She hesitates for just a moment, but then I lower my gaze and watch as she unbuttons her shorts and pulls the zipper down. My heart starts thundering then, and I feel my cock jerk violently. The fucker gets hard in that instant, pressing against the fly of my jeans and demanding freedom.
When her shorts and panties are pushed down to her ankles, I can't help but growl at the sight of the trimmed thatch of hair that covers her pussy. She turns around and bends over like a good girl. With her back toward me now, her ass in the air, I reach down and palm my dick through my jeans. I groan at the pleasure that shoots up my spine.
I walk over to Lola and don’t stop myself from reaching out and cupping one smooth, peach-colored cheek. I want to smack the flesh, spank her good and hard until my handprint is covering her pale flesh.
“Baby, I’m about to show you that working here, being around these motherfuckers, has consequences.” She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide, her mouth parted.
“But it’s not my fault there are a bunch of assholes who come here,” she defends and if I wasn’t so fucking hard and ready to go off, I would smile.
No, it wasn’t her fault, but I need an excuse to touch her in the way I want to, in the way I need to. I also need her to understand that when it comes to her, to her safety—fuck, anything to do with her, I’m not about to be reasonable.
“Tell me you want my hands on you, want me to smack this perfect ass until the pleasure and pain melt into one, until my mark is on your body and you know that you're mine.”
She still looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes so wide, her pretty, pink lips still parted.
“Tell me, dammit.” My voice is harsh, rough, exactly how I'm going to be with her. I won’t be satisfied until she is screaming out for more.
“Yes,” she says softly and I can hear the need in her voice. Her hands are stretched out in front of her, her fingers curled around the edge of the desk.
I take a step back and put my foot between her legs to kick her feet apart. I look down at her ass, her legs spread wide enough that I can see her pussy lips. They are pink and glossy, and slightly swollen from her arousal. My mouth waters and my balls draw up tight to my body.
I want to reach down and unzip my jeans, pull my dick out, and align it right at the entrance of her pussy hole. I want to shove it deep inside of her, claiming her cherry and making her know she's mine.
But instead of doing that, I bring my hand back and strike her ass. The spanking I deliver is hard enough that my palm stings, and I see her back bow. I know that the pain is there. I do this over and over again, bringing my palm down on the fleshy globes, seeing the skin shake from my actions. I’m careful never to land my hand in the same spot twice. This is about teaching her to need what only I can give her. I’m not going to physically hurt her; she’s precious to me. I merely need to teach her that there is pleasure in the pain.
Her ass is a beautiful shade of red, and I can hear her panting, hear the sweet moans of hunger as they leave her mouth. I know it hurts, but I also know it feels good. It's several long minutes before I finally stop spanking her and take a step back. I'm breathing hard, my dick like a steel rod between my legs, and sweat dotting my brow.
Before I can even think about what I'm doing, before I even know what I'm doing, I'm on my knees behind her. My hands are on her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, taking in the pretty pink cunt that I have revealed.
She's so fucking wet for me. Her juices are covering her inner thighs and her clit is engorged and peeking out for my mouth. I lean in and run my tongue from her clit to her pussy hole, lapping up her cream, swallowing the musky sweetness that she produces for me.
Only for me.
Her legs are shaking and I push my way between them, using my shoulders to make sure her thighs are spread good and wide for me. I devour her then, licking and sucking the lips of her pussy, taking her clit into my mouth and drawing circles around it with my tongue.
She's moaning loudly for me now, and I renew my efforts. I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks, holding her in place as I eat her out. But all too soon I pull away, stand up, and help her up off the table. I turn around and she looks up at me with this dazed, almost crazed expression. But I'm not nearly done with her yet.