Page 74 of Carter

His hand finds my other breast… my other nipple. He pinches that one, too, making a matching pulsation of pain and desire. The ruler comes down again, and I squeal. He says, “Punishment? I’m just having fun.”

I swallow hard. Twice.

He cups my breast and squeezes it until I’m whimpering. He says, “Do you really think you’d be getting away with your escapade with a few little smacks of a ruler on a panty-covered bottom?”

He’s behind me, leaning over my back, his chest brushing me as his mouth finds my ear. His voice is thick with desire, domination as he says, “No, my dear girl. Your punishment will be much, much worse than that.” His hand reaches down, around my side, finding my waist. Dipping into the front of my panties. Parting my slick folds and rubbing my swollen bud.

Warm, wet release begins to melt in my core.

I spread my legs. My head lolls back. My eyes closing.

He leaves my clit. Disappointment fills me.

He’s tugging at my panties, pulling them down. Over my hips, over my bottom. Leaving them stretched out around my thighs. The tight elastic digs into my flesh.

His hand is back. I give a sigh of relief to feel him on my begging, aching sex. A big finger slides within my pussy.

I’m panting, my fingertips clenching at the desk. There’s nothing to grab. I release a moan of pent-up frustration as his finger thrusts within me.

Once. Only once.

Then it’s gone.

And I know exactly where it’s heading.

I try to stay quiet but despite my best efforts, a mewing noise escapes my lips.

One gentle push and he’s in my ass.

Plunging and stretching.

Milking the shame from me. Drawing the flush from my cheeks to between my legs.

My head bows, my fingers stretching out and spreading against the smooth wood as I focus on his words.

I feel his unshaven stubble brush against my cheek. His breath is hot in my ear. He says, “Baby girl, it’s my job to make sure that you understand something. You are never,” the intruder pushes further in and I gasp, “ever,” another shove and he’s impossibly far inside, “to leave me again.”

Now his finger is deep within my bottom. He curves the rest of his hand so that it is cupping what he can grab of my ass. Squeezing possessively as I rise further on my toes. My hipbones press against the hard edge of the desk.

“Yes, sir! I promise it won’t happen again.”

“I know. Because I’m going to punish you until you know you’re mine. Forever.”

My knees are shaky as he pulls my panties down my legs and drops them onto the floor. “But now, I’m going to take you over my desk. So every time I sit down to do my work, I’ll think of my wife’s sweet little cunny.”

Before I can speak, I feel him duck down behind me. I peek over my shoulder and find him kneeling on the floor. I turn back around and squeeze my eyes shut as I feel his fingers parting my ass.

His face is suddenly behind, buried between my legs, his hot breath caressing my sex. Then his mouth is sucking on my pussy. Hot and wet. I cry out and spread my legs further. Press my chest down harder onto the desk, stretching my upper body out as far as possible. I stand higher on my toes, giving him easier access to pleasure me.

I think I’m going to come.

I whine as his mouth caresses my pussy from behind. His tongue is darting within me. His hands are clutching my ass cheeks, holding them apart. He’s licking and sucking, and my mind goes blank. I can think of nothing but the bruising of my flesh where he’s grabbing me and his hot, wet mouth on me.

I feel the orgasm beginning in my core. Tightening⁠—

He’s gone.

I cry out in protest. I hear the squeak of the wheels of his desk chair. He drops down into the seat.