“There’s not a lot of forgiveness in me. I can accept that this was a mistake you paid for, but if it happens again, I’ll lock my door when I slam it in your face.” He pulled me back up so that I was laying across both of his thighs.
“It won’t happen again, I promise.” I looked over my shoulder and showed him the sorrow on my face.
“Come here.” He scooped me in his arms and pull me tight against his chest. “I’m growing very fond of you, Bethany. Please don’t make me regret that.”
“I won’t—never again.” I pushed my face into his shoulder and felt a few more tears start to roll from my eyes, soaking into his shirt.
It was the truth. I had seen the error of my ways and the horrors of my mistake. I cared about Anton a whole lot more than I should have considering we had only known each other a short time. The feeling that coursed through me when he slammed his door was one I didn’t want to feel again. The emptiness wasn’t something I could fill up with someone else. His hands that had been as hard as his paddle when he used them to punish me turned to velvet as he stroked my hair and squeezed me tight. My punishment wasn’t completely over. There was still more that he intended to do to me and I wasn’t sure if I would enjoy it or not. The thought of having his cock inside of me made me tingle with desire, but I had never really considered anal sex. He held me until my emotions were spent and then he lowered me to the floor until my feet were touching the tile. He pushed me face first onto the desk and his hands grasped my punished ass, which burned underneath his touch.
“This is going to be even tighter than your pussy.” I felt his breath on my anus and then his tongue flicked against it.
His tongue moved in a circle around my tight, untouched hole. I wasn’t sure what to make of the sensation at first, but after a few seconds it started to send tingles of pleasure through my body. The nerves were stimulated and brought to life as his tongue continued to saturate my asshole with his saliva. I wasn’t sure it was going to be punishment after all. I moaned and gripped the desk when his fingers slid between my thighs. One of them pressed against my pussy and went into it, twisting and turning with several thrusts. I thought he was going to give me the pleasure I craved, but then I felt the finger being removed and dragged along the skin between my pussy and anus. The saturated finger was plunged into my anus, penetrating me quickly. The lubrication from my lust let it go into me fast and it hurt when the hole was stretched. He drove it into me several times before licking around the circumference again while it was buried inside my anus. He started pumping his finger, pulling it out and shoving it in over and over while the feeling brought sensations I had never felt before.
“You like that don’t you? You like having your asshole teased.” He pushed his finger again as I moaned.
“Yes,” I nodded quickly and then paused when I felt a second finger next to the first one.
The feeling was nearly as rewarding as what I felt when he was inside my pussy, but it wasn’t exactly punishment. He started working his second finger into me until it had joined the first one and my anus was stretched even wider. His saliva ran down the edge of my anus and provided more lubrication for his finger as the thrusts got faster. Two fingers hurt and stretched me so much that I was in a place between pleasure and pain. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like when he put his cock in my tightest hole. He worked his fingers inside me until they were moving effortlessly while his tongue continued to caress the outer circle of my anus. My body was writhing against the desk, completely overwhelmed with the pleasure he was bringing. He slowed his thrusts down and I felt his tongue retreat. He put both hands on my ass and stood, pressing down on the punished flesh. The sound of his zipper echoed through the office as it was pushed down. I felt his weight against me and then his cock pressed on my anus.
“Beg for it.” He brought his hand down hard on my ass.
“Please...” I reached back and put my hands on my ass, pulling it apart and pushing against his cock. “Please give it to me.”
Fear engulfed me as I begged to have my asshole fucked. I needed to be submissive to him. I needed to show him that I regretted my betrayal and my attempt at blackmail. I hoped he would see that I was doing my best to repair the damage I had done and take the punishment he thought I deserved. I would let him use my body for pleasure, even if I didn’t get what I craved most. My pussy was on fire with lust to have him inside me, but I knew my asshole was all he wanted. Giving it to him would ensure that I felt him inside my pussy again in the future—denying him his prize would put me outside his office with a door slammed in my face. The glans pressed against my anus and began to stretch it as he pushed into the saliva coated hole he had created for his pleasure. He slid a couple of inches in and I pulled my hands away, gripping the wooden desk with my nails. The pressure from being stretched gave way to pain as he pushed himself deeper.
“This tight hole is going to make me cum so hard.” He grunted as he pulled back and pushed himself into me again.
