The next blow was harder, in exactly the same position. She was still jiggling around on her toes when I hit her again. I landed short, sharp thwacks over the purple heart of her bruises, and her hand came up behind her, instinct breaking through her discipline. I pressed the swell of my cock against her bare ass. “Hands on the desk, Lydia. You move again and I swear you’ll regret it.”
“Sorry, sir,” she rasped.
Three more blows and I paused, soaking in her ragged breathing. “You deserve this, Miss Marsh, for trying my patience.”
“Yes, sir.”
I landed another five without hesitation, and her body pressed flat to the desk, white knuckles gripping tight. “Cry for me, Cat, show me how sorry you are.”
She didn’t even whimper, and frustration flared in my nostrils. I’d been pushing her as hard as I dared, weeks of testing her limits, but still she wouldn’t fucking cry for me. She’d go quiet, shaky, pale as a sheet with chattering teeth, high on adrenaline and right on the edge, but she wouldn’t fucking cry. It vexed her as much as it did me, I knew that, but still the beast raged on. “Cry for me, Cat, let me taste your beautiful fucking tears.”
I gave her three in one spot, so hard she lifted her feet from the floor. “Thank you, sir,” she whimpered.
Her ass was bright red, the tiniest fleck of blood where one corner had caught her particularly viciously. I gave her another for good measure and watched the blood pool darker. “Why won’t you cry for me, Cat? Why won’t you fucking cry for me?” Five more and she was shaking, her forehead tight to the table.
I could hardly hear her answer. “I can’t, sir. I’m sorry, I don’t know how.”
My dick strained for release. I pressed down onto her, my mouth in her ear. “You have to break to cry, Cat, and you won’t break. What are you holding onto?”
“I don’t know, sir, I promise.”
“So much pain, Cat, and still you won’t break for me.”
“I’m trying, sir.”
“Not hard enough.” I raised myself back to standing. “On your back, spread your legs.”
She did as I asked, shimmying out of her panties and laying her whole weight on my desk. She looked so beautiful there, presented so pretty for my viewing. I changed position, retreating to the opposite side of my desk where I yanked her forwards until her head lolled over the edge. I unbuckled my belt, sliding down my zipper. “Look what you’ve done to my cock, Cat.” I rubbed the swollen head over her mouth, and she opened wide to let me in, gagging as I pushed all the way into her throat. She kept it down like a good girl, cheeks straining. This time I didn’t even attempt to fuck her face, I kept still, enjoying the tension of her gag reflex. “Hold your knees, legs spread wide.”
She pulled her thighs up to her chest. She’d taken to shaving her pussy, but our encounter today was completely unplanned. I rubbed my fingers over her sweet little mound, catching the tiniest graze of stubble. Delicious. “It pains me to do this to such a pretty cunt, Lydia, but your insubordination leaves me no choice.” She registered my intention and began to shake. Perfect. “I’m sure I don’t need to point out that my cock is in your mouth, Cat. Please fucking mind your teeth.”
God, how I smacked her cunt. She jerked like a fish, coughing against the meat in her throat. Her thighs clamped tight shut, her hands flailing in the air. I pulled her knees back open, and for a moment she fought me. “Give me your fucking pussy,” I hissed.
She spread again for me, but this time she was nervous, legs trembling. I landed another and she rocked to the side, trying to choke me out of her throat. I didn’t let her, simply pulled her straight back into position. “Close your legs again and I’ll double the strokes.”
This time she gripped her knees like her life depended on it. I gave her a moment while I circled her swollen clit. “Good girl, I want you nice and wet.”
She squeaked as I hit her again, and her knees slammed shut but only for a moment. Her chest was heaving with frantic gulps as I landed another, and she shook like a leaf at the one after that. Her cunt was blooming nicely, lips swelling with blood and pain. I gave her another two, then slid rough fingers inside her. She bucked against my touch like a good little pain slut, sucking at my cock without prompting. “That’s my perfect girl, you’re so fucking beautiful, Cat. I love your cunt like this.”
My dick was starting to twitch, way too soon. I pulled out of her throat with a squelch, trailing her spit across her face. She gulped in breath. “One more, Lydia, just one more.”