by Dark Angel
My coffees arrive and I'm so thankful. I need the caffeine buzz. This building is ultra luxe to have its own catering department. I still can't get over the size of my office, and I think about how this is really a fortunate turn of events for me as I look out over the horizon of my new view. This is a new kind of life for me and it has infinite possibilities. As much as Sebastian intimidates me, I'm grateful to him for the new beginning and I make a mental note to tell him so.
Lily
When I step into his office, I forget everything about wanting to express my gratitude. I can’t forget my desire, though, because the sight of him, sitting at his desk, takes my breath away. The sharpness of his suit, of his chiseled jaw line, and even the power of the room...it goes right to my head and I’m practically dizzy.
"Lily," Sebastian says, and his voice makes me shiver. "You're late." He pauses and taps his fingers on his desk, looking at me with cold eyes send shivers down my spine.
"Yes," I say, unable to resist the urge to look down. Sebastian partially dares me to look up at him, something in his presence, and I find that I can't look away. I'm hanging onto his every word, and I know that he made it clear – clear as any of this can be – that he's going to make me suffer. And part of me just really, really wants to.
"You don't appear to be harmed. Did something happen?" Sebastian continues. His voice has the slightest air of concern, and it makes me feel like if something were to happen to me, he would genuinely care.
"No, no, my alarm clock just didn't..." I can't finish that sentence. I don't want him to think I'm just making excuses, even if they are true.
"Oh, so. Some simple error, but being late is unacceptable." Sebastian stands and walks over to me. He grabs my wrist, and I'm shivering at the touch.
His fingers swipe over my skin, and I forget how to breathe. I forget what's happening right now and a little whimper escapes my lips.
"Lily," he says, and he tucks his finger under my chin. "Do you know what happens when you're late? When I need to punish you?"
I can't believe this question. My face is burning hot, and my legs are actually shaking. But I look into his eyes, and I can't do anything but answer him. It is like I'm afraid that I can't let that stop me. "Sebastian, Mr. King, I..." I gulp. "I want you to do whatever you want to me," I admit. The words don't feel strange or foreign when they come out of my mouth, either. No, they make me feel freer than I ever have and I just want to shout them from the rooftops. I can hardly fathom what filthy things he has in mind, but I want to be able to act on all of them.
"Whatever I want to do to you, I can. I will," Sebastian says, gripping my wrist tighter. "You're my personal slut, and I think I'll keep you that way for a very long time." His words seem to catch in his throat, and I wonder if he meant to say that last part. I don't even want to question if he means it because I want him to. I want to believe him. I have just become so enamored with him. Everything about him encapsulates my being. He overtakes my mind.
I thought I would be nervous, or that I would feel like this was happening outside of myself, but I don't. I feel more in control when I relinquish all my power to him.
"Bend over my desk," Sebastian says.
I comply, my wrist still in his hand. He grabs the edge of my skirt, and he trails his fingers along the insides of my thighs. I shiver at his touch, desperate for whatever is about to happen. I can barely contain myself right now. I realize because I'm shaking and desperate.
How did I become this person? And if I should feel bad...I just don't.
"Please punish me," I whimper. I let the words fall from my lips, and I feel my whole body get ready for whatever is coming. I want whatever he's going to do to me. I need whatever he's going to do. I want him to punish me, which seems odd to me but I don't want to wait another moment. I don't care how he touches me as long as he does.
"I'm going to because you were late. But it is so hot to hear that you want me to punish you. I think I should make you beg for me to finger you while I spank you. Would you like that? Would you like to beg for it?" Sebastian lifts up my skirt and slaps my ass, hard.
"Yes!" I cry out. I yelp at the sensation of his large hand closing over my body, and I desperately want to be able to take whatever he offers. I want to be able to beg him. I think again that my fear or my nerves might hold me back, but they don't. I feel so liberated. "Please, finger me while you spank me, please punish me." I'm moaning before his hand touches me again because I'm just so aroused by how I feel at this moment.
I can hear his breathing speed up, and I want more, so much more. I need anything Sebastian King offers. I want him to own my body, and if he wants to punish me, then I want to be punished.
I don't think I'll ever be late again, but I do know that I'm going to enjoy what becomes of it this time.
His hand closes down on my ass, and he releases my wrist to slide his fingers over the lips of my pussy. The gentle way he traces there is just so tantalizing that I start whimpering. Somehow he so completely controls my body that I need him right now, and I don't care at all what I must sound like. I just want him. I want him now. "Please, please," I start to beg. He's going so slow, and I want him to know that he's torturing me. Perhaps he does know, but I can't let him. I don't know what to think anymore, and I'm just consumed with lust. I want him to take everything he wants from me, and I don't know how I will stand to wait for it.
"Good girl," Sebastian says, practically purring. He shoves three of his very thick fingers inside my pussy, and I groan at the instant fullness. I want him never to stop because he feels so perfect inside me. I moan at the sensation of him filling me up, the way that his fingers pump into me, and then I feel the fingers of his other hand slide against my ass cheek.
