Chapter 9: Office Punishment

Warning: Degrading Kink. Read Carefully and responsibly. If anything isn't your type or triggers you. Take a break and then read if comfortable.

SAESHA POV

The office still smells like sex. The rug is ruined. Papers are scattered. My body aches from the way he used me over the desk during his meeting.

But Veeraj isn’t satisfied.

He never is.

He paces behind the desk now, shirt half open, belt hanging loose, his dark eyes locked on me where I kneel on the floor. My wrists are still bound, the silk tie biting into my skin. My hair’s a mess, my lips swollen, my thighs sticky.

I should be embarrassed. But I’m not. I’m dripping. I want more.

And he knows it.

“That look,” he mutters, low and dangerous. “You came too easily, Principessa. You enjoyed it too much.”

My heart pounds. I swallow, whispering, “I couldn’t help it.”

He smirks, cruel and cold. “That’s why you need to be punished.”

Heat flares through me—fear, lust, the kind of thrill I can’t deny.

He grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “You’ll take what I give you. No complaints. No stopping. You’ll come until you can’t anymore. Until you’re crying. Until your pussy learns who it belongs to.”

My breath hitches. “Yours.”

“That’s right.”

He drags me up by the tie, shoving me back against the desk. My bound wrists land hard on the wood. He pushes me down flat, spreading my legs with one rough knee.

“You thought riding me in the bathtub made you bold,” he growls, ripping my panties the rest of the way off. “You thought bouncing on Daddy’s cock meant you were in charge.”

I whimper as his hand smacks my pussy, sharp and hot. The sound echoes through the room.

“Who’s in charge, Saesha?”

“You,” I gasp.

Another smack. Harder. “Say it properly.”

“You, Daddy!”

“Good girl.”

He shoves two fingers inside me without warning. I moan, writhing against the desk, my bound wrists useless. His other hand presses down on my back, pinning me. He fucks me with his fingers ruthlessly, fast and deep, curling against my spot until my knees shake.

“You’re already soaked,” he snarls. “Pathetic little slut. Do you like being punished?”

“Yes,” I sob.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

He pulls his fingers out. I cry at the emptiness. But before I can breathe, he replaces them with his cock. One brutal thrust and I’m split open again, stuffed full, pinned against the desk while he slams into me.

The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, wet and obscene. My screams bounce off the walls.

He grabs my bound wrists and yanks them higher up my back, forcing me to arch. “Stay still. Take it.”

I bite down on the desk edge, muffling the scream as he drives deeper, harder. My body clenches, too sensitive, too raw from everything before.

“I can’t—”

“You can. And you will.” His hips snap mercilessly, cock dragging through me, battering me into submission. “You’ll come until you break. That’s your punishment.”

My orgasm rips through me too soon, violent and hot. I cry out, trembling, spasming around him.

But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps going, pounding into me, his growls vibrating in my ear.

“One,” he grits. “That’s one. Count them.”

Tears streak my cheeks. “One…”

He fucks me harder, his pace brutal, relentless. My clit rubs against the desk edge, sending sparks through me. Another orgasm builds immediately, unwanted, unstoppable.

I scream, convulsing again.

“Two,” he growls.

“Two!” I sob, my body jerking.

He pulls out suddenly, flipping me onto my back. My wrists are still bound, useless. He spreads my legs wide and thrusts back in, slamming deep, making me cry out all over again.

“Look at me when you come,” he snarls. “I want to see it.”

My eyes roll back as another wave hits me, tearing through me like lightning. I scream his name.

“Three,” he says, grinning like the devil.

I’m shaking, broken, begging. “Please, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He grips my throat, not cutting off my air, just holding, reminding me who owns me. “You’ll take every orgasm I drag out of you. You’ll drown on Daddy’s cock until you can’t speak.”

The overstimulation burns. My clit throbs, my pussy clutches him painfully tight. Every thrust makes me gush, makes me wetter, makes me collapse further into madness.

“Four,” he growls as I scream again, body convulsing.

Tears blur my vision. I’m cockdrunk, destroyed, my voice wrecked. But I don’t want him to stop.

“You’re shaking like a whore,” he spits, his thrusts savage. “And you love it.”

“Yes,” I sob, my voice hoarse. “I love it. Daddy, I love it!”

His laugh is pure sin. “Good girl. Take five.”

He fucks me harder, faster, pounding into me until the desk creaks under us. My orgasm tears me apart again, my scream raw, throat burning. My whole body convulses, legs thrashing, wrists straining against the tie.

“Five,” he snarls.

I collapse back, sobbing, shaking, ruined.

But he doesn’t stop.

He pushes deeper, holding me down, growling in my ear. “You’re not done until I say. You’re my slut, my fucktoy, my possession. And I’ll break you as many times as I want.”

My pussy clenches again, unbelievably, pulling another climax from me.

“Six,” he says, almost tender now, his cock twitching inside me.

His groan fills the room as he spills deep inside, hot and endless, painting me full until I feel it leaking down my thighs.

I collapse, trembling, sobbing, ruined. My wrists ache, my throat burns, my body is wrecked.

He unties me at last, but only to drag me onto his lap, still inside me, still holding me tight.

“You did well, Principessa,” he murmurs, voice raw. “But don’t forget—punishment’s always waiting if you get greedy again.”

I bury my face in his chest, broken, cockdrunk, but smiling. Because I know I’ll let him punish me again. And again. And again.

End of Chapter 9