“Because I want these apples,” he murmured, squeezing her breasts, “and these nice apple bottoms too, to be happy,” and he moved his hands to her ass cheeks, sliding her fingers under her on the stool, to squeeze there, and Myka was unable to resist a giggle, even though her mind was not at ease.
“Oh, so you’re hungry?” Myka teased him. “You don’t want to play with me after all?”
“Mmm hmm… I want a taste of you,” he teased, running his hands over her skin.
“Well, my panties are off, so feel free to have a snack,” said Myka, and then jumped off the stool and scampered quickly out of the way, anticipating the swat he tried to direct to her ass.
“Missed!” she cried out, dancing around him, eyes sparkling. He feinted, then grabbed, and Myka screamed in delight, her good mood fully restored, kicking off her heels in the grand foyer and darting away to hide. She heard footsteps and a wild giggle bubbled up in her throat. Shooting a hand to her mouth to quench it, she ducked into his private study, pulled the door shut, and crawled under his ornate wooden desk.
She heard him call, “Myka? I’m coming. And when I find you, I’m going to put you over my knee for making me search like this.” She sucked in her breath, aroused as always by this promise, smiling to think of him looking for her, maybe getting frustrated.
“Every minute it takes, Myka, I’m increasing the count,” he called out. “Think about that if you want to keep hiding.” Myka stifled another giggle and stayed put. When he finally opened the door to the study, she wiggled in excitement and tried to be quiet.
“I wonder,” he said aloud, “why this door was closed all the way. I distinctly remember leaving it ajar.” He closed it behind him and Myka heard him click the lock. “I suppose,” he continued, as if to a friend. “I might as well do some work while I’m in here.” And then he pulled out the desk chair and was silent.
Myka remained scrunched up in a little ball, her head pushed against her knees. She waited on pins and needles, expecting him to tug her out, but nothing happened. Surprised, she opened her eyes. She could see his powerful thighs on the rolling chair, his knees and ankles nearly touching her. She cleared her throat, hoping to elicit some response, but he opened up his laptop and she heard clicking as his fingers tapped across the keyboard.
After a few minutes, she got impatient, and cleared her throat again. When that garnered no response, she poked his ankle. Finally she said, “Gabriel!” and tugged at his jeans.
He pushed the chair back a bit, and looked down at her. “Myka.” His voice was firm.
“Um, I’m going to come out now, I guess,” she said, red in the face. This game wasn’t going as she’d intended.
“No, you won’t.” He rolled the chair back in and started typing again.
“What?” Myka was outraged. “Gabriel. Move. I want to come out.”
He didn’t reply. Myka tugged his jeans harder and poked his thigh. “I mean it. Let me out.”
Gabriel pushed back and looked at her for a long minute. “You went under there willingly, ma chèrie,” he told her in a smooth voice. “And now you’ll stay there, for,” he looked at his watch, “ten minutes.” He rolled the chair back in. “I don’t want to hear a sound either, understand?”
Myka poked him again. “Seriously! Quit it.”
“Fifteen minutes. I suggest that you sit quietly and think about what’s going to happen when I let you out.”
Sitting under the desk, squished up, Myka seethed. She glared at his legs, as if that made a difference. She tried to shift and bonked her head on the top of the desk. “Fuck! Ouch.” She rubbed her head.
“Quiet down.” Gabriel’s voice was stern.
“But I don’t want to be down here!” Her voice sounded whiny. She didn’t like how this game was turning out, all of a sudden.
“Are you going for twenty minutes? I suggest you behave. Or else I’ll have my driver drop you back at your hotel.” His voice was serious.
Myka sniffed. Would he really do that? Before she could think about it, she heard her voice, “Do I need to say yellow or red?”
Gabriel’s fingers paused. “If I hear you say it, I’ll listen. You know that.”
“No. I’m not saying it,” Myka whined, and he started typing again. She felt tears start in her eyes. “If you care about me, you’ll let me out right now without making me say a stupid word.”
