Be My Everything(14)

He lasted about another twenty minutes, but wanted to play and thought  she had been punished enough, for now. He pulled the wooden ruler from  the desk drawer and looked down at her, slapping it against the palm of  his hand.

"Come to me," he instructed.

She stood up on wobbly legs, but managed to make her way to him. She  kept her eyes on the ruler. He pulled her to stand directly in between  his legs and slid his hand up the back of her skirt.

"No panties?" He shook his head in mock disapproval. "Such a dirty little girl."

He moved his hand over her cheeks and gave one a firm squeeze, waving the ruler in her face.

"Maybe I should spank you?" He moved her closer to the desk. "Turn around and put your hands on the desk."

She did as she was told and once she was in position, he stood up and raised her skirt.

"A bad girl like you will probably enjoy this," he whispered against her  neck. "Count," he demanded and then struck her once on the ass with the  ruler.

"One," she whispered.

"Louder." He hit her again.

"Two," she spoke up.

He swatted her one last time and she screamed out the final smack. He  placed the ruler on the desk and ran his hand over her ass, rubbing the  red marks left behind before slipping his hand between her thighs.

"Ah." She sighed.

"You are a dirty girl, aren't you?" He ran his finger over her wet slit. "You liked my ruler, didn't you?"

He turned her around and sat her on the desk as he moved to stand  between her legs, wrapping them around his waist. His dick was screaming  to be freed, but not yet, he thought. He wanted to work her up before  he delivered his final punishment.

Luke unbuttoned her blouse and ran his fingertips over her exposed  nipples. She was already so aroused, and he couldn't stop himself from  leaning down and running his tongue over her. He pushed her tits up and  closer to his face as he licked and sucked as much as he could. He moved  one hand down between her legs and under her skirt, rubbing her moist  pussy. He could smell her delicious scent, and it was driving him crazy.

He pulled his fingers out of her and moved them up to her mouth,  spreading her juices over her bottom lip before moving close to her face  and sucking her wet lip into his mouth.                       
       
           



       

"You taste so good."

She ground into his cock. He quickly grabbed her hands, pushed her back  on the desk, and held them over her head. She was breathing so heavily  it was making her breasts heave forward. He rubbed his jean clad dick  over her bare pussy. She closed her eyes and threw her head to the side.  He leaned down and kissed and bit her neck as he continued to dry hump  her. He kept her wrists in one hand while he used the other to free his  cock from its confines. It was pressed in between them and throbbing  against his stomach. He reached down and moved the tip of it inside her  slit.

"You want my cock?"

"Yes, Mr. Cain," she begged.

He pushed it deeper, but didn't move. She squirmed trying to free her hands from his tight hold.

"You were such a bad girl," he said. "Maybe you don't deserve my cock."

"Please," she moaned. "I'll behave."

He pushed in just a bit deeper and thrust one time before stopping. She  tightened her grip on his hips with her legs, trying to draw him closer.  She was so hot and wet, and it was taking everything he had to draw  this agony out.

"I'm still not sure you're worthy of my dick." He smiled. "But I shouldn't be punished for your indiscretions."

He slammed his hips back and forth until he was finally moving deep inside her.

"God! You're so fucking tight." He pounded into her.

The sweat was dripping down his neck and back as he relentlessly fucked  her. She was moaning and screaming out incoherent phrases, but the one  word that stood out the clearest for him was "sorry". She repeated it  over and over again. He could hear the remorse in her voice.

They were both so close now, and he knew all he'd have to do was reached  in between them and stroke her clit, but he had one last point to  prove. With his free hand he grabbed her face, holding it in place as he  leaned down and roughly kissed her lips. It was as if time was standing  still. He didn't know what came over him. He was so caught up in her  that he lost focus and let instinct take over. He wanted to keep kissing  her, and he really wanted to bring her pleasure, but she needed to  learn her place.

"You are here for my pleasure, and mine alone," he murmured against her  mouth. "This body belongs to me and so do your climaxes."

Her muscles tensed, so he picked up the pace and with a few quick  thrusts he was releasing inside her. He pulled out before she could  reach her orgasm and saw the stunned look in her eyes. She pushed  against his waist, trying to get him to help her finish, but he let go  of her hands and then gently pried her legs from his hips.

She looked at him wide-eyed while he took his time pulling up his jeans  and buckling his belt. He hated being this cruel, but this was the way  it had to be. This is what she was here for, to learn to submit. He  extended his hand for her and helped her up and off the desk, adjusting  her skirt and buttoning her blouse. He was cold and deliberate.

He sat back down at the desk and ran his fingers through his hair,  regaining his composure before he spoke. "You may be excused."

She didn't move. She just stood there, seemingly stunned.

"Go," he said, slightly louder than before. Punishing a sub had never been this difficult for him. He hated having to do it.

She turned and headed toward the door, but he saw the tears in her eyes before she escaped his gaze.

"Katherine," he called, but she didn't turn around, only stopped and  waited for his next words. "I hoped you learned that all of our actions  have consequences."

"Yes, Master," she whispered before running out of the study and up the stairs.
Chapter 8

Unexpected …



It had been a long day at work for the whole design firm. A new line was  being delivered and the phones wouldn't stop ringing. Katherine was  only a receptionist, but being in that environment, surrounding herself  with designers and models everyday thrilled her. She hoped someday she'd  be able to go back and finish her education. She saw big things for  herself in the fashion industry and hated to see any of her dreams lost.

She decided to go out for a few drinks with some of the girls from the  office. It wasn't something she usually did, because she didn't like  being in the city too late since she had to take the subway home. But  because of her arrangement with Luke, she wasn't able to meet with her  friends on weekends anymore and she missed the girl time. Not that she  regretted her time with Luke, but being out with friends was something  she missed.

She sat at the bar and listened to Lori talk about her latest boyfriend.  She was all giddy and in love. Katherine envied her a bit, because she  seemed to have found a man who wanted more than a casual fling. She had  no right to be jealous since she had entered into her current  relationship knowing exactly what it meant. It wasn't a romance. It was a  consensual arrangement between two people who needed something from one  another. It sounded so cold when she thought about it.                       
       
           



       

"Oh my God!" Lori screeched, pulling Katherine from her thoughts. "That  fuck hot man has been staring at you for a few minutes and now he's  headed our way."

"What guy?" she asked, but suddenly froze when she saw him approaching them.

What was he doing there?

"Hello, Katherine," Luke said as he moved toward them. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Hi," she said, still stunned that he was standing in front of her on a Tuesday night. "I'm out with some co-workers."

"I see." He smiled at Lori.

"Kat," Lori said as she smacked her arm, "introduce me to your friend."

Her friend? Oh, crap! How should she introduce him? Katherine wasn't prepared for this at all.

"Umm, yeah, this is my friend Lori," she said.

Luke smiled at Katherine and then helped her out of her dilemma of not being able to use his name.

"Hi, Lori." He flashed her that sexy smirk of his and now Katherine was  sure Lori would want to drop her panties and kneel at his feet too. "I'm  Lucas Cain." He took her hand and kissed it. "It's a pleasure to meet  you."

"God," she whispered. "So, are you the one who monopolizes our little Kat all weekend?"

"Yes." He winked at Katherine. "That'd be me."

"Kat, why have you been hiding him?" She giggled. "Would you like to have a drink with us?"