Page 60 of Shifted Desire

My hand comes down with a crack on her ass cheek, making her gasp in shock.

“Sir!”

“Why are you walking around the office like a dirty slut, Samantha?” I growl.

“Oh gods,” she says, her face flushing to match the red handprint on her ass. “I can’t say it. It’s too embarrassing.”

Another spank, to the other side, a little harder.

“Ah, Sir!” She tries to sit up, but I pin her back in place with a hand on her lower back.

“Be a good girl and tell me why you’re so distracted,” I purr, kneading her sensitive flesh.

She whimpers. “It’s you, Sir.”

A smile curves my lips. “Oh? Are you telling me you’re making all these mistakes to get my attention? Flirting with the other men to try to get a rise out of me?”

“Y-yes, oh gods, I know I shouldn’t but I want you, Sir.”

A quiet growl rumbles in my throat. “What a naughty girl.” My fingers dip between her thighs, and I grow rock hard when I feel how soaked she is. “If I knew this slutty little pussy was so wet for me, I would’ve punished you sooner.”

She spreads her legs, begging me to touch her clit, and whines when I pull my hand away.

I let out a dark chuckle. “Bad girls don’t get rewards.” I spank her twice in quick succession, loving how the smear of her arousal shines on her reddened skin. “How many more do you need to learn your lesson?”

“At least ten, Sir,” Samantha breathes, her voice a little dreamy.

“We’ll do fifteen. Count them for me. If you need to stop, say red.”

We’ve already agreed on a safety system for our scenes, but I remind her all the same. While spankings are pretty damn tame for both of us, I refuse to cause her any actual harm if she falls too deep into character and forgets that she can stop things.

With my dick stiffening and body thrumming with increasing need as she counts each slap of my hand against her flesh, we fall seamlessly into a rhythm. Everything with Samantha feels so fucking easy, when I’m not torturing myself with the morality of our relationship. Being her dominant is as simple as breathing, and I know if we have more scenes at The Vault, submitting to herself will become just as second nature.

She’s gasping when we get to fifteen, her counting turned to barely comprehensible moans.

I soothe the bright red flesh of her ass when we’re done. “Such a good fucking girl. You took that so well.”

“Thank you,” she says on a shaky exhale.

“Did you learn your lesson?” I ask, sounding just as wrecked.

She looks at me over her shoulder, her lips twisting into a slight frown. “I think so…but I might need to be reminded again. It’s so hard when I’m around you. All I can think about is you having your way with me, Sir.” Her thighs part in invitation.

“What do you imagine me doing?” I rasp, hands already working on undoing my belt to free my aching length.

“Bending me over the desk like this and using me for your pleasure. Marking me and filling me up with your cum so I can feel it dripping down my thighs when I’m sitting at my desk.”

“Fucking hells, such a filthy slut, aren’t you?”

The red permanent marker catches my eye and I grab it. “You want me to mark you?”

Samantha’s eyes gleam with interest. She cants her hips back, displaying her ass. “Yes. Please. Mark me so I remember what a slut I am for you.”

My hands shake a little with excitement and adrenaline as I uncap the marker. She hisses when the firm felt tip meets her stinging, sensitive flesh, and I scrawl across her skin as neatly as possible.

When I see the bold red “SLUT” on her skin, a dark satisfaction pulses low in my gut. I wait for it to dry, then trace it with my fingers as she moans. With my free hand, I slip my fingers between her thighs and find her clit.

“Oh gods, yes,” she sighs, trembling under that touch, already so close to the edge.