"Spank me" I said with a glint in my eye and an impish smile playing across my lips. You look up at me and sigh, clearly exasperated by my antics then turn back to your work. "you're interrupting me pet. I advice you not to test me."
I walk up behind you at your desk and place my hands on your shoulders, gently kneading the taut muscles I can feel bunching at your neck. A sure sign of your mood. Yet.......That need, that uncontrollable need to push you never leaves me. Knowing how dangerous a game I play, knowing how much I risk losing should I push you too far one day, does nothing to quench my desire to be over your knee, feeling the burn of your hand. Perhaps one day I'll won't have this hunger anymore. But not today.
I lean over and whisper in your ear..."spank me" again. I feel your shoulders tense even more, if that is possible, and I still my hands.
"Pet", your voice is low, barely controlled..I should be scared, but I"m not. I'm aroused. "I have work to do here, I won't tell you again. Now leave me an I'll deal with you later." A final warning. If I persist, I know you will be very angry. How angry though? There are two ways for this to go. You could either give in, and vent your anger on my ass or you could banish me from your office, ignoring me for God knows how long afterwards. A fate far worse. Do I risk that?
"spank me." Decision being made, I voice my request one more time into the all too silent room. Your head slowly comes up. Nothing. You don't move, or speak. Complete silence. I'm starting to regret my childish behavior. You do need to work. I'm being totally selfish. Shame, and guilt wash over me. You have always been loving, caring and attentive to me. And now, I pay you back by disrespecting your wishes..I start to back away but before I could take a step, you stand up so abruptly your chair is pushed backwards, throwing me off balance making me scramble to keep my feet beneath me and with one wide swoop of your arm you swipe everything from your desk. Papers flutter about, the lamp crashes to the floor, pencils, books, calculators, everything is sprawled about the floor leaving the room in a post hurricane state. Then you turn to look at me.
I gulp, breathing heavy. My hand instinctively going to my throat. Your eyes are burning a hole through me, your nostrils are slightly flaring in your angry state as you attempt to control your breathing, your racing heart, your mounting rage.
"Pet" I think I heard you call me. I'm not sure. The sound was so low, almost inaudible. Or perhaps the tempo of my own petrified heart is so loud I didn't hear you...It doesn't matter though for in the next instance, you reach out and grasp my wrist..... "No"... I croak out over barely repressed tears. And I start to pull back in true fear. But you are much stronger. You drag me to you, slamming me up against your chest. I can feel your breath on my cheek, feel your heart thumping against my breast. You hold me there, trapped for what seems like eternity. Finally you speak.
"Say it again." you command. I shake my head vehemently. I can't, I won't. Your grip on me grows tighter. Almost painful as you pull me closer to you as if that were possible. "Say it again." you repeat in that same emotionless tone. I start to shake. I've never seen you this angry. "Please" I whisper..."Please I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......"
"You didn't mean to what?" you cut me off. "You didn't mean to push me?" Then you chuckle. How you can find humor in this is beyond me. "No, my sweet little liar. You most certainly did mean to push me. And you've succeeded." You lower your mouth to my neck and gently nipped at the curve of my throat. I close my eyes at the sensation. You are confusing me. You are angry, very angry with me, yet you show me this small token of affection. Suddenly, you leave my throat, lift your lips to mines and brutally ravishes my mouth with your tongue. I whimper and fall into you, unable to hold my own weight as your tongue rapes the inside of my mouth over and over again. This is not a kiss of love or passion, it a kiss of possession by force. You are taking me, leaving no doubt as to who is Master. And you are doing it methodically. It is cold, and calculating and I shiver at it's implications.
Finally you release my mouth and I cry out. Tears freely flowing down my cheeks. Your cold treatment of me tears at my heart.....Then just as brutally as you took my mouth, you very gently run a finger down the side of my face, catching a tear and bringing it to your lips to tastes......"sweet" you murmur.
I've never seen you like this before. This is a side of you that is foreign to me, yet, familiar. Strange, but always I instinctively felt your darker side. Now I am seeing it first hand. Before I could think further on this, you spin me around and push me over your desk. You are not gentle about it either. I feel the edge of your desk cut painfully into my lower stomach. I feel you press your hand to small of my back, the cold hardness of your mahogany polished desk is oddly comforting pressed against my cheek. I dare not move.