I tremble, and his fingers grip my ass, giving it a hard squeeze.
"I think ten will do it," Sebastian says. There's something in his voice that is just so...wicked. I can barely breathe now, and then his fingers start pumping harder into me, stroking inside my pussy and making me quiver. Then his hand comes down and spanks me so hard I cry out.
"Count," he says.
"One," I answer immediately. I want to be so good for him, and I don't know how to explain how good it feels when he uses me and when I obey him. My ass stings and I'm desperate for relief from that and his fingers inside my pussy, but I don't stop. I want him to keep going, even though I'm wondering about how it will all feel.
The second spank comes down harder, in the same spot. Yelping, I tremble out, "two," and his hand comes down quickly, so I get three, four, and five out through little choked sounds. My ass is on fire, and my pussy is trembling, but I know that I want more.
I know the next one is coming and I can barely breathe. My pussy clenches around his fingers and I'm aching for some kind of release, for the torment that I'm enduring to stop, but instead, I just have to take everything he offers.
“Three,” I yelp.
Another lands.
His fingers pump faster, and his slaps come down even harder. "Four," I cry out, moaning as tears streak down my cheeks.
Another blow lands and I'm shivering.
“Five,” I get out with a little yelp.
His hands smacks down harder and faster.
“Six.”
Sebastian laughs and lands another.
I moan in response. "Seven."
Eight, nine and ten all come down so quickly that I am barely able to count them and I'm a quivering mess beneath his hands. Like I'm more me than I've ever been, and I feel so free, but the anxiety and need welling up within me is so intense that if I don't come soon, I may pass out. I feel all dramatic like I might die. The pleasure/pain dwelling within my body overtakes my nervous system, and I'm desperate to feel anything and everything that he has to offer. I can't take what he's doing to me and I need more but I also just want to suffer like this. There's something so incredibly erotic in the way that he's punishing me like this, and I don't want it to stop, ever.
I'm shaking, quivering, and his fingers are still inside me pumping.
"You want to come, don't you Lily?" he asks, and I'm desperate to. I whimper.
"Yes, please, please let me come, please," I start begging – I have no shame. I'm not even worried that someone might hear and I just become an animal driven by lust.
"Fuck, your pussy is squeezing my fingers so perfectly," he says with his own groan. His other hands start to rub my ass where he spanked me, and I yelp.
"I think you should go home, Lily. I think you need to get some rest because I plan to keep you up far past your bedtime."
I am shuddering. He leans down and bites my ass, his teeth sinking into the exact spot where he spanked me repeatedly, and I need to be able to breathe, to get some release, but then he pulls his fingers out of my pussy.
His hot breath against my abused skin and my now heated pussy that's achingly empty are enough to drive me mad. I need more, so much more.
I want to beg now.
But I hold my tongue and wait for him to tell me what to do. I feel him smooth my skirt back down and I know that I need to figure out something to do with myself and I just...I wait. I wait for his instruction. He grabs my chin, fingers slick with my pussy's juices, and looks me in the face.
I can almost taste the smile on his lips, and it turns me on so much to think that he is pleased with how I took my punishment.
I hope that Sebastian is thinking hard on whatever he plans to do to me tonight because I have no idea what it might be, but I'm exhilarated. There's no other way to describe what he does to me. I am desperate for him in a way that I don't even mind. It just consumes me. Now, on the absolute brink of lust but not having an orgasm, I feel so under his control in the most erotic way.
"Lily, you did very well. Do not touch yourself when you go home. Not on your way, not at all. I say when you come, and this was a punishment. You will not come. Not without my permission. Do you understand?" His voice has that incredible authoritative air to it that sweeps me up, and I almost just swoon in response.
"I do," I nod. "Thank you, Mr. King," I say, my voice so breathy, "For my punishment." I want to add my gratitude for whatever is coming tonight, but I can't. All I can think about is one breath to another because I'm so on edge, no idea how to be able to get through each moment. I want to look at him forever. The way I'm still bent over the desk makes me feel so completely his. Sebastian runs his hand up and down my back, stroking me in a way that makes me feel like his little pet. I love it. I want nothing more than to be his. I don't know how I got in so deep, and I don't know how much of this is just the orgasm denial making me crazy, but I ache for him in every way imaginable. I want anything he has to give. I want to obey him in every way. I start breathing deeper, and his eyes lock with mine. I wonder what he's thinking, but I, of course, don't ask. I hope he's thinking of me like I'm thinking of him.
"Good girl, Lily," he says. "Turn around for me."
I do as he asks. He smooths out my clothes, his fingers not working to make me more aroused so much as to make me more presentable, but still his every touch makes me react. I wonder if he can hear my heartbeat now, it is thundering so loudly. I want him to bend me back over this desk and fuck me so hard. Part of me wants to beg for it right now. I wonder what he would do then? Would he fuck me?
Or would he punish me again?
