Page 40 of Dangerous Games of Trust
He reaches out and brushes my chin, wiping away the mess he left in a way that tells me I didn’t quite do what he asked of me. I didn’t swallow all of him. Fuck. “You still have so much to learn.” His words hold an edge of disappointment, and I know I’ve fucked up.
His hands come to mine sweetly, and he helps me up to standing. “Get that sexy-as-fuck dress off and lean over my desk,” he growls out.
A shiver runs over me, a thrill of excitement and anticipation I don’t understand. I didn’t do exactly what he said and now he’s going to punish me. And my desperate body is excited for it.
I watch, a little disappointed, as he fixes his pants back in place. I wanted him to fuck me. “Now, Red!” He stands, towering over me, forcing me to stare up at him.
Fuck. That wicked gleam in his eyes tells me he’s going to enjoy this way too much. I unzip my dress and slip it over my head, placing it over a spare office chair. I turn back to him in just my black lace panties and bra.
He tilts his head toward his desk, and I wonder where I’m supposed to lean over. There is a keyboard in the center andstacks of paper to either side. But as I’m thinking it, he shoves his keyboard aside and pats the middle of his desk, inviting me.
Tentatively I lean over the desk, my ass facing him. He runs a hand over each cheek, letting out a groan. “Your skin is so fucking milky, I bet you mark beautifully.”
My pussy clenches. I have no idea why, but I’m so fucking turned on with his hands touching me so lightly with a promise of what’s to come.
He moves my face, positioning my long hair over my shoulder and out of my way so I’m looking directly at him. “Keep your eyes on me,” he demands, running the belt through his fingers. “You remember your safe word?”
“Ian,” I squeak, not able to find other words.
All I can do is stare at him. He’s gorgeous like this, in control and showing off so much power in his dark shirt rolled up at the sleeves and tailored pants. His lips twitch up at the sides. “Count with me. You will receive five swats with my belt: two for using your hands when I told you not to, and three for not swallowing all of my release.”
Jesus! What was my safe word again?
Whack. The first one cracks down on my left cheek, and I flinch. I knew it was going to happen, but the overwhelming sting is still a surprise.
Fuck. My eyes water instantly.
“I can’t hear you,” he says, rubbing my ass where the belt mark is still stinging like a bitch.
And I remember I’m supposed to be counting. “One,” I whimper.
Whack!This time he moves his belt to the other cheek.
I have to bite my lip to stop from crying out. “Two,” I mutter before he can ask me again.
“Good girl.” He whacks me again quickly on each cheek, but not as hard this time, more of a swat.
“Three, four,” I cry, tears now streaming down my cheeks. This is harder than I expected. My eyes close as I try and block out the throbbing pain now radiating off my ass cheeks.
“One more, beautiful, look at me.” I flick my eyes open, staring at him, the intensity in his eyes going right through to my soul. This is Geovani at his best, playing with pain. This is what really makes him tick, and I knew it already but seeing it is a lot. His hand massages lightly over my ass cheeks. “You are so fucking perfect, Harley.” He cracks the belt over my ass again, and this time I cry out, the burn of the belt too much to take.
He leans over me, his lips meeting mine and covering the sobs wracking through me with his kiss. I grab hold of his neck, needing his love, needing the softer side of him after what he just did to me. He kisses me back with so much intensity. I feel like I just survived a test of sorts. Before I have had enough, he moves away from me again. His knees get in between my legs and knocks them out wider. And before I know what’s happening, his fingers are deep inside of my pussy, sending a wave of pleasure through me I have never experienced before. It’s like I’m alive for the first time. The mixture of pleasure and pain is unlike anything else I have ever felt. My moans and pleas for more fill the room.
“So, fucking wet for me, Red. See how much you like me taking control of your body and using you for my own pleasure.”
I can’t deny it. I’m dripping wet and even I don’t understand why.
His other hand runs over my sore ass. “You marked so beautifully for me. I might just let you cum after all.”
“Please,” I cry, so desperate I’m shivering.
“That’s it, Red, beg me.”
“I need to cum.” The words tremble out, all breathy and desperate. “Please, Geo, let me.”
I look over my shoulder to see his pants drop to the floor, his massive cock hard and throbbing with need. “Fuck,” I mutter, a wave of trepidation coming over me.
He spreads my legs wider with his feet, knocking me off balance. I grip the edge of his desk for support to prevent me flying across the office. I feel him at my entrance, and he wastes no time filling me in one sharp thrust.
