87 - Experimenting

Atlas straightened again, easing his weight off of Jia's back - just in time to deliver another sharp slap of his palm to her buttock. Once again, he groped it with a flex of his fingers, admiring the warmth that was starting to rise from her skin there, and he leaned back to look down and inspect it while she panted on the desk and let out a small, trailing moan at his rough handling.

Her hands were still bound behind her back with his tie, and he couldn't remember ever seeing anything so tempting, so divine. Her blouse was almost all the way off, hanging around her arms and bunched around her elbows and forearms. Her bra was somewhere in there, too, no doubt tangled in all the silk. If only he could flip her over and look at her from the front, see his come smeared over her chest and marking her as his, that alone might be enough to send him over the edge a second time.

He looked down when his cock twitched in renewed interest, and he was reminded that he was still o