THE CEO'S PUNISHMENT (2)

My breath hitched. I fumbled with the zipper at the back of my skirt, the silk blouse shifting against my damp skin as heat flooded me with humiliation. But I obeyed. I always did.

The skirt slid down my legs, pooling at my heels. I stepped out of it and Marcus titled his head towards the table. I swallowed, placing my ass on the cold wooden table.

I spread my wet thighs slowly, my dripping lace panties squelching with the vibrator still humming inside of me. His gaze burned me as I watched his eyes trailed down to my throbbing hole.

“Look at how soaking wet you are down there. Your pussy must’ve really enjoyed the toy so much.”

His fingers brushed over my panties grazing my clit and an acute feeling of pleasure jolted up my spine. I arched my back, my hips moving forward as if begging him to touch me more.

“You failed again today Clara, it seems you must really enjoy these punishments.”

“I’m sorry sir,” I shuddered.

He leaned in, his lips at my ear. “Sorry isn’t enough, you’ll be corrected.”

My breath shuddered out. I wanted to resist, to fight but the truth was the word punishment sent lightning through my veins.

Marcus made deliberate movements to a nearby desk, pulling open a drawer and returning with a black leather belt, coiled neatly in his large hand.

My knees nearly gave away.

“Bend over the desk.”

I hesitated, only for a millisecond before moving, pressing my palms flat against the polished wooden table. My back was arched, my hair falling loosely around my face. My blouse stretched tight across my back, my lace panties on full display.

He stood behind me, the heat radiating from him made my whole body shudder.

Then

Crack

The belt came down across the curve of my ass, the sharp sting prompting a gasp from my lips.

“One,” He said, voice almost too calm.

The next strike landed lower, making me jolt against the desk.

“Two

Heat spread where the leather had kissed my skin and the hot bloom of pain ignited a delicious feeling inside of me. He kept going, slow, intentional. He counted each stroke, forcing me to keep track, forcing me to endure.

By the sixth strike my thighs trembled, the toy inside of me throbbing in sync with my ass. Whimpers escaped my lips.

My eyes travelled to the glass door. Someone could easily see me in such a humiliating state, but the thought of that sent a thrill down my spine.

Marcus paused for a moment. I felt him move closer to me until his groin pressed again my ass. The feel of his hard cock pressing against my wet hole through the fabric of my panties caused a moan to spew from my lips.

His hands carefully trailed to my neck, grabbing it tightly as he brushed his lips against my ear.

“Do not forgot who owns you, whose orders you obey,” He whispered.

I shuddered. How could I forget? From the moment I had caused this enterprise to loose a couple of millions because of an innocent mistake, I had signed over my entire being to him. Marcus didn’t fire me like any normal person would. Instead, I signed a contract, stating that I was now his property.

He slowly withdrew from me, and the empty feeling left me craving for something more.

“Stay,” He ordered.

I gripped the edge of the desk, as he stepped closer again. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of my panties, tugging them down to my knee. The cool air against my bare pussy made me shiver.

He tugged the vibrator out of me with a one sharp gesture. I gasped, clenching from the feeling of sudden emptiness. Before I could recover, he pressed a dildo against the entrance of my pussy, taking it up to my clit and teasing me before taking it back down. He teased my soaked entrance, the swollen flesh that was already dripping from his torment.

“You’ve been really disobedient,” He said softly, running the toy along my folds. “And I don’t tolerate disobedience.”

Then, he pushed it inside of me.

A broken moan escaped my lips as the dildo filled me too quickly and took deeply. I gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white.

He did stop. He thrust it harder, deeper until my back arched due to the pleasure running through my entire body. Each thrust drove the breath from my lungs, leaving me with soundless gasps.

“Look at you,” He scoffed. “So desperate you can’t keep still.”

I wanted to deny it, but the words were stuck in my throat. Each thrust made my body defy me.

“Please,” I broke off, not sure what I was begging for. Release? Mercy? More?

He stopped moving the toy instantly, leaving me writhing, clenching around the fullness that no longer moved.

“Please what?” His tone darkened.

“Please sir,” I cooed, “Don’t stop.”

He smirked, satisfied before resuming. He was slower this time, each stroke dragging against my nerves, keeping me on the edge of need and yearning.

I whimpered, my body an ocean of ecstasy.

Then, he pulled the toy out entirely, leaving me gasping.

“Turn over.”

Like an obedient dog, I rolled over to my back, my mind a mess. He spread me easily, slipping the dildo back inside of my wet pussy. The angle was deeper, making me cry out into the air.

“Count,” He ordered, thrusting sharply.

“O-One,” I moaned.

The next push drove a quiver through me. “Two,”

He fucked me with the dildo, in steady strokes. When I reached ten, my body was a quivering mess.

“You want to come?” He muttered into my ear, pressing me harder into the desk.

“Yes sir,” I sobbed.

He moved faster and I could feel myself reeling over the edge. But at that moment, he stopped completely.

“You don’t get to,” He grinned.

A strangled whimper tore through my lips. I was aching, burning for release.

“You will stay like this,” He continued, pulling the toy out of me slowly. He held it up for me to see, his expression unreadable. “Until I say otherwise.”

I bit my inner lips, my eyes burning with tears.

“Say it, who do you belong to?”

“I...belong to you sir,” I whispered, voice shuddering.

His hands smoothed over my hair, a smirk on his lips.

“Good girl.”