by Sana Chase
“Will it only be like this?”
I rattled the paper.
“You mean domination and submission?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t make any promises, Katie, but we shall see.”
My heart dropped a bit at his answer. Apparently last night DID only happen that way because it was my first time. And he obviously didn’t share my feelings. Yet anyway. I had to cling to the hope that he would. Some day.
Using the pen that he’d handed me, I signed my name on the indicated line with a flourish. I might’ve just bitten off more than I could chew, but only time would tell on that one. In the meantime, I got to be with the man I’d fallen in love with. I could settle for that. For now, at least.
I handed the paper back to him and he added his signature to it. He then slipped it and the questionnaire into a manila folder and put it in the bottom drawer of his desk. He leaned back in his chair and looked at me. The hunger once more burned in his eyes.
“Stand up.”
I stood on shaky legs and waited for his next command. He opened a drawer and withdrew two items, but I couldn’t tell what they were.
“Assume the position you took the first time you were in my office.”
My stomach did a little flip as I took a step closer to his desk and bent over it, placing my forearms and palms flat on the surface. He walked around the desk to stand behind me, and my stomach did a little flip when he grasped the hem of my skirt and yanked it up over my rounded hips to expose my ass.
Since I wore a thong, both of my cheeks sat bare to his eyes. I started to turn my head so I could look at him through the mirror, but his voice stopped me.
“No. Keep your head straight and your eyes focused on the top of my desk.”
A little trill of fear shot through me. I couldn’t see what he was about to do, and it scared me a bit. Was he going to spank me?
Instead of his palm smacking the smooth flesh of my ass, he hooked a finger around the strip of fabric of my thong and tugged it out of my crack and over one cheek. When the tip of his finger brushed across my asshole, I tensed. I let my breath out in relief when the finger moved away, but my relief was short lived.
Something cold and wet dripped between my cheeks and the finger came back, rubbing the slick wetness around my puckered rosebud. I tensed again. I couldn’t help it.
“This will be easier on you if you relax.”
I took a couple of deep breaths and tried my best, but it wasn’t easy. At first his finger felt strange rubbing in circles around the tight entrance, but then something happened that I didn’t expect. It started to feel good.
He seemed to sense when my mood changed because he chose that moment to push the tip of his finger against my hole. It resisted for a moment, but the slickness of the lubricant he’d spilled between my cheeks eased his passage and the tip slipped in.
I caught my breath at the sensation. As strange as it felt, I immediately wanted him to go deeper. Sometimes, strange was good.
He pushed a little further, and I felt the tight rings inside my canal attempt to repel the invasion, but he didn’t give up. His persistence paid off, and after a moment of increases pressure, his finger slid past the tight muscles.
I gasped out loud. It was amazing how full I felt with just his finger. He slid it in and out, corkscrewing his finger around to loosen me up some more. I pushed back against him. I couldn’t help myself. It just felt so good.
When he withdrew his finger, I whimpered in protest, but something harder—and bigger—immediately replaced it. I felt a little sting as he pushed the implement deeper into me. The rings once against resisted the invasion of something so much bigger than his finger.
I bit my lip and sucked in a breath at the intensity of the feeling of being opened up so wide. His insistent pushing broke through the tight rings and whatever he held slid further inside me.
“Oh god,” I groaned. “It’s so big. Too big,” I whispered.
“It’s not. Just take a few deep breaths. You’ll adjust.”
He was right. I did as he said and the longer I managed to handle this big thing inside me, the easier it was. In fact, as the minutes ticked by, the stinging sensation brought about by having something so large forced into my ass changed into a slow, pleasurable heat.
He shoved the item the rest of the way in, and I felt my asshole clench around a smaller end. Grabbing the thong, he tugged the lacy fabric back into place.
“What is it?” I asked, my words sounding breathy in my ears.
“A butt plug.”
My legs trembled as the heat in my ass grew. I shifted slightly and gasped as the plug moved inside me.
“Stand up.”
Was he out of his mind? How on earth was I supposed to stand up with this thing in my ass?
“Katie,” his voice took on a hard edge. “Stand up.”
I pushed up with my arms off the surface of the desk and slowly straightened up. The plug shifted against as my body aligned itself and I moaned. I smoothed my skirt down over my hips and thighs as I waited for his next instructions.
He walked back around his desk, and I heard the chair creak as he settled into it. I didn’t want to move, but I did. Slowly, I shuffled my feet around until I faced him. I could feel the plug inside me with each movement, sending little jolts through my body.
He handed me a stack of mail.
“Go to your office and go through these.”
I reached forward, biting my lip to stifle the moan that came unbidden to my throat, and took the mail. I had no idea how he expected me to concentrate with this plug in my ass, but I knew I couldn’t question him. It wasn’t hurting me. I’d be a wimp to yell red on something like this. Besides, if I did, what fun would that be?
I took a tentative step away from his desk and sucked in a breath when the plug shifted with my movement. Every step I took made the plug move inside me. It was almost as though I was fucking myself in the ass with the plug as I walked.
17.
