I sighed, my exhaustion building as every second went by.
“We’re not done, Kassandra,” he said.
I blinked. I couldn’t possibly take anything more.
“No,” I breathed.
“That’s not how you address your master, little warrior,” he chided. “I thought we’d gotten past this.”
“What more do you want from me?” I asked, awash in disbelief.
“You’re going to beg me to take that sweet, virgin ass of yours. You’re going to beg me to fuck you hard in that tight little hole and then you’re going to scream my name when you come,” he demanded.
I stared at him.
He couldn’t be serious. There was no way in hell he was going to fuck my ass. Even the thought of him taking me in such a filthy manner was shameful. I bit my lip and shook my head, still tasting the evidence of his seed on my tongue. I could handle him fucking my throat, or my pussy, but the thought of him claiming my asshole was just more than I could handle.
“You can’t fuck me there. It’s wrong,” I pleaded.
I wouldn’t let him. I couldn’t.
His expression darkened dangerously. He didn’t say a word and I just stared at him. I hoped that maybe he would just let me go. I knew that such a thought was an unattainable dream, but still, I hoped all the same.
“Please. Take my mouth again or my pussy. Let me satisfy you in another way,” I pleaded. I didn’t know if I had the energy to fight him, but I was going to try.
He shook his head, the look of disappointment pervading his expression and making me feel more than a little anxious. Roughly, he reached down and grabbed my upper arm, forcing me to my feet. He never let go of me as he marched me over to his desk. His grip hurt, but I knew better than to complain.
He thrust all the papers aside with one arm and shoved me down, face first on his desk. I trembled, frantic both with pleasure and fear.
“You protest, but as my cum drips down your thighs, I can see how your tight little cunt squeezes when I threaten to fuck your ass. You want it, and you’re going to beg me for it,” he scolded, and I whimpered.
“Don’t! Please, Markos, I’ll do anything,” I whispered.
His hand drifted across my ass.
“I’ve whipped you with my belt, to teach you that I am your master and you no longer have the right to question me. I’ve fucked your sweet cunt, made you orgasm more times than you can count and still, you think you can deny me what your body knows you need. You were made to kneel before me, Kassandra, and I will have you any way I like,” he said.
I whimpered before him.
His palm patted my ass.
“Maybe you need a firmer, more personal touch then, hmm?” he murmured.
He massaged my punished backside, over and over until I began to relax. His touch was soft, gentle, but entirely deceitful. It was as though he was teasing me, but I knew better. He was planning something, only I didn’t know what.
His palm left my skin, before it cracked back down, hard. Oh, dear God, he was going to spank me again. I didn’t know if I could take it. My backside already hurt so much. I was going to have trouble sitting for days already. But now, he was punishing me again.
“Wait! Please don’t spank me!”
“You brought this upon yourself, Kassandra,” he answered.
He spanked me hard and I begged and pleaded for him to stop, but he didn’t. His palm cracked against my skin, harsh and painful and to me, it felt worse than the belt. His hand gripping my buttocks felt personal. It was effective. If I had thought I had displeased him before, the feeling of his punishing palm made it that much worse.
It was as though his disappointment was radiating straight from his flesh into mine.
In a matter of moments, he’d taken me from an aroused mess to a crying, blubbering naughty girl with a few spanks. My ass burned, already welted from before, making each smack much harsher than they would have been. He spanked me harshly and I danced over his desk, trying to avoid his punishing blows, but it was useless.
“Are you ready to give in yet? Are you ready to beg?” he asked, after a few particularly harsh smacks to my upper thighs. He stopped for a moment, running his warm hand over my scorched flesh and I breathed a sigh of relief at the brief respite.