"...Sir?" I slid my knuckles softly across the door jamb to his office.
He spun around in his computer chair to look at me. "Yes, darling?"
I nervously flicked my hair behind my ears and looked at the floor. The silence dragged on for too long.
"Is everything okay?" Now there was a tinge of concern in his voice. Already, he had gotten up and was moving toward me.
"No. I mean... yes. Everything's fine. It's just..." I blushed and bit my lip, as his big arms wrapped around me, drawing me into his chest.
"Just what?" He pulled us apart enough to allow his hand to cup my chin and tilt my head up. He raised his eyebrows, as his thumb ran over my flushed cheek. "What's going on?"
I let out a shaky breath, suddenly regretting beginning this exchange. I tried to look at the floor again.
"No." His voice was harder now. "Tell me what's going on." He paused. "...Now." The grip on my chin got tighter.
A small whine escaped my lips. "I want..." I started. "I want...a spanking."
He narrowed his eyes. "And why was that so hard to tell me?"
"And..." I trailed off, wishing I could avert my eyes from him, but his fingers were already digging painfully into my jaw. I felt my blush creep further up my face.
"And what?"
"I..." I felt my chest cave in. "And I want you to wash my mouth out with soap." I let the words tumble out, before I lost my nerve. My torso burned. I had never said those words to anyone. It was one of those weird kinks that I normally didn't tell people about, because it was so fucking embarrassing.
But the craving was making me ache.
And he had always been so understanding, I thought... maybe, you know? But as I watched a shadow of bewilderment wash over his face, I regretted asking. Insecurity blossomed through my body, making me want to melt into the wall.
Goddamn, I thought to myself. You're so fucked up. What can't you keep your mouth shut?
My face became hotter as my internal tirade continued.
He dropped my chin and drew me in close to him again, holding the side of my head so I could hear his heartbeat. Strong, dependable, solid. Just like him. I relaxed into him, unconsciously, letting some of my nerves ease themselves.
"Hmm," I heard him say from above me. He didn't sound particularly excited... just, processing, maybe.
Dammit, I thought. Fuck.
He uncurled us and led me by the hand to his big leather chair, situating me on his lap. I purred as our bodies fit together so perfectly, so easily.
"Well," he began, cradling me. "To be honest I've never considered it." He paused. "So I'm going to ask you to tell me what you've done to deserve something like that." He rubbed his thumb on my bottom lip, forcing my mouth open for him. "Does my little slut have a dirty mouth?" he smirked, raising his eyebrows again.
Fuck. Now my insides were tightening for a different reason.
I closed my eyes, then opened them slowly, blinking with the most angelic expression I could contrive. "No, Sir... Well, I guess not any fucking worse than normal." I looked up at him, as my blush burned my cheeks.
"You're such a fucking brat," he chuckled. "Think you run things around here."
"I do, actually," I said with false bravado, lifting my chin. I loved to poke the sadist.
"We'll see." He kicked me out of his lap and gave me a little push out the door. "Go stand in the corner and edge for me."
I grinned, in spite of myself, and padded off to our bedroom. I faced the corner, winding my fingers down the front of my shorts and between my pussy lips. I was wet already. It didn't take long running my fingers over my swollen clit for me to hit my first edge. I stopped and leaned my head against the wall to catch my breath and let the impending orgasm fade.
As soon as I was sure I wasn't going to go over, I began again. I thought about Sir's hand on my bare ass, and the burning sting of his spankings. I thought about the awful taste of soap, and had to stop again before I came. I swore under my breath and closed my eyes, as I tried to regain control of my breathing.
I heard water running in the bathroom behind me, and what sounded like a container being filled.
"Stand up straight. No slouching," he growled suddenly from somewhere behind me.
Immediately I stood back up, perfectly straight. I whined as my fingers slid over my sensitive flesh.
"Good girl."
I gasped and pulled my hand away. I could feel my pussy clenching; I loved to hear those words from him.
Good girl. Good girl, I thought. Be his good girl. It was like a mantra in my head.
"Please, Sir," I begged, my words sounding too loud from being so close to the wall. "Please... Sir..." I didn't even know if he was still there to hear me. But I was so close, so very close.
"Not yet, darling." I could hear the pleased smile on his face.
I imagined him casually leaning in the doorway, watching me edge myself. "Fuck... Sir..." I whimpered, wrapping my around my torso, so I didn't go over.