By the time I made it to my desk, my face was flushed and beads of sweat had popped out on my body. My pussy throbbed and ached with need. If the plug had this much effect on me in such a short time, I couldn’t imagine how I’d feel when he decided it had been inside me long enough.
I gingerly sat down in my chair, moaning as my weight on the plug pushed it deeper inside me. I wiggled a bit to try to find a more comfortable positon, but it was no use. There was no comfortable position with the plug in my ass.
Attempting to do my job, I went through the stack of mail, sorting it into piles of junk and important correspondence. All the while, I could feel the heat inside my body growing. I knew the crotch of my thong was likely soaked. I could feel the wetness seeping from my pussy.
After a few minutes, I gave up on the mail. The plug was driving me crazy. My pussy throbbed with need. I was so tempted to slid my hand between my thighs and rub my clit to try and ease the ache, but I knew I shouldn’t. Jace wouldn’t be happy with me if I did.
I don’t know how long I sat there. It seemed like forever. I hadn’t even noticed I was rocking in my chair until the squeaking sound penetrated the haze of need in my brain. Sucking in a breath, I tried to get a grip on myself, but it didn’t do any good.
How long did he intend to torture me like this?
I wanted to go into his office and beg him to fuck me. The throbbing need was just too much. I didn’t know how much more I could take.
Just when I thought I’d reached the very end of my control, Jace appeared in my doorway. Without a word, he came around my desk and grabbed my arm, hauling me to my feet. I whimpered as the plug shifted in my ass.
He shoved my upper body down onto the desk, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to take it out! Finally!
Holding his hand against my back to keep me in place on the desk, he pressed against me. Even with the plug in my ass, I could feel the bulge in his pants. I moved my hips, shimmying against him.
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“Please,” I whispered.
He stepped back and yanked my skirt up over my ass. After pushing the skimpy fabric of my thong aside, he trailed his finger along my ass around the edge of the base of the plug. Grabbing it, he pulled, and I groaned as my ass tightened around it. Despite the fact that the tight rings of muscle didn’t want to let go, Jace kept up and I sucked in a breath with my asshole relented and the plug popped out of my ass.
“Oh god,” I shivered as pleasure washed over me. It had felt almost as good coming out as it had going in.
I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper sliding down, and the next moment, I felt the tip of Jace’s cock probing against my slit. His cock slid easily between my slick lips, and he found my entrance.
When he thrust into me, driving his cock deep inside my pussy with one forceful shove, I cried out. I went from being full, to being empty, to once again being full, and my body reveled in the sensation. Jace seemed to sense what my body needed, what it craved, and he pulled out and then slammed back in.
There wasn’t any slowness to our coupling. He forcefully rammed in and out of me, pounding my pussy in a relentless pace. I rocked against him, fucking him back just as fast and hard as he rammed into me.
Grabbing my hair, he yanked me up to standing. I felt a sharp pain in my head from the forceful tug, but the pain melded into the pleasure running through me.
“Oh god, yes,” I cried as he bent grabbed my hips and pistoned into me. The heat and need that the plug had incited erupted into a blazing inferno, and my cries echoed in my small office as the orgasm washed over me.
“Fuck,” Jace groaned and slammed deep inside me. He held himself there, and I felt his cock twitch and then warmth flooded my womb as he emptied his seed inside me. I felt a brief flash of concern at the fact that I wasn’t on birth control, but he swiveled his hips, and the movement sent an aftershock through me, washing the thought away.
I felt his breath hot on my ear when he bent down to whisper, “The next time, it won’t be a plug in your ass. It’ll be me.”
I moaned at his words and sank into my chair as he zipped up and took a step away from me.
“Now there’s just one more thing we need to attend to.”
“What’s that?” My voice trembled with a little bit of fear and anticipation.
“You broke rule #3. I didn’t give you permission to come.”
Oh, shit.
I watched in horror as he began unbuckling his belt. Surely, he didn’t intend to spank me with it? I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his hands as he slowly slid the belt through the loops until it dangled freely in his hand.
When I looked up at him, our eyes met, and I gulped. He was most definitely going to use the belt on my poor bottom. He gazed around my tiny office and frowned.
“Go to my office. Pull your skirt up over your ass and bend over my desk and wait for me.”
I swallowed nervously and walked on shaking legs to his office. When I reached his desk, I hiked up skirt up over my hips and assumed the position. Straining to hear, I couldn’t tell if he’d followed me into the room, so I snuck a look at one of the mirrored shelves lining the side of his office. He wasn’t there.
Putting most of my weight on my lower arms, which rested on the surface of his glossy wooden desk, allowed my legs to regain some of their strength. If he had followed me directly into the room and immediately spanked me, I was fairly certain my knees would’ve buckled under.
Several minutes had passed, and still, he didn’t come into the room. How long was he going to make me wait? Being bent over the desk reminded me of the first time I’d been in that position, and I shivered at the memory of his hand connecting with my bare ass.
My body began to ache slightly at maintaining the unusual position, but I didn’t dare move. As sure as I stood up straight, he’d walk into the room and add more punishment for not following his orders. So I remained bent over his desk, my palms and lower arms flat against its surface.
