Free Mia's Spanking Diary by Kris Cook Page B

ass. “Hang on, baby. Breathe.”
    Again, I obeyed him. It seemed that he knew my body better
than I did because after inhaling and exhaling a few times, I was aroused
beyond belief.
    “There you go, little sub. You’re there, aren’t you?”
    “Y-Yes, Sir.” I panted.
    Then he plunged in and out of me with abandon. I was his.
    “Take me, Lex!” I screamed, as my nerve-endings blistered
through me.
    And for the first time, he seemed out of control, lost to
his own passion. I’ve never been more lost and thrilled to be with someone than
that moment with Lex.
    “Fucking your ass, Mia. Your virgin ass. So fucking tight.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
    Each syllable matched his strokes. In and out. Faster and
faster. The drums still played from the hidden speakers, adding to the
intensity of him fucking my ass.
    His pounding continued, but I knew he was close, thankfully,
as my own orgasm was about to turn me into a complete and utter livewire.
    I clenched my ass as tight as I could around his dick.
    “ Fuck !” He yelled. I could feel his dick shoot its
hot liquid.
    He reached around me, applying pressure to my throbbing clit
with his fingers. I’d been on the edge, but his stimulation on my bud of nerves
worked to plummet me over the cliff.
    “Yesssss...God...Oh...God...Yes. Yes. Yes.”
    I banged on the desk with my bound fists as a flood of
sensations drowned me, and my womb convulsed again and again. Tears streamed
down my face and my heart raced in my chest.
    “That’s my baby. Ride that orgasm.” He began stroking my
back, which fired off more tingles inside me.
    We stayed in that very position, his dick in my ass and me
bent over the desk, for what seemed an eternity until my climax slipped into a
delicious hum.
    Lex undid the belt around my ankles, and took off the tie
from my wrists. Then he removed the scarf from my eyes. He flipped me around to
face him, and I stared into the most beautiful blue eyes in the world.
    “Mia, you get an A. You’ve passed the course.”
    “I did?” The words came out of my mouth in a languid stream.
I felt so good. Complete.
    Lex leaned in and kissed me deeply, passionately, sending his
tongue past my lips and into my mouth.
    More tears than I thought possible fell from my eyes. This
man had taken me to places inside myself that I’d never known existed. He’d
agreed to let me, the little grad student at the lecture, come to his club for
a test. I’d passed. What now? Was this our last time together? Was this
goodbye?
    My heart was breaking in two as he ended our kiss.
    “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
    I couldn’t find the courage to tell him my fears. The truth
would kill me. “Lex, you say I passed. Will you let me interview you now?”
    His eyebrows shot up. “That’s all that’s troubling you?”
    “Yes,” I lied. “What do you say?” If he agreed to an
interview, then maybe there was still hope for me to be with him after all.
Maybe.
    “I don’t like lying, Mia.” By his tone, I knew he was not
happy with me.
    “Please, Lex. Ask Dr. Vickers. I need to work on my thesis.”
    “Okay. You’ll get your interview. Tomorrow night. I have
something I want to discuss with you, too.”
     
    ****
     
    I just closed my laptop. All the questions for Lex are
ready. But there’s so much more I want to ask him.
    I just can’t let myself think tomorrow might be the end of
my time with Lex. I’m in too deep. What a mess.
    I love him. It’s true.
    My heart will never survive.
     
     
     

Jan
6th
     
     
    Diary, I’m still reeling about what happened during the
interview with Lex. Let me start at the beginning.
    As before, I was driven to the club in a limo. It was noon,
so the place was closed. We were all alone at The Cell. He escorted me to his
private office. The decor was quite sparse, with a modern edge. There was a
desk, a table and chairs, open shelving, and a large whiteboard at the back
wall.
    “Sit there.” He pointed to one of the chairs next to