She really thinks she is going to get away with that. It’s quite cute, actually, how unaware of how deep she’s already in.
Little minx. She played the cards she was dealt, and I cannot blame her for that. Malicious compliance is always amusing. But two can play at that game. And I have all manner of tricks up my sleeve that she cannot imagine.
In the middle of the night, I enter her apartment. There will be no signs of forced entry, because I do not need to open the door. I slide under it in the guise of a creature so small it can flatten its skull to slide through the crevice under the door.
Once I am inside, I allow myself to take my human form again. This time I do not have to suffer the melting phase. I spent the day ensuring that unfortunate side effect was isolated and removed. I work swiftly when I have a vested interest in an embarrassing mistake not happening twice.
I have learned that I can control the duration of shifts, especially of new creatures, by changing the dose. The bigger the dose, the longer I stay in the animal form. I only took two drops before I entered her apartment. My clothes and belongings are lumped outside her door and I had to crawl through my own jacket arm to escape them, but that is a minor inconvenience really.
I walk naked into Lydia’s bedroom where she is sleeping. It is a comfortable room, a little plain. I thought she might have some secret wild personality hidden away at home, but it seems she likes to lie to herself as well as the rest of the world. I sense the animal inside her. As traditional as she might like to appear, I know there’s more to her than that.
“Hello, sweetheart,” I murmur into her ear.
Her eyelashes flutter as she wakes from what I guess was a deep sleep. As she starts to move, I grip her wrists and I lift them over her head, making her vulnerable. When her eyes open fully, she sees me over her, entirely naked.
“What are you doing?” Her tone is shocked and a little excited, if I am not very much mistaken. I knew she might panic when she found herself in this position, but she isn’t giving me the reaction I want. I’ve noticed that contrariness before, and I am enjoying breaking it. If she isn’t concerned about what I intend do to with her yet, she soon will be.
“I was due eight hours of you today,” I tell her. “And I was denied it, so I think you have some overtime to make up, young lady.”
“Get off me, you psycho,” she says. The words are sassy, but her heart isn’t in it. There’s a husky tone to her voice that indicates sleepy arousal. If I spread her legs right now I am sure I could sink my cock right inside her. She might be tight at first, but she’d soon get wet and receptive and before long she’d be grinding her hips in that sexy way she does when she’s being fucked.
“You have displayed a certain level of disrespect I just cannot allow to stand,” I tell her, running my fingers through her hair and pressing it gently away from her brow. “Your problem is that you are untrained and untamed. I am going to rectify both of those problems tonight.”
“I’ll call the police.”
“Will you? Or will you spread your legs for me as you did yesterday?”
I remind her of her previous needy behavior by lowering my head and grazing my teeth along the side of her neck. She shivers beneath me as both of us are reminded of the intense chemistry between us. This is something I cannot manufacture in a laboratory. Pure biology is holding sway now.
I hear her moan and feel her shiver beneath me.
“You thought you were cute today, but you should know that when you mess with me, there is always a punishment. This is yours now.”
I rip the covers down, gripping her chemise with three of my fingers rather by mistake. I’ll get her another one. I’ll get her an endless supply of lacy bed wear if it means I get to rip it off her when I decide to.
“Hey!” she squeals as I bare her breasts in that rough gesture. They’re soft and round and her nipples become immediately erect as they feel the cool air of the room. I lower my head and capture one of them in my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tip of it until she makes a helpless little animal sound that almost makes me think she’s been taking my products.
“I am going to enjoy you until I decide I am done with you. But first, I am going to punish you. You are going to have a very sore ass.”
“What? More spanking?”
“Spanking is cute, sometimes. And maybe, if you ask me nicely, I’ll put you over my knee. But tonight, after everything you did today, it’s not going to be a hot little ass that teaches you a lesson. I’m going deeper.”
“What?”
I keep her wrists pinned in one hand, and I reach over to her bedside drawer. As luck, and perhaps fate would have it, she has two different types of lube in there, including one that will work very nicely for anal exploration.
“Wait, Dr. Seek,” she says. “Not that.”
“Yes,” I say. “That.”
I flip her over onto her stomach and pin her in place. It’s very easy to keep her where I want her. She’s much smaller than I am, and our relative muscle mass is quite disparate.
“Not my ass! You can have my pussy, but not my ass!”
“You’re not in a position to set boundaries,” I say. “If you wanted to enjoy reasonable boundaries, there was a chance to do that today, when you came into work. You could have done what was expected of you there, and you might have enjoyed yourself. Instead you’re here. Having this happen to you.”
I spread her thighs with my knee and swipe some butter lube onto my fingers. I rub her tight little asshole with that lube, circling first before rubbing deeper, and more firmly, until my finger finds her hot, tight interior.
Her sounds are muffled. I’m not pushing her into the pillow, but she’s burying her face there of her own accord. She doesn’t want me to hear her suffering, though I am trying to minimize the physical discomfort. It’s enough for her to know that at any time, she can find herself with her tight little ass wrapped around me.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I tell her. “I’m going to push my cock inside you and fuck this little hole until I fill you up. Then we can see about that spanking you wanted.”
