round behind presented to him so submissively as she bent over the desk. You know what I'm goin' to do?"
"I…I think so."
"Hold on to the desk."
She whimpered, and her knuckles went white as she reached for the edge in front of her.
He ran a hand over her bottom. It was cool and smooth—no sign remaining of her tender play-spanking from earlier in the evening.
* * *
Liv squeezed her eyes shut. She knew he was going to spank her again. Knew it was going to hurt. The anticipation was awful as he touched her gently. There was a hot, eager sensation in her lower belly; excitement made her shiver.
He withdrew his hand and within a second it landed with some force on her ass. She gasped. There was pain, but also a tingle where his wet fingers had explored only minutes ago.
Trey smacked her again, and again. He built up a rhythm as she moaned and cried out softly. The pain was awful and wonderful. It overwhelmed her senses and she squirmed beneath the hand he used to hold her down.
"You deserve what I say you deserve, Liv."
Her bottom screamed with heat while her pussy wanted heat from another source. Still Trey, but hard and penetrating.
"Right now, you deserve a spankin'. You know why?"
His hand rose and fell, rose and fell. The blows punctuating his voice. Liv was having a hard time focusing on what he was saying. The churning in her pussy was becoming overwhelming. Her body tightened and strained as she, incredibly, approached orgasm.
"B-because I lied."
"Yeah. And because you refused to let yourself go for me. You didn’t trust me. "
"I'm sorry!"
"You're wet and hot and your ass is bright red. I could fuck you right now and you'd come."
She sobbed. "Yes."
He stopped spanking and a bright surge of panic engulfed her. He couldn't stop! She was so close. Was he going to fuck her now? Whatever he did, he couldn't just stop. She thought she'd curl up and die if he did.
He smacked her butt again and, although it hurt, Liv was relieved and her excitement climbed. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice harsh to her own ears.
"You will come this time, Liv. You will let go."
She nodded, strands of hair sticking to her hot, moist face.
"Say 'yes, sir.'"
"Y-yes, sir."
He didn't say another word, but continued to whale on her ass and upper thighs as she moaned and the pressure in her pussy built. She could feel the Everest of her need, so close, so close. Her bottom was raging hot but her mind began to disengage, her entire focus on her quim.
"Oh God! Oh Trey!"
"Come for me now, Liv."
And she did. Harshly, harder than she'd ever experienced before. Bright stars flared behind her closed eyelids and her breath was ragged, each exhalation a moan. He stopped spanking her and she was grateful because it allowed her to experience the orgasm and nothing else. "Trey…" she whispered.
"Let go of the desk, darlin'."
Her fingers curled like claws as she released the wooden edge. His arm came around her waist and he hauled her toward the big executive desk chair and sat them both down in it. There was a brief flare on her bottom as her hot ass settled on his warm, denim-clad thighs, but it was soon lost in the immense comfort of having his arms around her.
"You deserved that, Liv, but now it's over. Your lie is forgiven."
"Thank you."
"Why did you lie? If you're hungry, you're hungry. That's not a big deal."
It was a big deal to her . Although they'd just had an intimate experience, perhaps the most intimate she'd ever had, she couldn't explain her issue to him. She couldn't trust him not to laugh at her or to change how he perceived her. He might see her for the pig that she was. Snuggling into his shoulder, she didn't answer.
After a minute, he sighed against the top of her head. "You are a puzzle, darlin'."
The hardness of his erection pressed against her thigh and a wave of guilt washed over her. "This has been pretty one-sided. I'm sorry." She petted his chest. "Do you want me to suck-"
His fingers covered