Daddy’s Office Punishment (part 2)

“Do you have any idea what that mistake could cost this company?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Do you have any idea what it could cost me?”

“No, sir.”

A pause.  

Then, quieter, rougher:

“You’ve been careful for eleven months, Elena. Perfect posture. Perfect reports. Perfect little assistant who never once lets her eyes drop to my mouth when she thinks I’m not looking. But I see it. I’ve always seen it.”

My breath hitched.

His hand settled on the back of my neck, warm and heavy, not quite gripping.

“You’ve wanted this,” he said. “Haven’t you?”

The confession left me before I could stop it.  

“Yes.”

“How long?”

“Since the beginning. Since the first week. I try not to. I try so hard. But every time you stand behind me I get wet. Every time you say my name in that voice I feel it between my legs. I touch myself thinking about you and I still come up empty. I want—” My voice broke. “I want you to punish me for it. I want you to use me. I want to call you something I shouldn’t.”

The hand on my neck tightened just enough to make my pulse jump.

“Say it.”

I closed my eyes. The city lights blurred.

“Daddy.”

The word hung in the quiet office like a live wire.

Richard’s breath left him in a slow, controlled exhale. His other hand slid down my spine, over the curve of my ass, and then under my skirt. He found the soaked lace of my panties and groaned under his breath.

“Christ. You’re dripping. You’ve been sitting out there this wet for me while you ruined a multi-million-dollar deal?”

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t.” His fingers pressed against me through the fabric, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. “You’re going to take your punishment. And you’re going to thank me for every second of it.”

He hooked his fingers in the lace and dragged my panties down my thighs until they fell around my ankles. Cool air hit my exposed cunt. I was so wet it felt obscene.

Richard’s palm stroked over my bare ass once, almost thoughtful.  

Then it came down hard.

The sharp crack of skin on skin echoed through the office. I gasped, hands gripping the desk. Heat bloomed across my cheek.

“Count,” he ordered.

“One… Daddy.”

Another spank, harder.  

“Two, Daddy.”

He kept going, steady, measured, each one landing on the same burning skin until my ass was hot and stinging and my pussy was throbbing in time with the pain. By the tenth I was shaking, forehead nearly touching the desk, a continuous soft moan slipping out of me.

He stopped.  

His hand slid between my legs from behind and two thick fingers pushed into me without warning. I cried out. I was so wet there was almost no resistance, only a filthy, slick sound as he curled them inside me.

“This is what happens when you make costly mistakes,” he said against my ear, voice dark. “You get bent over my desk, panties around your ankles, and you take whatever Daddy decides to give you.”

“Yes—please—”

He fucked me with his fingers slowly, deeply, the wet noise of it obscenely loud in the quiet office. His other hand reached around and found my clit, rubbing tight circles until my knees threatened to buckle.

“You’ve been aching for this,” he murmured. “Walking around my office for months with a soaked cunt, calling me Mr. Langford while you imagined me doing exactly this.”

“I have,” I sobbed. “I’ve needed it so badly I can’t think straight anymore.”

He pulled his fingers out. I heard the sound of his belt. The zipper. Then the thick, hot weight of his cock dragged up the length of my dripping slit, coating itself in my wetness.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. Please punish me with your cock. I need it inside me — I need to feel you stretch me open while the whole city is right there on the other side of the glass. Please.”

He pushed in.

One long, relentless thrust that filled me completely. The stretch burned in the most perfect way. I moaned loud and broken, fingers clawing at the desk as he bottomed out and held himself there, letting me feel every thick inch.

“Fuck,” he growled. “This cunt is even tighter than I imagined. And it’s mine now. You understand?”

“Yes, Daddy — it’s yours — please move — please fuck me—”

He did.  

Deep, hard, measured strokes that made the wet slap of his hips against my stinging ass fill the office. Every thrust forced a moan out of me. The desk creaked. My tits pressed against the cold wood. Beyond the windows the city kept glittering, completely unaware that my stepfather was buried to the hilt in his assistant’s dripping pussy.

“Thank me,” he ordered, voice rough with restraint.

“Thank you—ahh—thank you for fucking me, Daddy—thank you for punishing me—”

He reached forward, fisted a hand in my hair, and pulled my head back so I was looking at our faint reflection in the dark glass. His cock driving into me. My mouth open on continuous moans. The desperate, shameless need written all over my face.

“Look at yourself,” he rasped. “Look at how filthy you are for me. Months of wanting and now you’re taking every inch like a perfect little slut. Come on my cock. Come while you’re bent over the desk you work at every day.”

The orgasm tore through me so hard my vision went white. I cried out, pussy clenching and pulsing around him, soaking his cock even more. Richard fucked me through it, never slowing, until I was trembling and oversensitive.

Only then did he bury himself deep with a low, guttural groan and come, thick, hot ropes flooding me in heavy pulses. He kept himself locked inside, grinding, making sure every drop stayed where he put it.

When he finally pulled out, a warm rush of cum followed, leaking down my thighs. He watched it for a moment, breathing hard, then gathered some on his fingers and brought them to my lips.

“Swallow.”

I did.

He turned me around gently, lifted my chin, and looked at me with eyes that still burned.

“This is only the beginning of your punishment, Elena. You’re going to stay late tomorrow night. And the night after that. And every night I decide you still owe me. Understand?”

I nodded, still shaking, still aching, still so desperately full of him that the thought of walking out of this office already felt like loss.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Outside, the rain kept falling.  

Inside, I stood there with my stepfather’s cum running down my legs, panties still around my ankles, and the terrible, beautiful knowledge that I would never be able to sit at that desk again without remembering exactly how thoroughly he had just claimed me.

And I already wanted more.