Her pussy clenched at the thought that maybe Dallas’s needs for D/s matched her own.
A few moments later the door opened and she really, really hoped it wasn’t someone other than Dallas. She held her breath, refusing to look and praying that she hadn’t just given one of the guys from marketing a world-class view of her ass. Then again, at least she was wearing nice lingerie. She liked dressing ultra-conservative on the outside then wearing something feminine and slightly scandalous beneath. Today her high cut black panties were just shy of being a thong and had pretty pink bows along the band to match the pink bows on her garters holding up her stockings.
The scent of Dallas’s cologne reached her, mixed with his natural aroma, and she swallowed hard, waiting for his touch.
When he did speak his voice came out rough, his Spanish accent thicker than usual. “Goddamn, querida, I had no idea you hid such an amazing ass beneath those ugly skirts.”
She flinched at the first touch of his rough hand against the skin of her upper thigh right below the curve of her buttocks, his callouses scraping against her as he skimmed his palm up her leg and over the silk-covered curve of her butt.
“So soft, perfect.”
To her shock a moment later his lips followed the path his hand had taken, making her widen her stance and tilt her hips up with a shockingly animalistic groan coming from deep in her chest.
“Don’t worry, I’ve made sure the cameras are off. I don’t want to share the sight of your beautiful body with anyone, ever.”
Her heart raced at his words, at once mad at herself because she’d not even considered that, but also turned on by the possessive tone of his voice.
His lips left her skin and she whimpered when he returned to running his hand over her rear end. “Let me lay down a few ground rules with you. I plan on punishing you, bending you to my will, giving you the dominance you seem to crave, but I won’t fuck you unless you beg me. I may use my fingers on you, my lips, my tongue, but you don’t get my cock inside of you without pleading for it.”
She was ready to beg right now, and he hadn’t done more than run his lips and hands over her. Just the thought that this was Dallas saying all these wonderfully dirty things had her panties soaked with her arousal. Her clit throbbed and she tried to swallow back her needy moan as he stroked her leg.
“Answer me, Amanda. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He gave her left butt cheek a brisk slap. “Yes what?”
“Yes…Master.”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea how sweet that sounds coming from your lips. Now, how much experience do you have with BDSM?”
“I…” She flushed and kept her eyes closed as she confessed her naughty secrets. “I’ve mostly experimented with my ex-boyfriend.”
“Experimented how?”
“Mostly just light bondage, some toys, and some orgasm denial. Nothing big, nothing like what I saw at…”
“At what?”
She flushed harder, not wanting Dallas to think she was some kind of slut, but then again, he was the biggest slut in the world so it wasn’t like anything she said could be worse than what he’d done. “I saw some things at a BDSM club that made me feel like my ex and I were just playing around.”
“What kind of things?”
His hand returned to her bottom and she shifted restlessly when he began to stroke his finger down the divide of her ass, stopping right before he got to her pussy. “I can’t think when you touch me like that.”
He palmed her sex and she gasped, arching up on the desk and pressing back into his hand. The low, husky tone of his voice rubbed against her like a touch as he said, “You’re so wet. You’ve soaked your panties.”
Pleasure arched through her as he took his middle finger and rubbed it over her cleft, finding her clit and pressing down hard enough that she hovered on the edge of orgasm from just that touch.
“Fuck. You’re very sensitive, aren’t you?”
“Yes, oh God, please, more.”
The evil laugh he gave as he tapped his finger against her clit made her shudder. “But you’ve been such a bad girl, breaking into my office, defiling my couch, playing with my toys without permission. First you need to be punished.”
“Please,” she moaned and opened her eyes for the first time, looking over her shoulder at him.
He wore a black button-down dress shirt along with a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly. Their gazes met and she found herself drowning in the darkness of his eyes, in the raw masculinity that was as much a part of him as his chiseled jaw and full lips. Everything about him was controlled, disciplined, and he drove her crazy. He had a beautiful mouth and she wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to rub herself against his body in all the ways she’d dreamed of from the moment she saw him.
