The air leaves my lungs in a huff when you bend me over the bed. I should've heeded your warnings that I was crossing a line at dinner, but seeing you squirm in front of everyone was worth the punishment you are about to duel out. The long tablecloth hid things too well. It's not my fault you didn't think of taking advantage of it before I did.
All it took was a touch to your thigh before you grew hard in your suit. Where was your self-control sir? I wish you could've felt how wet I got when you began tripping over your words. My intelligent man demeaned by my hand. I'm still euphoric from it. Every victory counts with you.
I waited until you began to eat to unzip your pants, and free your cock. How obvious it would have been if you would've suddenly reached under the table. There was no way you could stop me. You almost gave yourself away with your hasty gulp. How did it feel thinking the whole room knew what I was doing to you? Fighting to hold back your groans as I worked my hand up and down your cock.
I couldn't help but bite my lip as I rubbed the precum around your swollen head. The temptation to kneel and taste you was agonizing. We both knew that you wouldn't be able to cum, not this time. We couldn't have a mess on your suit, could we?
Someone cracked a horrible joke, and you used it as an opportunity to laugh like the devil. You sent a chill down my spine when I saw the fire in your eyes. You were cornered, and for once not the one in control. But I'll pay for it now that I'm back at your mercy.
The only words you spoke on the way home were commands that left no room for argument. And degrading that only made my panties wetter. You made me admit that I was a desperate whore that couldn't keep her hands to herself. The words slipped from my tongue far too easily. We didn't even get out of the parking lot before you were forcing your cock down my throat. Taking my breath away. I have never seen you leave an event so fast to get back home.
This is a new side of you. A fresh layer exposed, always entrusting me with the darkest sides of you. Your ability to retain your calmness is striking. When I begin to hear you chuckle behind me, I realize how much I've fucked up.
"You aren't a dumb woman. So please explain to me how you thought that was good idea?" You ask. The irritation is ever present in your tone. "In front of my colleagues." You strike my ass with something heavy, and I attempt to escape the thuddy pain that shatters over my ass cheek. "My boss."
You strike the opposite cheek, but this time I can't hold back the moan that resonates through the space. The pain melts into sick pleasure that only you can bring me. I remember to count and thank you for giving me what I deserve. "Two. Thank you Master." I almost choke on my words as tears ricochet involuntarily. You selected something new to punish me with tonight, and it's by far the most painful I've felt.
I turn my head into the mattress, trying to keep my composure calm as I wait for you to deliver the next hit. When you finally do, it takes me by surprise. "Three. Thank you Master." My voice fades as the need to touch my clit becomes unbearable. I know you can see my wetness. Is it tempting to taste?
You run your hand over the fresh marks. If the pain is any indication, I know they are beautiful. When I least expect it, you deliver the last blow, making it an even two on both cheeks. "I'm sorry Master." I sob.
Whatever you were holding hits the floor with a thump. I know this wasn't easy for you, but I know it had to be done. I respect you and your control more than ever now, and I am thankful to be yours.
I grip your comforter when you slowly push into my wet pussy. It's too much, but not enough all at the same time. You find a steady rhythm as you work your cock in and out of me. I wish I could see your face. I love how it relaxes as you get lost in me.
