Callum opened one of the black doors. The office beyond was all glass and city and bright sunlight. Files lay open on his desk. A conference call blinked muted on his laptop. Three legal pads had been filled and pushed aside. The room looked like a man had been holding a company together by sheer force of will and a concerning amount of coffee.
I stepped inside and Callum followed. The door closed behind us and the disappearance of the office noise into a soft, sealed hush swept over me. My pulse beat everywhere.
He didn’t touch me, at least not yet.
He stood behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of him at my back. I could hear the regulated drag of his breathing. I looked out through the glass at the city far below, all bright roofs and moving traffic and people who had no idea that my entire life had narrowed to the space between a closed door and the man behind me.
Then I heard the lock turn. The sound was quiet, but it moved through me like a living thing.
I turned around to see him standing there, watching me, not too close, certainly not far, hands loose at his sides, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. He looked like a man who was used to being in complete control, who had spent the last several days exercising that control, but who had woken up this morning and chosen to ignore it. There was no sign of the man who had kissed me yesterday, no trace of softness, no visible surrender. Only a promise in his eyes that made me shiver.
For a long moment, we said nothing. The air felt thick and tense. Then he spoke, low and firm.
“Unbutton your blouse.”
I swallowed, my throat dry.
“Three buttons,” he specified, his voice dropping lower. “I want to see you.”
My fingers moved before my courage could fail. I fumbled the first button, then steadied my shaking hands. The ivory fabric parted, revealing the lace-lined nude bra I’d worn because it was practical and because I hadn’t dared wear anything else. I undid the second button, then the third. Cool air touched my skin. I left the blouse hanging open, my chest rising and falling faster now.
“Good girl.”
The words shot straight to my core. It took all my self-control to convince my knees not to buckle.
He moved forward then, unhurried, still watching me like he was taking inventory of every detail. When he reached me, he didn’t stop. He stepped close, lifting one hand to the collar of my blouse, tugging it aside to expose more of my shoulder, the curve of my neck, and the delicate strap of the bra. His thumb brushed the hollow above my collarbone, and I shuddered. His eyes dropped to my mouth.
“Yesterday, you said yes to this.”
“Yes.” My eyes watched his mouth.
“You can say no today. Right here. Right now.”
I shook my head.
The corners of his mouth tightened with what looked like satisfaction and restraint fighting each other.
“You rolled your eyes at me yesterday, young lady.” His voice scraped roughly over the words.
“I did.”
“Did you think I would let that go?”
I looked up at him, feeling the blush rise in my cheeks.
“No,” I whispered.
“No, what?”
“No, I didn’t think you’d let that go, sir.”
He smiled then, just a small, dangerous curve of his mouth.
“Good,” he replied. “Because I won’t.”
Then he leaned in, locking eyes with mine. My gaze flicked down to his mouth and back up to his darkened eyes and my core fluttered with need.
“You want me to kiss you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered so softly that my voice was hardly audible.
“I want to kiss you too, but I’m going to punish you first,” he growled.
Then his hand slid into my hair, and he yanked my head back, making me gasp.
“Bend over my desk,” he ordered, keeping his hand fisted in my hair as he guided me forward. “Now.”
He walked me around his desk to the smooth, polished wood surface, nudging me forward until my hips pressed against the edge. With firm hands on my waist, he bent me over it and my chest landed flat against the cool surface.
I felt him step back, his eyes devouring the sight of me bent over his desk, my black skirt stretched tight across my ass.
“Jesus Christ, Avery,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “You actually came to work like this.”
His hand moved to the hem of my skirt, and with deliberate slowness, he began to lift it, exposing inch after inch of my calves and thighs, but pencil skirts were not easy to lift over your hips and the narrow fabric bunched around my upper thighs.
“It will be hard to get it over my hips,” I said, my face burning with shame and arousal. “It’s meant to be taken off downwards, not up.”
“Good,” he growled. “Because I want to ruin it.”