He kept pushing himself into me as I held onto the desk. The pain from being stretched was more intense than what I felt when he took my virginity, but it was different. His cock didn’t ignite my pleasure like it did when he was inside my pussy. He pulled back after pushing several more inches inside me and thrust a little harder. I felt a brief sensation of pleasure from being rocked against the desk, but then it faded when he started to push his cock in deeper. If the resistance was any indication of the tightness he was feeling, then I knew his gasps of excitement were authentic. He continued pulling back and thrusting, driving his dick a little further with each insertion until I finally felt his pelvis against my ass. The warmth of the spanking was still present and I could feel the heat radiating against him. He kept his cock buried deep for a few seconds, delivering softer thrusts that allowed me to finally adjust to the feeling of his cock inside my tightest hole.
“This feels really good.” He gasped and started to pick up the pace.
I remained bent over the desk as the speed intensified, giving him pleasure with my body even though I wasn’t feeling anything more than pressure and mild discomfort. After a few dozen thrusts, I started to feel something different. My body finally relaxed and I was no longer being stretched with every thrust. The speed of his thrusts made my ass clench against him and the faster he got, the more it started to feel good. It was a dull sensation at first with the thrusts vibrating down into my pussy, but once he was going full speed and hammering himself into my ass, I felt pleasure surging through my body. It wasn’t as powerful as feeling him inside my pussy, but the stimulation was still there and it was a slow build that teased me. I started pushing my hips back against him, trying to keep the sensation going. He could feel it as well and although he didn’t set out to make me cum, there was no way that I was going to be able to hold back if he kept it up.
“Harder...” I moaned and started to breathe heavier. “You’re gonna make me cum!”
He shifted his weight until he was directly against my ass and started to drive his cock into me so hard that the desk was tilting forward with every thrust. Papers were sent flying into the air. His nameplate hit the floor and a second later his coffee cup joined it and shattered against the tile. He didn’t seem to care. He just fucked me harder as everything on the desk got thrown off and the drawers even started to open and slam shut with the power of his thrusts. Pleasure surged through my body as he crashed into me and kept his cock driven deep. I started to feel him throb inside my ass, followed by several pulsations. He growled as he moaned and I could tell he was close. I was right there with him, hovering so close to an orgasm that I could feel my hairs standing on end. His thrusts started to get more erratic and then I felt my muscles tense. A second later they were starting to spasm as I felt the orgasm rush out of me. My anus spasmed on his cock and I felt him go deep. A torrent of cum rushed from his dick and I could feel it surging through the shaft before it was unloaded inside me. He continued to hammer his cock into me as he released all of his seed while I orgasmed. He didn’t stop until he was spent and my body finally relaxed from the intensity of my orgasm.
“I got to cum after all.” I looked over my shoulder and smiled.
“I guess I’m just that good.” He slowly removed his cock from my ass and wrapped his arms around me. I lifted up and we sank down into his chair tangled up in our embrace.
“So you forgive me for trying to blackmail you?” I leaned against his shoulder as he held me tight in his arms.
“I’ll let it go this time, but I’m not the kind of man that gives second chances.” He traced my body with his fingers. “I have to know I can trust you, otherwise this isn’t going to work at all.”
“I know. It was stupid.” I closed my eyes and felt the afterglow of my orgasm settling into my veins.
We stayed there together with our lips casually touching for a kiss throughout the remainder of the day as the sun went down. We didn’t need words. Our souls were connected and we were able to communicate with nothing more than a touch. There were things inside of me that I didn’t understand, feelings that had never managed to surface before that suddenly manifested. I wanted to be close to him—I didn’t want to be anywhere else. When it was finally time to go, the sting of being separated from his touch hurt more than the entire time I spent over his knee. He walked me to the door of the school and we kissed one last time before it was time for me to go. I could have stood in that doorway with his lips crushing mine until the sun came up again, but I knew my mother would lose her mind if I didn’t come home. I left the school with a smile on my face even as the heaviness in my heart ached in my chest.
Chapter 13: Anton
I’ve never been in love. I’ve held a lot of women that said they were, but the emotional connection was never formed with me. Bethany danced in my thoughts even when we weren’t together. My reaction to her attempted betrayal had been out of character for me, as was my decision to give her another chance. I told her I didn’t give second chances and that was true, but the reality was that I normally didn’t even give people a first chance. I kept myself guarded from things that could hurt me because it was easier that way. I opened myself up to Bethany—I gave her the power to hurt me. The way I felt after I thought she was throwing away what we were building for something as foolish as blackmail made that clear in my mind. I had no idea what it was about Bethany that brought things I thought would never exist within me to the surface and burned brighter than anything else had burned before. She was all I thought about as I finished up at the office and when I got back to Sloane’s house, she was still on my mind.
“You wor
k later than I ever did.” My brother’s voice came from the kitchen when I walked through the front door.