The soft whisper of the soles of his expensive leather loafers against the carpet alerted me to his presence. I stiffened in anticipation of the belt smacking across my ass. Resisting the urge to cheat and look in the mirrored surfaces near me, I looked down at the surface of the desk and waited.
And waited even longer.
At the exact moment I had decided to hell with it, I was going to peek after all, a sharp sting radiated across my ass cheeks as the leather belt whipped across my skin. I shrieked at the sudden burning pain. I heard him shuffle around a little and felt his hand press against my lower back.
The belt bit into my ass again, and tears spurted from my eyes in reaction to the agony of the leather smacking against my skin. I bit my lips and struggled to keep from balling my fingers into fists as Jace whipped my ass over and over with his belt. The burning pain blurred into fiery heat that spread between my legs and made my pussy ache with need.
When he finally stopped, tears coursed down my cheeks, but I was a big, clenching ball of need. My pussy throbbed, and juices dripped down my thighs. Nothing would quench the scorching desire except to have Jace’s cock ram deep inside me.
I didn’t realize he’d bent over me until I felt his breath tickle my ear. He slid his hand between my legs and trailed his fingers over my slick lips before ramming one inside me. I whimpered with need and pushed back against it.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
The words came out in a whisper. The need was so great, I could barely find my voice.
“Too bad.”
What? What did he mean, too bad?
“As part of your punishment, I’m just going to let you suffer. I’m not going to fuck you. And you are not allowed to masturbate.”
I groaned and fresh tears leaked from my eyes, though these were more from frustration than pain.
“Maybe you’ll remember next time to follow the rules.”
He straightened up and slid his finger out of me. I whimpered at its loss.
“Fix your clothes and go back to work.”
“Yes, sir.”
I stood on wobbly legs and shoved my skirt back down and toddled out of the room. I had a feeling it would be awhile before the throbbing need in my pussy quieted. Though I didn’t understand why he would go to such lengths for a punishment, I was surprised to realize I wasn’t angry with him.
If anything, what had just happened made me anticipate our next time together even more. Maybe Jace knew what he was doing after all.
18.
Standing outside of the rec room, I hesitated before reaching out to grab the door handle. I knew entering the room would signal Jace that I was there. It was the first time I’d willingly gone to the room to start a scene. In the week since Jace had plugged my ass, he’d ordered me there a couple of times, but I’d never gone on my own.
He’d been gone since early afternoon the day before, and I’d found myself craving his touch. I knew he was scheduled to be home an hour or so ago. I didn’t care if entering the room on my own brought on a spanking. I needed to feel him.
I glanced around to make sure no one was around. A swimsuit cover-up hid the sexy teddy that I’d bought in order to please Jace. If I had run into any of the house staff, I could simply have said I was going for a swim.
Opening the door, I took a step into the room and stopped dead in shock. Spread out on one of the contraptions we’d yet to use was Tiffany. Her back was to me, so she didn’t see me enter the room. She was completely naked.
I quickly retreated from the room and ran up the stairs, covering my mouth with my hand to stifle the sob that wrenched from me. Nothing in the contract had said we’d be exclusive, but I’d just assumed we would be.
When I reached my room, I threw myself on the bed. Sobs wracked my body at the thought of Jace honoring that horrid woman with his touch. How could he? Didn’t he see how vile and vapid she was?
My mind was a turmoil of emotions. S
omehow, I’d convinced myself that Jace actually had feelings for me. I’d come to believe that he honestly found me attractive and meant what he said when he told me I was beautiful. Either I was completely wrong, or he was the type of person who could be involved in more than one relationship at a time.
Of course, I was leaning towards being totally off the mark. Seriously, why would a man like Jace Weatherton waste his time with someone like me? He had anything he could ever want—designer clothes, luxury cars, a huge mansion. He belonged with a woman who looked like a supermodel, not with some dumpy college girl who didn’t even have two cents to her name.
Obviously, the domination and submission was just a little game to him. I was just someone to play with until he decided he was tired of me and moved on to someone else.
I felt a tightness in my chest. If Tiffany was in his private rec room, then maybe that meant he had already moved on to someone else. Our contract didn’t specify a time limit. Maybe I was wrong to assume it would be long-lasting.
The thought of losing Jace brought a fresh gush of tears. Even if it had all been just sex to him, I still cherished every moment we spent together. He’d awakened something inside me I hadn’t known existed. If nothing else came out of this, at least I’d come away from it with the new knowledge about myself.
Dragging myself off the bed, I padded into the bathroom to wash my face. I decided I wouldn’t mention seeing Tiffany to Jace. It was his business if he wanted to take up with the likes of her.
After washing my face, I changed back into regular clothes and stuffed the sexy red teddy far back into my underwear drawer. I wouldn’t likely be needing it anytime soon. Blinking my eyes against another round of tears that threatened to fall, I gritted my teeth. I was not going to cry anymore.
Checking the clock, I realized I’d been crying on my bed much longer than I’d thought. It was almost dinner time. If I didn’t hurry, I’d be late. When I rushed into the dining room, I fully expected to see Tiffany there. Instead, Jace sat at the head of the table and no one else was in the room.