Myka sighed at his lack of response, but was determined to see this through according to his plans. It would be simple to change the course; all she needed to do was to speak up—say red, or stop, or just to get out. The problem was that she had deliberately set this course, asked for it. So Myka sat still, closed her eyes, and let her mind drift, waiting for his signal. She could do what he wanted, be what he wanted.
Gabriel’s voice startled her, an undetermined amount of time later. “If you want out, you’ll need to earn it.”
Chapter Eleven
“Earn it… how?” She squinted at the onslaught of light as he moved back, allowing her to crawl out from under the desk.
Gabriel leaned back in the chair and spread his legs. “Je veux que tu suces ma bite. You’ll pleasure me with your mouth, Myka, for a start.” Myka blinked up at him.
“After I come down your pretty little throat,” he continued. “I’m going to take you over this desk and give you a nice hard spanking,” and he picked up a heavy wooden ruler from the side of the desk and slapped it against his palm. “Then you’ll stand in the corner for twenty minutes with your panties around your knees before I continue with your punishment.”
Myka gulped and looked at him, wide-eyed, but he was implacable. “You asked for rougher,” he murmured to her. “So either tell me no, or service me. I expect that you’re going to choose the latter. And I expect a damn good job, Myka. Your spanking will be harder if I’m not fully satisfied with your performance.”
Myka edged closer to him on her knees, until she was between his spread legs. She reached up and unzipped his pants; he helped by undoing the button on the jeans, then lifted his hips so she could wiggle the fabric of his pants and boxers down to his knees.
He was already getting hard for her, and Myka leaned forward to take him in her hand, but he stopped her. “No. Take off your shirt and bra. Hands behind your back. Mouth only.”
She took off her clothes as directed, then laced her fingers behind her back, feeling how the position thrust her breasts forward.
“Very good,” said Gabriel in approval. “Lick, Myka.”
Myka leaned in again, feeling the heat from his strong legs. She felt him harden under her tongue as she stroked up and down, then over the top of his cock. A drop of salty pre-cum leaked out of the tip and she licked it and then sucked him.
“Yes,” he said, closing his eyes. “Like that. Alternate licking and sucking.”
Myka found a rhythm, bobbing her head back and forward, licking up his thick shaft, darting her tongue around the vein there, sucking the head, then taking him further into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around her teeth to take him deeper, wishing she could use her hands to anchor herself, but kept them behind her as directed.
Soon his breathing became rougher and he thrust his hips at her mouth, ordering, “Take me deeper.”
Myka opened wide and leaned forward to allow him to shove right into her mouth, all the way back. She gagged and he reached down and grabbed her hair. “Relax your throat,” he commanded. “I don’t care if you gag, but you’ll be more comfortable if you loosen up.”
He pushed into her straining mouth, plunging in deeply over and over. Each time, he forced his cock to the back of her throat for a few long seconds before pulling out, giving her some gasping breaths of air. Although she tried to breathe through her nose, it was still a suffocating feeling to have his thick cock fill her passageway. Finally she pushed herself forward to get more leverage and a break.
“Yeah, ma chèrie, lean in,” he told her, using her hair like handles to control
her mouth, continuing to pump. Her lips strained from opening so wide, and tears of concentration streamed from her eyes, but still he fucked her mouth hard. Finally he groaned, “God help me, Myka, fuck!” and gave an especially hard thrust. Myka swallowed around him and he pulsed and stiffened and shot his hot semen directly into the back of her throat.
Myka gulped and swallowed, trying to keep up with his ejaculations. He pulled out of her mouth while he was still coming, and it made a slight sucking pop as it released. Semen leaked into her mouth and spilled out onto her lips. Myka automatically swallowed again, trying to keep up, and reached forward to wipe her mouth. He stopped her, grabbing her wrist as he made a groan of pleasure.
“Open your mouth wide,” he demanded. “I’m going to finish on your tongue.” He spurted out another thick stream onto her tongue and into her cheeks, ensuring that more dribbled onto her lips. With his finger, he swiped some of the cum and rubbed it onto her nipples.