“Grip the front of the desk, carina, and hold on. What’s your safe word?”
“Cardinal.”
“I’m going to spank you now, and then I’m going to make you come.”
Dallas couldn’t believe that he had his beautiful Amanda in front of him, her hot little pussy in his hand while she arched her hips up, the black garters stark against the pale perfection of her skin. She had a nicely rounded ass for as slender as she was and the almond shape of her pussy was just begging for his mouth. Once again she’d laid her head on his desk and closed her eyes, her full pink lips parted as she rubbed her sex against his hand. He wasn’t joking when he said her panties were soaked. Either she was extremely turned on or just one of those women that was naturally blessed with a slick cunt.
Gritting his teeth, he tried to get his head back in the game and off fucking her. He wanted to give Amanda such a good experience that she would seek him out, come to him begging for her pleasure. Already her little pleas for release stroked his dick like a fist and he wanted so fucking bad to just jerk his pants down and shove his rock hard cock in her. He’d never had a woman test his self-control like this, but from the moment he’d met her Amanda had called to him like no other woman. And the way she looked at him, like she wanted to eat him alive, it was so unlike her usual cool stare that he couldn’t help but feel a roaring sense of pride that he’d managed to crack her hard shell to the hot woman he knew lay beneath.
Moving fully behind her, he palmed her ass with both hands and gripped her scant panties, tearing them off with a hard rip. She held the desk and cried out, then moaned as he teased the fabric from between her legs, making sure the ruined silk tugged over her pussy before he withdrew it fully. As soon as the panties were free of her body he brought them to his nose, took a deep inhale of her musk and shuddered. She smelled so fucking good, so hot, and he wanted to bury his face between her long legs and lick her swollen slit.
He took a step back and used his thumbs to hold open her buttocks, displaying the dark rosette of her anus and the dusky, full folds of her sex to his gaze. Her cunt was pink within and the lack of curls allowed him to see how hard her clit was, pushing out of its little hood. She tensed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, so he released her buttocks right before landing his first slap on her left butt cheek.
“Ow,” she yelped.
He couldn’t help but laugh as she shot him a dirty look. “I don’t know what kind of spankings your ex gave you, but I plan on turning this pretty ass red.”
The fire in her green eyes only made him harder, but he looked away and focused on her bottom as he began to spank first one side of her ass, then the other, loving the blush that turned the creamy surface pink, then red. Amanda tensed with each slap, her lovely ass tightening and making him think about what it would be like to be inside of her while she clenched up like that, what it would feel like to have her wet pussy gripping his cock while her come dripped down onto his balls. Not pulling down his pants was getting more difficult by the second.
After another dozen spanks her ass was a satisfying red in color and she was so aroused that a drop of her arousal hung from her pussy. Before it could fall to the floor he gave into his craving to taste her and knelt behind her, licking at the sweet honey with a harsh groan. He sealed his mouth over her pussy and began to lash her with his tongue, licking at the folds of her sex but avoiding her clit. Amanda screamed loud enough that he hoped no one was walking by and ground her pussy against his mouth, her legs trembling.
“Oh, Dallas, so good, oh please, please. Don’t stop eating my pussy. So good.”
He began to tap her clit with his tongue and reached up, gripping her no doubt sore ass enough to reawaken the burn. The little bundle of nerves was as hard as he’d ever seen a woman’s clit and a savage satisfaction filled him when he began to suckle the little nub gently and she came, screaming his name over and over. A fresh gush of her cream spilled from her sex and he greedily lapped it up, knowing that he could easily become addicted to her rich taste, if he wasn’t already. She undulated against his tongue, moaning incoherently and sending a fierce satisfaction roaring through him.
When he finally pulled away and stepped back she was completely limp against his desk, her normally perfect hair a mess as her bun had come loose during her thrashing.
She lazily opened her eyes and gave him a heart-melting smile. “Wow.”