He yanked it up roughly over my hips, the sound of fabric tearing filling the office as he exposed my bare ass to his view. Each stitch he ripped through thundered through the office until the fabric fell away and then I was completely bare from the waist down. I heard his shocked intake of breath when he realized I’d obeyed him completely. I shifted from one foot to the other, shamefully aware that my godfather’s eyes were on my bare ass and my boss was looking at my bare pussy. My shameful arousal spiraled up through me like a category five tornado.
“Fuck me,” he muttered, one big hand coming to rest on my exposed cheek. “You’re soaked, aren’t you?”
I whimpered in response, too embarrassed to answer.
“Answer me,” he commanded, his hand squeezing my ass firmly.
“Yes,” I gasped. “I’m wet… for you.”
His hand moved between my thighs, fingers finding my dripping pussy with shocking ease. He groaned when he felt how ready I was.
“Spread your legs.”
I did as I was told.
“You’re dripping down your thighs,” he observed, sliding one finger through my wetness. “Did you sit through your training like this? Were you sitting at your desk with your bare pussy thinking about what I was going to do to you in this office?”
“Yes,” I admitted, my face burning hotter. “I couldn’t focus on anything else.”
“That’s because you’re a dirty girl who needs her ass spanked hard,” he murmured, removing his hand from between my legs. I heard him inhale, groan, and then the sound of him sucking my juices off his fingers. I wanted to disintegrate with shame.
“You’re going to spank me?” I whimpered.
“You rolled your eyes at your boss and then came to work without panties like a little slut,” he retorted, his voice low and commanding. “What did you think was going to happen?”
I was panting now, my clit throbbing with need. “I… I don’t know.” I was acutely aware that the entire office was full of people, right outside these doors, and I felt weak with the humiliation of it. Could they hear us? Oh, God!
“Yes, you do. You’re going to get that tight little ass spanked hard until it’s bright red. But first you’re going to get fucked.”
Before I could respond, I heard the sound of his belt buckle, then his zipper. He positioned himself behind me, and I felt the hot, thick head of his cock pressing against my soaked entrance.
“Oh, God! Oh, my God,” I moaned, trying to push back against him.
He pushed forward slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching me open, inch by inch. I gasped as he filled me, and I couldn’t stop my pussy from clenching around him.
“Fuuuuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, pausing when he was halfway inside me. Then he gripped my hips and thrust forward, burying himself completely inside me with one powerful stroke.
“Aaahhnngg!” I cried out, my hands clutching the edge of the desk. He was so fucking big.
My mind raced to the last time I’d had sex, but it was so long ago that I’d forgotten what it had felt like to be filled like this. Besides, he was so much bigger than anyone I’d ever taken before that my pussy already ached from the very first stroke.
He held himself there, letting me adjust to his size. “You’re going to take your fucking like a good girl,” he crooned, his voice strained with pleasure. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my pussy already pulsing around him.
He began to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts that gradually increased in pace and force as his hand pressed down on my lower back. Each thrust pushed me harder against the desk, my breasts pressed against the wood, my nipples hard against the lace fabric of my bra, dragging back and forth across the desk. His powerful hips slapped against my bare ass, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet office.
“Look at you,” he sneered, one hand gripping my hip tightly. “Bent over my desk, skirt torn off, bare-assed, taking your boss’s cock like you were made for it.”
The crude words sent sparks of electricity shooting through me. I was so wet I could hear the obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me.
“Please,” I moaned, not even sure what I was begging for.
His hand came down on my ass with a loud smack.
“Please what?” he demanded.
“Please, sir,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
He spanked me again, the stinging pain mixing with the pleasure of his cock pounding into me. “You’re going to come for me, Avery. Right here over my desk. And then I’m going to keep fucking you until you can’t remember your own name.”
His rhythm became merciless, his cock hitting a spot inside me that made lights flash behind my eyelids. The desk creaked with the force of his thrusts, and I knew I’d have marks from where my hips pressed against the edge. Then one of his hands moved from my hip to the front of my body, sliding between me and the desk to find my clit. His fingers pressed against the swollen bud, circling it in time with his thrusts.
That was all it took.
My orgasm crashed over me with stunning force, my pussy clamping down tightly around his thrusting cock as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. I cried out, barely remembering to keep my voice down, my hands fisting so tightly my knuckles turned white.