“Swallow it all,” he demanded. “No gagging. If you lose a drop or make a sound, you’re getting the belt in addition to the ruler. When your mouth is clean, rub the cum from your nipples and lick your fingers.”
She swallowed carefully a few times, and made just a few small inadvertent gag sounds as she licked her teeth clean. She actually liked his taste. And the texture wasn’t terrible, so she didn’t understand why she sometimes had difficulty. Maybe it was an involuntary reflex. She wiped her nipples and licked her fingers, hoping he wasn’t serious about using the belt.
Gabriel chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have the motivation to help you do better next time. You know I love helping you learn discipline.” He leaned back in the chair with a deep sigh, and Myka knew he was enjoying the relaxation that always followed a good orgasm. She stayed on her knees, waiting, and surreptitiously wiped the tears from her eyes.
After a moment he said, “Come here,” and gestured to her to come onto his lap. Puzzled, Myka did, but relaxed as he pulled her into his arms and down onto his chest. She shifted so her butt was on his lap, her legs dangling, and simply leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes.
“That felt amazing,” he told her. “Just relax here with me for a minute. The other things can wait.” She could hear his heart beating, strong and hard, under his shirt, and she stroked him through the fabric. Still with his eyes shut, he reached up one hand and placed it between her naked breasts, as if feeling her own heartbeat. “So beautiful,” he murmured, “si belle, parfait pour moi.”
Myka felt tears again, not from exhaustion but from emotion. She wiped, not wanting him to see. The other tears were fine; she often found her eyes leaking during vigorous blowjobs, and it turned him on to see it. But these new tears were far more fragile and fraught with meaning, something she didn’t wish to explain to either of them.
A few more minutes passed, then he opened his eyes and stroked her cheek. “Thank you, Myka.” His voice was rough.
“Well, no problem. That’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?” she said, trying for an air of casual teasing, but averting her eyes in case any trace of deeper emotion lingered.
He tilted his head, seemed as if he were going to speak, but didn’t. Finally he said, “Stand up, now.” His voice was rougher than before. Myka did, standing in front of him.
“Lose the skirt,” he told her, still leaning back, although his eyes were sharp.
Myka quickly wiggled the skirt down. She crossed her arms behind her back, a pose he’d often asked her to get into after stripping.
“Nice,” he said, and picked up the ruler. “I promised you a good spanking,” he said in a low voice. “Lean over the desk. Stretch your hands out as far as they go and spread your legs nice and wide.”
Myka obeyed instantly. The top of the desk was higher than her waist, so she had to stand up on her toes to get her hips right at the edge. With her legs spread, she was totally exposed—a way he liked her, often.
He rested the ruler against her cheeks and she jerked, then relaxed. He stroked the ruler up and down her buttocks with the flat side. “Get used to it, Myka,” he teased her. “Learn how the wood feels against your cool skin.”
She flinched again as he drew the ruler back, but he merely placed it across her thighs and held it there. “The skin here is so soft and tender, Myka,” he informed her. “How do you think the ruler would feel here?” He tapped the back of one thigh a little harder, “Or here?” and he rapped the other.
Myka gasped. “I think it would hurt.”
He chuckled. “I think you’re right. You’ll tell me later, yes?”
Without waiting for a reply, he gently pushed the tip of the ruler between her legs, using it to dip into her pussy. Myka whined and wiggled her hips at the intrusion. With her legs spread so wide, he could access any part of her body.
“You’re wet,” he said with amusement. “What a dirty girl you are, ma chèrie. Giving a blowjob and thinking about a spanking arouses you, doesn’t it? Answer me.”
He pushed the ruler a little further into her, and Myka jumped. “Yes, sir.”
“Yes, what? Tell me the whole thing.”
“Yes, sir. I am a dirty girl. Giving a blowjob and thinking about a spanking does arouse me.”
