Page 36 of Demon’s Temptation
“Offer me your wrists,” she said.
He stretched his arms out in front of him, thick sinewy veins and tendons bulging. She secured the worn leather around both then bent down to secure the remaining length to the drawer handle. She glanced up and his eyes were burning into her, moving over her face, her mouth, back up to her eyes. He wanted to kiss her.
She wanted that, too, but not quite yet. She stood and took him in, trussed up and bent over his own desk. “You look exquisite, Brent. I wish you could see yourself.”
Moving around behind him again, she ran her hand down his spine, loving the way goose bumps lifted, the way he arched into her touch, seeking more like a greedy house cat. So responsive, so eager.
She swept her fingers lightly over his firm ass then massaged the flesh. “You have a great ass. But it’d look so much better with my handprint on it.” Without warning, she brought one down hard.
Slap.
The sound rang out, as did his startled grunt. She’d watched several scenes where spanking was involved. It was one thing allowed out on the floor here at Toxic, so she didn’t feel too out of her depth. She followed the first slap with three more in quick succession then massaged his pinkening ass cheek. “Okay?” she rasped.
“Yes…Mistress,” he all but groaned as he angled his ass up, asking without words for more.
“I’m not quite finished. You were very bad, remember?” She smoothed her hand down his back to his ass again. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“Blue.”
“Good boy. Are you ready for more?”
“Fuck yes.”
She smoothed his ass in a circular motion, then…slap.
“Will you ever keep something like this from me again?”
He growled. “No, Mistress.”
Slap.
“Who does this fine body belong to?”
“Ahhh…you, Mistress.”
Slap.
His back arched again. Beautiful. His cock swayed with every slap, rubbing against the desk. Pre-come dripped from the head in a steady stream. Triumph filled her. God, nothing had ever felt this good.
She was lost to him, totally gone, and right then, with Brent bent over his desk, taking his punishment so beautifully, his grunts of pleasure filling the air—she didn’t care. Nothing in her life had ever felt this right, this good. That hollow feeling inside her that she’d always had was filled to overflowing.
“Two more,” she rasped, close to coming herself.
Slap.
She was powerless to stop her next words. “Tell me, Brent, who do you belong to?”
Slap.
He groaned, a soft sob breaking free, pulling at her heart. “You. I belong to you!”
She reached down, gripped his cock in her fist, and tugged on it, stroking his thick length hard and fast.
“Fuck…fucking fuck me,” he growled.