“That’s it,” he urged, his fingers still working my clit, extending my pleasure. “Come all over my cock, dirty girl.”
The pulsing of my orgasm milked his hard length, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked me harder. The overstimulation made me gasp and whimper, my body trembling beneath him as he pounded into me even more roughly than before.
“Again,” he commanded, his fingers pressing more firmly on my clit. “Come for me again.”
I didn’t think I could, but my body betrayed me, responding to his dominance and the relentless stimulation. Another orgasm built quickly, more intense than the first, and when it hit me, I nearly screamed. My vision went white as my pussy spasmed around his thick cock, my entire body shaking with the force of it. He never stopped, his pace never faltered, even as my cunt clenched tightly around him.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice strained. “One more. I want to feel you come on my cock one more time before I fill this tight little pussy with my seed.”
I was lost in sensation, barely aware of anything but his cock stretching me, ruining me, his fingers on my clit, and the stinging heat of my spanked ass. The third orgasm built like a storm, dark and powerful, and when it broke, I shattered completely. My body convulsed with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. If I’d been standing, my knees would have given out.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”
His rhythm finally changed, becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, groaning as he came, his cock pulsing as he erupted deep inside me. I could feel the hot flood of his release filling me, marking me as his from the inside.
For long moments, we stayed like that—me bent over his desk, him still inside me, both of us breathing heavily. The only sounds were our ragged breaths and the faint hum of the air conditioning overhead.
Then he slowly withdrew, and I felt his cum begin to drip from my well-used pussy, running down my thighs. He reached for something on his desk, and I realized it was tissues as he gently cleaned between my legs, his touch almost tender now.
“Stay there,” he said softly, his hand running down my back. “Don’t move.”
I remained bent over the desk, my face flushed against the cool wood, still bare below the waist. I heard him step back, and then his voice was firm again.
“We’re not done yet, are we, naughty girl?”
My heart, which had just begun to slow, sped up again. “No, sir.”
“You still need to be punished for rolling your eyes at me.”
“I’ve never been spanked before, sir,” I whispered.
“You should know that it’s going to hurt, Miss Hale. I need to remind you to show proper respect to your boss.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Rowe,” I replied obediently, my voice small. I bit my lip and swayed from one foot to the other.
He stepped behind me again, and I braced myself. His hand came down on my already sensitive ass with a hard smack. I gasped at the sting, my hands gripping the edge of the desk. I went to push myself up, but his other hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, pinning me down.
“You’re not going anywhere, Avery. This perfect little ass is going to get spanked, really spanked. I want you to remember that your boss punished you for your sass every time you sit down today and that if you’re naughty, he won’t hesitate to do it again.”
“Yes, sir,” I cried, my voice trembling as the sting from his hand morphed into heat.
Another smack landed on my other cheek, harder this time. I yelped at the pain, my fingers digging into the wood. He didn’t pause, raining blows across my bare ass in a steady rhythm, each one harder than the last. The pain built with each smack, my skin growing hot and tender, but beneath the pain, a strange warmth spread through me, intensifying the lingering pleasure from my orgasms.
After perhaps twenty really stingy smacks, he paused, his hand gently rubbing my heated cheeks. “I’m proud of you, baby. You’re doing so well for me.”
I moaned, both from the tenderness of his touch on my sore ass and the praise in his voice. My pussy was still wet, still needy despite the punishment.
“Please, sir,” I whispered.
“Please what? Do you want more?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted honestly. “It hurts so much.”
“But you can take more, can’t you? For me?”
I nodded against the desk. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” His hand left my back, and I felt him reach for his belt. The sound of leather sliding through loops made my heart race. “This is going to hurt more, Avery. But you need this, don’t you? You need to know your boss will punish you when you’ve been naughty.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, tears pricking at my eyes from anticipation and my already scalded ass.
He folded his belt in half, the buckle clinking softly. “Hold onto the desk. Don’t let go. If you do, I’m going to have to start over and you’re not going to want that.”