If he did, even if I didn't come, would it be worth it? I decide not to gamble with fate and instead I'll be good. The way he told me I was a good girl, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. There was an eroticism to it and some sense of pride that I don't quite understand. His approval, his sexual approval, has some kind of hold on my mind. When his hands are on my body, I don't know what to do with myself. I mean, I also don't have to. He tells me what to do. And I like it that way. Our eyes lock together and we are frozen in this moment for what seems like an eternity.
"Go back home, Lily." His words don't break the magic or my frantic thoughts.
I simply obey.
I start to walk away, and I realize I can smell my arousal in the room. I turn back to look at him and see him sucking my pussy juices off his fingers. I want so badly to kiss him right now, taste myself on his lips, but I resist. I want to be good. I want to be very, very good.
“Wait, Lily,” Sebastian says. There’s something in his voice that I don’t recognize.
Sebastian
Lily comes back at my request. I know I called her back here because I wanted her more, and I know that I’m starting to break my own rules. Instead of giving her the kind of warmth that she wants, I’m going to give her the kind of wickedness that I know we both crave. I want her to be in a sensual haze at any given moment, and I can deal with the emotional one that she puts me in later.
“This isn’t the kind of relationship where you kiss me when you want to show affection.”
I see how she’s looking at me. This isn’t what she wants to hear. She steps back from me, her fingertips pressing on her lips. I know she wanted to kiss me. She thought that I was calling her back to kiss her.
But that’s not how this works. You know this. She does, too. She just needs me to guide her.
“Get on your knees.”
She complies instantly, looking up at me with wide, eager to please eyes. She can’t even hide her smile and I feel the excitement and anticipation in the air. The scent of her wet pussy is enough to make me say fuck all the protocol and bury myself in her.
“You have to ask permission to suck my cock if you want to show your affection.”
“Please, may I suck your cock, Mr. King?” Her lower lip trembles and there’s almost tangible fear in the air at the possibility that I’ll say no.
“Not yet, I’m going to explain something else to you. You might kiss your boyfriend, in some normal relationship, to show you are pleased with him. If you’re not pleased with him, you may withhold sex or do something else, whatever. But do you know what you’ll do if you’re not pleased with me?”
She sucks in a breath and looks actually worried. I don’t want her suffering like this...long.
I push her hair back from her face.
“Not a goddamn thing. You’re mine.”
I stroke my hand through her hair, wishing so badly that her lips were pressed around my cock now. They aren’t, though, and I’m going to have to think about all the things I would to do her if I kept her here.
Instead, I grab her hand and pull her back up from her knees. “That’s all, Lily. Go home.”
She turns to leave and I look at my phone. I’m going to text her at the time I know she’s home.
Right now, I close my office door and let myself think about her.
Lily walks into the office late, and I chastise her. Then…I see her. I have to deal with that…did I mention that her eyes make my cock jump against my fucking thigh?
I barely know her, and I can’t resist her. She’s my every thought and I’m losing my damn mind over here.
I’m normally so good at ignoring my submissives I fuck them for a while, but then I’m done with them and that’s that.
If I want to fuck them and be done with them, then I am. But when I look at Lily, I want to let her see just how much I fucking wanted her. I did want to kiss her when I made her come back.
Now, instead, I’m thinking about her and how much I want to fuck her. I closed my door. I turned off my office phone, let Rose know I’m in do not disturb mode. I will text Lily the next instruction when she gets home, and that’s it.
I’m grateful to have a shower in my office’s little apartment suite because I don’t want to come into some tissues or a trash can or something. I want to feel the heat of the shower and let the hot water wash over me, maybe knock some sense into me about why I can’t get Lily out of my head.
I squeeze my cock, my other palm pressed hard against the shower wall. The steam is rising around me, but the only touch I want is Lily’s. Her little Bambi eyes were big, full
of adoration and arousal. I kept her safe, and she didn’t go on about how I don’t belong to her. That sting makes me stroke up and down the length of my cock, pumping faster. I think about Lily’s face, and I pump harder in furious strokes. I torment my cock with the twisted images of them. My past denies me. My present should stop me in my tracks.
But those soft eyes looking at me. I want to kiss her perfect lips. My hands should be on her body, feeling how soft and curvy she is. The perfect curve of her ass and how her skin lights up when I spank her. I can smell her scent her anticipation and her arousal I want to have her in this shower, washing them off and then erase all her hesitations with my hands all over her body. I want to erase that anguish I quelled in her and bring her pure ecstasy.
My balls load up at the way I’m torturing them, and little flashes in my mind of Lily now, in her shower, naked, wet, shimmering for me.
Why do I feel like Lily could be more than just a sex object? I should tell myself not to be so foolish, but I really fucking think Lily wants to belong to me, the way that no woman ever truly has. I could possess her completely, and she’d love every second of it.
I know she likes me having authority over her. I saw that thrill in her eyes when I towered over her. Even though her fear, when she read into me, she was aroused. And through her adrenaline, her shock, her arousal, when I gave her an order, she obeyed.
She’s smart as hell. I’m going to think about her when I’m bed tonight, after I orgasm in here thinking about painting her pretty body with my cum. Because even though I’m going to have her when I’m awake, I’m going to dream about her when I close my eyes. I just know it.