Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
All I had to do was break her first.
“Desk now, or I use the belt.” It was an idle threat, but she didn’t need to know that.
Stella hung her head low and nodded before reaching under her skirt and sliding down her pink lace panties, and I made a mental note to give her a separate allowance for lingerie.
Maybe I would just open an account at a store and let her go wild, spending as much money as she could on things I could rip from her body.
Once her panties were in a small pile on my floor, the middle clearly a little damp, she hopped up on the desk and got into the position I’d asked for, her head hanging off the table at the perfect height.
I pulled her bra down so it pushed her tits up like they were being offered to me, then flipped her skirt up, exposing her bare and already glistening pussy lips.
I had no idea how I was ever going to work at this desk again without a raging hard-on. This view was worth the distraction.
I lined my cock up with her mouth and pushed my cock to the back of her throat. I held myself there for a moment, trying to clear my mind and not fill her mouth too early. The key to making any punishment effective was making sure it lasted.
Pulling out of her throat was almost painful, so I slammed back in, followed by a few more hard, slow thrusts, getting her used to the sensation of my cock down her throat and my sack smacking into her face.
Stella was being an exceptionally good girl.
Her hands stayed flat on the desk even as I made my thrusts a little less deep and picked up the speed. I made sure to take my cock out of her mouth every few thrusts to let her greedily gulp down some air before thrusting back in.
Stella wasn’t just lying there taking her punishment.
She was actively sucking at my cock, using her tongue to create more pressure, more friction. Just when I was starting to wonder if maybe she liked this, her thighs pressed together.
She was getting off on this, on being punished, or maybe it was being used.
I wasn’t sure which, but I fully intended to take advantage of it.
“Part your thighs,” I bit out.
Her knees bent up, but her thighs didn’t part like I’d demanded. I thrust my cock to the very back of her throat, making her swallow it all, and when she struggled, needing to breathe, I backed off, taking my cock from her lips, watching a single, silver strand of spit go from the tip of my cock to her tongue.
“I said part your thighs.” I kept my words low and slow, almost growling them out in a threat.
Her knees were still bent, her feet planted next to each other on my desk, and she slowly opened her knees, exposing the shame she felt.
It wasn’t just that she was exposing the most intimate parts of her body. No, she was exposing her dirty secret.
She was showing me the evidence that confirmed my suspicions.
Stella Deiderich liked it when I fucked her throat.
Her pussy was soaking wet, showing me exactly how much she had craved me. I hadn’t even touched her other than groping her breasts a little. This amount of moisture wasn’t from a little rough tit play. No, this was from the taste of my cock and the feeling of me bending her body to my will.
Breaking her was going to be so much easier than I had anticipated. She pretended to be a ‘good girl,’ she acted like it, even kept her innocence until I took that too. But she really was a slut, desperate to be owned.
I slid my dick back between her lips, and she eagerly sucked me down again just before I landed a sharp little slap to her upper thighs. Her body jolted with each hit, and I liked watching her jump.
Then I slid my fingers between her pussy lips, spreading her juices around. She moaned deep in her throat, sending the most delicious vibrations through my cock to my spine.
I pushed a little deeper into her throat as I slicked her clit and felt the gentle hum around my entire cock this time.
Fuck, this woman really was going to be the death of me. If I let her. I didn’t lose to anyone, especially not some brat lying on my desk swallowing my cock.
I petted her again, and her throat constricted, gripping my cock as more moans traveled from her through to my cock. It became a game in my head, a challenge. I needed to prove that I owned her pleasure and her pain.
Stella was not going to make me come in her tight little throat before I was ready. There was also no way in hell that I was going to come down her throat without making sure she came first.