“I don’t want a spanking!” She squeals the sentence at me, amusing me deeply.
“Oh, but you do,” I say, thrusting my finger in and out of her tightest hole, slowly working it into a state of receptivity that will allow my cock to enjoy her heat. “If you wanted anything else, you would have behaved like a responsible human being and I wouldn’t be here making sure you understand that you are mine.”
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Lydia
I think he actually means it. He thinks I belong to him, because he’s a crazy, sexy, hot scientist who doesn’t play by any normal rules, including ones of basic common sense like don’t take substances that make your face melt.
The feeling of his finger inside me is shamefully good. I can’t admit it. I will never tell him, but my pussy is getting wet from the stimulation because no matter how much I might want to assert myself, the thrill of being taken is deeply erotic.
When I woke up and realized I wasn’t alone in this room, I felt a pang of fear that has since turned into a spark of arousal. I am a fucked-up person, and I like fucked-up things. That’s the only conclusion I can come to as I lie beneath him and take the punishment he has decided to mete out.
The moment his cock pushes inside my ass, I let out a long, low moan that gives everything away. I am being punished, but my body is performing that sexual alchemy it did before. He wants to shame me, dominate me, punish me. He wants to breach the most private of my spaces and force me to take him as he desires, and all that thinking about how awful he is does is make me wetter and more turned on.
He is growling softly as his cock slowly dominates my ass, inch by inch claiming space that had never belonged to anyone but me before he came here.
“That’s it,” he growls, his hips slapping against my cheeks with every rough, pounding stroke.
I am crying out every time he sinks deep inside me and I feel his hips press against my upturned ass and his cock fill me.
He comes inside me, slaps my ass.
I figure he is done, but I am wrong.
“Now for the spanking,” he says, crouched next to me. “I’m going to spank all that cum I just filled your ass with back out of you again.”
He starts smacking my cheeks, and the fact that I am turned on and haven’t come is enough to make the pain feel more like stinging warmth. My clit rubs against the sheets every time I squirm, and I wonder if he knows what he is doing to me, or if he thinks that this is actually going to make me be good for him, because I have no intention of that.
The slaps compound on one another, sting and heat growing in the same way until I am shamelessly grinding against the bed between each of those swift slaps.
“You’re wet,” he says. “But you’ve probably been wet since I first pinned you to the bed and told you I was going to discipline you. Naughty girls like you love it when someone takes charge. To have the nerve to try to walk out of your job on the second day there just to test your boss’s resolve. You’re a handful, young lady, but I am more than capable of handling you.”
I bite my lower lip so I don’t say anything. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction still. I am not broken yet. Yes, he fucked my ass; yes, he made me take his cock in the one place I really never thought I would allow any man. Yes, I know I am going to ache there tomorrow, and perhaps the day after because of how hard he pounded me once he had me stretched out to his liking.
“Looks like someone can come just from being spanked,” he observes, fisting my hair.
There’s no escaping this man. Not physically, and not emotionally. He reads me as if I am a lab report, no subtlety missed. My every expression, movement, and moan is data to him, and he has no qualms about using it against me.
He spanks hard and fast, peppering my ass with so many slaps there is no chance of counting them all, much less being aware of them all. He has set me adrift on a raft chasing pleasure, rutting my clit first against the bed, and then against his leg as he moves to sit on the bed, pulling me over his lap so he can administer punishment in the more traditional way.
“Naughty girls who don’t do their work properly during working hours get woken up to have their bottoms fucked and spanked, don’t they,” he drawls to me in a low growly tone that sends little bolts of excitement right to my clit.
I come while he spanks me, finding enough friction against his thigh to let my greedy pussy reach the peak I have been searching for since he first touched me. He spanks me through every jolting contraction of pleasure, making the climax roll on and on until I am absolutely exhausted and entirely weak over his thigh.
In the aftermath he keeps me in place, one hand on the back of my neck as he rubs and lightly scratches my hot cheeks. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, sticking between my thighs, just like he promised it would when he said he was going to spank me into submission.
I have a lovely floaty feeling in my body, as if all the stress and tension between us has dissipated. I am left with nothing but the certainty that I am in more trouble than I could have possibly imagined.
“It’s going to be very cute in a few hours when the sun is up and you are at work, wearing one of your professional little skirts and sitting on a hard wooden chair that is going to make your sore bottom quite uncomfortable,” he says. “I’m going to make sure you stay warm, too. The moment I think you are off task, I’m going to bend you over, pull your panties down, and use the back of a hard wooden hairbrush on you. Do you understand?”
I moan a kind of incoherent answer. Of course I understand. He is going to keep using his physical and sexual dominance to control me, and I am going to delight in his attempt while keeping steadfast in my own desire to make decisions for myself.
He pulls my underwear back up snugly and pats my bottom. “My cum is going to dry on you,” he says. “Don’t wash it off before you come into work. I will know if you have, and I will have to give you a fresh dose.”