My fingers gripped the edge of the desk more tightly, my body tensing. The first lash of the belt across my ass made me cry out, the pain much more intense than his hand, almost like an arc of fire spanning both cheeks. He didn’t wait, bringing the belt down again and again. Each stroke made me jump and gasp, my ass on fire now, the pain overwhelming me.
Tears slipped down my cheeks, though I tried to stay quiet. At some point, I lost count of the strokes, lost in the pain and the strange, shameful pleasure that accompanied it. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, the belt came up between my legs, the leather slapping against my wet pussy with a sound that made me gasp.
“Aiiyyy!” I cried out, the shock of pain and pleasure mixing in a confusing swirl.
Two more quick strikes landed on my sensitive pussy, each one making my clit throb and my pussy sting. Then the belt stopped, and I lay there trembling, my ass and pussy throbbing, tears streaming down my face. His hand was gentle as he rubbed my sore cheeks, the touch almost making me cry more from his tenderness after he punished me so harshly.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “All done now. You took that so well. You look so pretty with a bright red ass.”
I sniffled, trying to catch my breath. “Thank you, sir,” I whispered.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” His fingers slid between my legs, finding my still-wet pussy. “Still so wet. You liked being punished, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I admitted, shame and arousal warring within me.
He chuckled, the sound dark and pleased. “We’re not done, you know.”
I tensed. “We’re not?”
“No. You still have one more punishment coming, my little minx. I’ve spanked this pretty ass and taken care of this needy pussy, but there’s one place left that needs to learn a lesson.”
My breath caught as I realized what he meant. “Sir…?”
“You’re going to take my cock in that tight ass, and you’re going to thank me for teaching you what happens to naughty girls who roll their eyes at their boss.”
My heart pounded in my chest. I’d never done that before, never even considered it. The idea was shocking, but my body responded with a rush of arousal that surprised me.
“Please be gentle,” I mewled, half-terrified and half-excited. “I’ve never been fucked there before.”
“You don’t need gentle, Avery,” he whispered, his fingers sliding from my pussy to the small, untouched hole between my cheeks. “You need me to fuck that tight virgin bottom, and you need it to hurt.” A finger pressed against my asshole, making me gasp. “I’m going to stretch you wide with my thick cock, and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins.”
He walked over to the other side of his desk, opened a drawer and pulled out a small plastic bottle. He walked back around, stopped behind me for a long moment, and I fidgeted, nervously waiting for what came next. He spread my cheeks apart and held me open to his gaze for so long, I wanted to cringe from the embarrassment. Then I felt the cool drizzle of lube between them, his finger massaging the tight ring of muscle. I squirmed, the sensation strange and intense and entirely foreign. No one had ever touched me there before and it felt shameful and wrong, but with him, somehow right.
“Relax,” he commanded, pressing one finger slowly inside me. “This ass belongs to me now, just like the rest of you. If I decide to fuck it, you’ll take it like the good girl I know you are.”
The intrusion burned as he worked his finger into my virgin ass. It felt so different from when he’d touched my pussy—intense, full, and slightly uncomfortable. He moved slowly, letting me adjust, but the stretch was still shocking.
“Such a tight little hole,” he cooed, twisting his finger inside me. “We’re going to need to open you up more before my cock will fit.”
He added a second finger, and I whimpered at the increased stretch. The burn intensified, making me clench around him.
“Relax,” he repeated, his other hand stroking my back. “Breathe through it. You can take it.”
I focused on my breathing, trying to relax as he worked both fingers in and out of my ass, gradually increasing the pace. The discomfort began to mix with a fullness that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. After a few minutes, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling strangely bereft.
Then I heard the sound of him stroking his cock, and I knew what was coming for me. He positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock pressing against my lubed asshole and I stiffened, suddenly very anxious about him going inside me there.
“Push back against me,” he instructed. “Let me into your virgin ass. Don’t make me give you more of the belt, naughty girl.”
I did as he said, bearing down slightly as he pushed forward. The pressure was intense, the stretch and burn so much greater than with his fingers. It hurt so bad, I whimpered and cried, but I knew there was nothing I could do but take it. I gasped as the head of his cock finally slipped past the tight ring of muscle, the sensation hot and overwhelming and deeply arousing. My pussy fluttered around emptiness, and I felt my cheeks heat up as I thought about exactly where his cock was right now.
