I panted and nodded, but he couldn’t see it, so I said, “Yes, sir.”
His fingers entered me, which was a tight fit with the toy. He circled the digit inside me before he withdrew it and probed my asshole, now that it was lubed with my arousal.
“Please, please, please,” I whispered in sobs.
“Please? Please, that you want me to fuck your tight ass? Or please let you come?” Dimitri taunted with a smile in his voice.
He worked his finger deeper into my hole, and I stopped breathing when he added a second. I heard the crack first before I felt the sting on my ass cheek. “I asked you a question.”
“Please! Both! I want you to fuck my ass and make me come,” I cried out.
Dimitri spread my cheeks apart with his free hand while still thrusting his fingers in and out of me. I jolted when he pulled them out and replaced them with his mouth. His warm tongue swiped over my hole, and I had to hold back from coming. It felt so good when coupled with the vibrator.
“Fuck!” I screamed as I teetered over the edge and climaxed. Blood roared in my ears, and my entire body tingled like every nerve had little sparks shooting through them to the surface. “Dimitri! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
He leaned away and clicked his tongue. “Naughty girl.”
I peeked at him over my shoulder, my eyes half-hooded and my face on fire. Dimitri didn’t scowl at me—which scared me even more. Instead, he smirked at me as he unbuckled his pants and lowered his zipper. My mouth dried as he pulled out his hard cock and stroked it twice before he let go.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered again, but I wasn’t as apologetic as I should have been. Any punishment from Dimitri wouldn’t be that bad.
He hummed and chuckled as he grabbed something from a desk drawer. When he returned behind me, he opened a bottle of lube and poured some on his shaft, then on my asshole.
“I don’t think you are sorry. But you will be,” he said with a small smile that reminded me all too much of a wolf baring its teeth.
I braced myself as he grabbed my hips and raised my bottom. My breath caught in my throat as he nudged the tip of his erection outside of my tight hole and slowly pushed until it popped past the tight ring.
“You won’t come. Understand?” He groaned as he eased another inch inside me.
I frantically nodded and rested my forehead against my arms as I folded them beneath my face. Dimitri worked deeper into me. It would have been painful if it weren’t for the lube and the vibrator.
He paused, and I sighed, thankful I had taken all of him.
He chuckled behind me. “There’s more of me, sunshine. Are you ready?”
“There’s more?” I gasped and gritted my teeth.
Clicking his tongue, he grabbed my waist and slammed the last several inches of his cock inside me. I clenched my jaw and withheld from screaming so no one outside the office could hear.
“Remember what I said. You’re not allowed to come, or there will be consequences,” Dimitri warned. He didn’t give me any time to respond before he pulled back until only the tip of him was inside me. Then he plunged in. I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered as he pummeled into me, knocking my body forward on the desk with each hard thrust.
“You should see yourself, Emma,” Dimitri said through his teeth. “You should see how beautiful you look, taking my cock like you were made for me.”
Pleasure blinded me, and I couldn’t form any coherent thought. This man worked my body like he knew everything about me and had done this a million times. He went hard and fast, then slowed down, driving me mad with need. At some point, he clicked the remote, making the vibrations faster as though he were testing me to see if I would do as he said by not coming. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I babbled words I didn’t entirely hear or understand. All I could make out was me sayingpleaseandmore.
After what seemed like an eternity, his cock swelled in me, and he groaned. He fisted my hair and yanked me into an uncomfortable position where my pelvis was smashed against the corner of the desk. Dimitri grunted with each violent snap of his hips against my bottom.
“You want my cum in your ass?” he snarled. I nodded, and he laughed. “You’re not getting it.”
He shoved me back onto his desk with one more powerful thrust before pulling out of me. I yelped as he flipped me over, yanked my skirt down, and thrust my shirt and bra upward. Dimitri glared at me as he grabbed a Sharpie from the cup on his desk. He brought the pen to his mouth and pulled off the top before writing on my round stomach.
It took me a second to read the upside-down words, but when I did, a strange feeling coiled in my stomach. It wanted to be shame—it should have been shame—but all I could feel was even more turned on by the deprecation. He had scribbled CUM BUCKET and WHORE, all in bold, along with arrows pointing toward my pussy.
Tossing the Sharpie aside, he fisted his cock and began stroking it. He stared at me, his teeth clenched, and he groaned as his dick throbbed. Hot cum shot from the tip and landed on my stomach in huge globs.
My inner walls spasmed, and my clit pulsed as I neared my own orgasm. I held back and threw my head back, softly crying and trembling from the pain.
Dimitri breathlessly chuckled, and I cracked open my eyes. He grabbed baby wipes from a drawer and cleaned himself off before he tucked himself back into his pants. “Are you going to be a good girl now?”
