A low buzz fills the air, reminding me just how powerful the egg vibrator inside her is. I hold the remote control for it in one hand, while I stroke my cock with the other.
“Please, sir,” she begs.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, leisurely running my fingers along the shaft of my cock. “Or is it this?” I ask, thumbing the vibrator speed up another notch.
She screams, shivers racking her body as the vibrations send fresh waves of pleasure through her.
“Look at you,” I growl, releasing my cock long enough to run my fingers along her jaw. “So desperate for anything I want to give.”
“Yes, sir.”
I slide my thumb along her lips then between them where she sucks it, licking it as a promise of what she’ll do to my cock, which twitches in interest.
I increase the speed of the vibrator once more, and when she cries out, I grab her hair and push my cock into her mouth. She moans and whimpers, but starts sucking and licking. It’s still a sloppy blow job at best, her not having given one before the first time I slid myself between her lips, but what she lacks in experience, she makes up for in eagerness. Soon, I’m rocking into the delicious heat of her mouth, enjoying the way she moans around my length.
She’s close again. I can feel it in the way her lips tense around me, and the shaking interruptions to her moans. I turn off the vibrator at the same time I pull my cock from her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva connecting the tip to her lips before it falls and breaks.
Harper gasps for breath, sobbing from the sudden lack of stimulation. Her eyes are glazed, completely open, and obedient. Her lips are swollen from kissing and sucking my cock, and the smell of her arousal fills the room.
I grab a handful of her hair, and she moans at the pain and pleasure. “Color.”
“Green,” she murmurs.
My hand tightens. “How many times have I had to back off for you today?”
“Five,” she replies after several seconds of thinking.
“I’m disappointed,” I respond. “I told you that you’re not to come unless I allow it, you should have better control over yourself. You will need to be punished.”
She whimpers, but the part of her lips tells me she’s already anticipating it. “Yes, sir.”
My cock twitches. She might not allow my preferred toy, but she’s gradually opened up to other implements of pain play. I briefly think of the kidskin flogger, the soft leather stinging on impact, but doesn’t leave the red lashes of a whip.
She’d eyed it warily the first time I showed it to her, her gaze tracking my every movement. But she allowed it as she had the tickler, the leather strands teasing against her skin before I’d give a gentle lash. Over the course of several nights, she’d learned that the pain intensified the experience, and it even became one of her favorite toys, a middle ground we could agree on.
I soon dismiss the thought of the flogger, though. I need to see her skin reddened, a visible sign of her submission.
I pull Harper to her feet and towards the couch. “I do believe that a spanking is in order.”
She lets out a moan, draping herself over my knees as I sit. I position the rounded globes of her ass on display. I run my hand over them, teasing the smack, but before I deliver the first blow, I remember to pull the egg vibrator from her. I discard the toy, the gasp of stimulation barely escaping her lips from the feel of it slipping out before I land a loud smack on her left ass-cheek.
“Count!”
“One!” she sobs.
“How many do you get again?”
“F-five.”
“Good girl,” I reply, rubbing the red mark to soothe her before hitting the other cheek twice in quick succession.
“Two…three,” she cries out.
I run my hand over the beautiful pink skin. “More than halfway there,” I say, dropping my hand to feel the wetness surrounding her pussy. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she sobs.
I slide my fingers inside, teasing her with them until she starts squirming. Then I deliver another wet smack to her glorious ass.
“Four.”
The skin is pink and warm, and I need to shove my cock deep into her. I give her one last smack, feeling her relax against me as she gives the count. I pick Harper up, lay her face-down on the couch, and barely remember to put on a condom before shoving myself between her wet folds. I fuck her hard and fast, grabbing her bound arms and using them as leverage to pull her against me with each thrust, driving me deeper.
“I want you to come hard and come now,” I demand, my cock on the verge of exploding inside her.
Harper screams my name, her entire body tensing beautifully around me, and the waves of her pleasure along my cock are enough to send me spiraling after her.
I pull out and notice how beautiful she looks with her hole still twitching from where I’d just filled it, her ass red, tear streaks through her makeup, and a soft smile on her lips that sends a fresh wave of pleasure through me.
I did that. I put that expression of pure contentment on her face. My body still tingles from the aftershocks of my own orgasm, but I’d make her come a million times to see her looking like that.
17
Harper
It’s lunchtime, and the building is nearly empty. Most of the staff are taking advantage of the weather to get outdoors before the chill of fall settles over the city. Even better, almost half of Axel’s staff is away for a training conference. It means that there should be nobody around to see me head to his office. I smile to myself and send him a text.
Are you in your office?
The reply comes quickly. Yes, why?
I’ll be right down.
I head down to the break room, grab my bagged lunch, and Axel’s lunch, too, and practically skip to his office.
For all the time we’ve spent outside of work recently, we hardly see each other during the day anymore. I’ve been busier since my probation period ended, and Axel heard rumors about a potentially major client that turned out to be true. Most of his time has been spent researching what happened to sour the relationship with the previous marketing company and developing a plan to close a new deal. It’s for the best, but I crave Axel’s presence, and no matter how many times I repeat the mantra to keep business and personal matters separate, I look for small moments like this.
I knock, briefly poking my head in to ensure he’s still alone before slipping into the comfortable walls of his office. This space is definitely Axel’s. It’s neat and orderly. There’s never a thing out of place.
“Hi,” he says, his voice low.
“Hi,” I reply, feeling giddy just being near him.
“Can’t keep away?” he asks, pushing himself slightly back from his desk.
I walk around, drop the brown bags on the desk, and perch myself on his lap. “Never.”
He chuckles, dips his head, and kisses me softly. “Like a moth to a flame.”
I run my fingers through the luxurious strands of his dark hair. “But you shine so brightly. Who could ever refuse?”
Another laugh escapes him as he gives me a second, deeper kiss. Our tongues play, his plunging into my mouth to claim ownership while mine gently explores his. He takes what he wants, but what he gives in return makes it more than a fair trade.