“Yes! Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, pausing to let me adjust. “Your perfect ass is squeezing me so tight.”
He pushed deeper, inch by excruciating inch, until I felt his hips flush against my sore cheeks. I was completely full, stuffed in a way I’d never experienced. The pain was intense, but beneath it, something else stirred—a dark, forbidden pleasure at being taken so completely, shamefully, and incredibly thoroughly.
“Oh, sir,” I gasped, my hands white-knuckled on the desk.
“I know, baby,” he murmured, running his hands up my back. “I know it’s a lot. But you’re going to take it all, and you’re going to come hard by the time I’m done with you, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned.
He began to move, pulling back slowly before pushing forward again. Each thrust sent a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure through me. My ass burned around his thick cock, but the fullness, the knowledge of what we were doing—me bent over my godfather’s desk getting my red-hot ass fucked after a real punishment spanking—sent waves of shameful arousal through me.
His pace gradually increased, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. The pain began to recede, replaced by a different sensation altogether, a deep, primal pleasure that made my pussy clench with need.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice strained with his own pleasure. “Make yourself come while I fuck this tight ass the way it deserves to be fucked.”
I moved one hand between my legs, finding my clit still swollen and sensitive. The first touch made me gasp, my body already on edge from everything else. As I circled my clit, the dual sensations of his cock in my ass and my fingers on my clit created a maelstrom of pleasure that surged through me like a tidal wave.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Come for me while I fuck your ass. Come for me, my good girl.”
The orgasm built quickly, different from the others, deeper and more intense. When it hit me, I screamed into the desk, my pussy pulsing as my ass clenched around his thrusting cock. The pleasure was almost painful in its intensity, my body shaking with the force of it. He fucked me through it, his pace relentless, and as my orgasm subsided, he kept going. My asshole pinched and burned and I cried out, but that only seemed to make him fuck me even harder.
“This is what happens to bad girls who sass their godfather,” he grumbled, his voice rough with exertion. “They get their tight little asses punishment fucked until they’re sore and worn out.”
Each thrust sent a new jolt of pain/pleasure through me, my body overwhelmed by sensation. I was crying openly now, tears of pleasure and pain mingling as he used my ass for his own enjoyment.
“You’re going to feel this every time you sit down for the rest of the day,” he growled. “Every time you shift in your chair, you’ll remember how I spanked you, belted you, and fucked this tight little ass until you couldn’t take anymore.”
“Please! Oh, please!” I cried, not even sure what I was begging for—for him to stop or to never stop.
He didn’t stop. Instead, he kept fucking me harder, his pelvis smacking against my sore ass cheeks, reigniting the sting from both his hand and his belt. He fucked me so long and so hard that even as I moaned and wept, I suddenly realized I was close to coming again. In that moment, I knew this next orgasm was going to be more painful than any of the ones before.
“It hurts,” I whined, digging my fingers into the desk.
“You will take what I give you,” he commanded, his voice strained as he rutted into me. “Come for me again, Avery. Show me how much you like having your ass punished by my cock.”
His words pushed me over the edge, and I came with a ragged cry that was half pleasure, half agony. My ass clamped down on his thrusting cock as my pussy contracted around nothing, waves of sensation crashing through me. He smacked my ass several more times, each one stinging more than the last. My orgasm compounded in on itself, and suddenly I was coming again.
“That’s it, Avery. Let me feel that tight little ass clench my cock as you come. Let me feel you come with me buried deep in this tight, hot, virgin hole.”
He kept fucking me through it all, prolonging my orgasm until I was practically sobbing from the intensity. Finally, with a deep groan, he thrust deep one last time and came, filling my ass with his hot cum. I felt the pulse of his cock, the warmth spreading inside me, claiming that last untouched part of me.
We stayed joined for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, my body trembling beneath him. When he finally withdrew, I whimpered at the empty feeling, feeling his cum begin to leak from my well-used hole. His hand traced the sensitive flesh of my ass, and I bit my lip, overwhelmed and sore, humiliated and completely spent.