"Mmm," his voice was like the promise of a storm, and it made my breath catch. "You do have a dirty mouth." I heard him walk behind me, and felt him wrap his hand around the back of my neck. "How did I never notice this before?" His fingers crept into my hair, and he made a fist.
I winced.
In one fluid motion, he spun me around and flung me to the ground, so I was kneeling clumsily in front of him. I cried out as his grip tightened, and he worked with practiced skill to undo the front of his jeans. "Maybe you should show me what other dirty things you can do with your mouth."
"Yes, Sir," I replied, breathy. I licked my lips as I worked the waistband over his hips. He stepped out of the pool of denim, his cock hard and ready, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. I closed the distance between us on my hands and knees, trying to remember to arch my back to give him the best view. I smiled, seeing the hunger in his eyes.
I impaled my mouth on his cock, savoring the stretch in my jaw. I licked the shaft up and down, dragging my soft tongue slowly over all the parts I knew he liked. I pushed him down into my throat, feeling the sting of tears as I breached my gag reflex.
He murmured huskily, and replaced his hand on the back of my head. He followed my motion until I had him completely swallowed, and then he held my head still with his cock fully down my throat. "That's in, slut. Take my cock in your dirty little mouth."
My tears dripped down from the invasion, and my lungs burned for air. Relax, I kept trying to tell myself. Just relax and let him use you. I loved the feeling of him in my throat, past the barrier of my comfort. I loved when he used me. Just relax. Just relax, I repeated to myself.
I got half a second worth of breath as he lifted my head up, but my relief was short-lived. He began to face fuck me in earnest, all the way out and all the way in, opening my throat to him. Tears flowed freely down my face as he used my face to masturbate himself. I could feel my empty pussy clench, and I moaned; the vibration encouraged him to accelerate his efforts.
I felt him get even harder, and I knew he was close. He pulled me completely off of him, ropes of saliva stretching from my mouth to every part of his cock. "Slut," he said, breaking the slimy strings and drawing them across my face. My pussy dripped, and I felt like there was a hole in my chest. "Do you like being my dirty little whore?"
I nodded. "Yes, Sir."
I watched him draw back slightly, just before a thick ball of his own spit landed right above my right eyebrow. I quivered as I felt it ooze into the hollow of my eye socket. "Oh, gods... please, Sir..." I begged. "Can I touch, please?" I looked up at him, half my vision swimming in slime.
He laughed, the kind that made my insides crumple. "You're disgusting. Later, maybe... if you're good." He palmed his cock. "Now get back to work."
I watched him work himself expertly, covering his entire length with each stroke. I began to lick his balls, then gently sucking each one into my mouth.
He groaned. "Oh, good slut. I like that." He slid himself forward on the bed. "You know what else I might like, whore?"
I looked up at him, my tongue working around his balls gently. "What, Sir?"
He put his hand on the top of my head and pushed me further down. I froze. He never had asked me to lick him... down there. It was too dirty. Too much. I pushed back against his hand, slowly shaking my head.
"Sir... please, no. Not there," I pleaded softly. "Let me suck your cock some more. Please."
"Do you want me to wash your mouth out, or not?" he asked.
My breath caught, as I recognized where this was going. "Yes, Sir."
"Then show me what a dirty little mouth you have. Get that tongue on my ass."
A lump welled up in my throat as I let him push me all the way down between his legs. I found his puckered hole, and I gave it a tentative lick.
"Oh, fuck..." I heard him sigh.
Encouraged, I flattened my tongue and licked it over again. I felt so dirty, putting my mouth there. So dirty, and surprisingly... hot. The taste was different than the rest of him, but not awful. Once I felt like he was sufficiently wet, I dipped the tip of my tongue inside.
I was rewarded with another groan from above me.
I worked my way further inside him, alternating with swirling laps around the outside. He was smooth inside, and tasted musky and only a bit bitter. As I continued, I thought about what I was doing, and where my mouth was; emotions churned in my mind. Arousal, humiliation, devotion, revulsion. More arousal. I picked up my pace.
"Fuck, I didn't think you'd be such a natural ass licker." He sounded hoarse. He grabbed my hair again and dragged me so I was again faced with his cock. I had never seen it so hard, it seemed ready to burst. I could trace the veins to its bulging purple head, and I reached with my tongue to lick it.
"No, not yet, my sweet little whore. You're going to take your punishment, and then I'll decide whether I'll let you finish me off." Lust and cruelty painted his face.
It was hard to breathe, I was so horny and so nervous. I loved when he toyed with me. Especially when he made it hurt. "Yes, Sir," I said, a little too quickly.