“I thought so.” He pulled the ruler back and rubbed it across her ass. “I can probably frost your entire ass with your own cream, like a cupcake.” He dipped the ruler back between her legs and swirled the end around, then pulled it out again and drew another stripe next to the first. “Look at this, Myka. You’re so wet that I can decorate your body with your own juices.”
Myka moaned, embarrassed and aroused, as he did it again and again, wiping the stick across her ass, letting her feel the moisture cooling on her body. He pushed the ruler into her once more, a slow gentle glide, and she smiled, knowing he was being careful not to hurt her with the edges.
This time he held it up to her mouth. “Lick it clean. Taste your own flavor.”
Myka did, letting her own arousal mix with the scent and flavor of his still in her mouth, as she sucked and licked the ruler clean. The air smelled of sex, their odors mixed together in the small room, desire hanging heavy around them.
“Stay still,” he warned her. “You don’t need to count, but keep those hips glued to the desk, or else you know what will happen.”
Myka heard the blow—a loud swish in the charged air—before the pain set in, a sharp stripe of fire across both cheeks, right where he’d decorated her.
“Eep,” she yelped, bucking her hips off the desk, automatically reaching back with one arm to stop him.
He made a tsking noise. “Only one, and you’re already disobeying?” He paused, then grabbed a tape dispenser at the side of the desk. “Link your fingers together and get your wrists close.”
He pulled a long swatch of tape from the dispenser and wrapped it around both of her wrists, repeating with more swatches until she was firmly bound. “I think that will hold you. Try it.”
Myka wiggled; couldn’t get out. He’d wound so much tape around her wrists that it was impossible to break.
“Is it too tight? Circulation okay?” he asked, lifting her arms, examining the setup.
“It’s fine.”
“Fine? You mean fine for someone who wants their hands tied up while they received a good whipping, Myka?”
“Yes, that. Sir.”
He laughed. “Back over the desk.”
This time he used his strong hands to help position her hips and adjust her arms, then pushed at her ankles until her legs were as wide as possible. And suddenly, without warning, Myka felt the ruler again even before she heard the swoosh, and screamed out at the bright pain across her bottom, in nearly the same spot as before. Again she struggled with her hands.
“Breathe into it, you know how,” he murmured to her, stroking her back, and swiped her hard once again with the ruler.
“Ah!” wailed Myka. For some reason her skin felt extra sensitive today, or maybe the ruler was a more vicious
toy than the other things he usually used.
“Stay still,” he warned. “I fucking love watching you work at it, Myka. I could do this all day.”
Myka repositioned herself and took a deep breath. He loved making her struggle, and she loved making him love it. Swish! The ruler struck again, right across both cheeks, and she let out a strangled cry but managed to stay still.
“Nice,” he praised her. “Again.” And he cracked her hard, just under that line, and she whined again, her muscles trembling with exertion, but didn’t move.
“Good. Again.” Crack! She whined out hard at the burn, but kept her hips locked. “Good girl, you’re getting the hang of it,” he said. And then he spanked in earnest, the ruler cracking against her soft skin fast and hard. Myka moaned and whimpered, moving her hips back and forth, but did not lift them from the desktop.
The sounds rang out in the small room, echoing against the walls. Myka hadn’t realized how loud a spanking could be, and was glad they were alone. Her ass burned fiery hot. The entire surface stung and below the surface was a dull ache—this ruler was definitely crueler than she’d expected. And he kept spanking, over and over, until she begged, “Please, Gabriel, that’s enough, I swear, next time I’ll do better, please stop.”
“Let’s see about those thighs now,” he said, and then Myka felt an insane burst of heat and an instant sizzle of pain as the ruler landed across her skin just below her buttocks. He did it again and again in quick succession, and she screamed out in surprise, totally unable to keep her hips still.
He pushed gently at the small of her back so she was on the desk again, then raised his arm and cracked her thighs once more. Myka wailed. “Ouch!”
“Ten more on your thighs, Myka,” he told her. “I think the pain will be a good reminder to you about being obedient to me.”
“I will be obedient! Please, it hurts.”
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