CH 6

He stood, jaw clenched, staring at me, almost as if unsure if he heard me correctly. Or maybe he was just giving me a minute to realize what I had said. I stood rooted to the spot of plush carpeting I was standing on. He smiled slowly. Wickedly. His large hands reached up and loosened the tie around his neck. As he stepped around the desk and walked toward me, he slid the tie from around his neck, wrapping it around his hands, never once breaking his intent gaze. The wolfish smile disappeared by the time he reached me. He stood close and walked around behind me. If I leaned back slightly we would be touching. He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear "that's what I hoped you'd say". My heart beat faster than I thought possible. I felt his lips brush my cheek, my neck. He ran his fingertips down my spine ever so softly. I wanted desperately for him to touch me harder, but knew this was part of the game. He wanted me to beg. I told myself I would refuse.
He stepped around to face me, his hands barely grazing my skin. He started at my collarbones, moving tortuously slowly down the center of my chest, then circling my breasts. My nipples, already hard, pushed against the restraining fabric of my blouse. I moaned in frustration, wanting him to touch my nipples. He just moved his hands lower, over my flat belly, to the top of my skirt. "Lower" I wanted to scream. But those stubborn hands just grazed my hips before leaving me. He stepped back and I immediately felt the loss of heat from his body.
"Undress" he said softly. As my hands reached for the buttons of their own accord, he whispered "slowly". I worked the buttons of my blouse loose, one by one, then pulled the silk away from my body as I turned my back to him. I unclasped my bra and let it slide from my shoulders. My back still to him. I reached for the zipper at the back of my skirt, pushed the fabric down my hips as I bent all the way over, exposing my pantyless ass for his view. I straightened and turned toward him slowly.
His eyes slowly roamed over my body like a caress. I wanted his hands to follow, then his mouth, but he just stood looking at me. I could see his erection straining against the zipper of his pants. I wanted to see him naked. To feel his skin under my hands, my mouth. God, why was he just looking? Suddenly he grabbed my hands and pulled me towards his desk. He bend me over the edge and pulled my arms behind my back. I felt the silk of his tie around my wrists as he bound them together behind me and the hardness of his dick brush against the back of my hands. His hands touched me everywhere, almost greedily. I heard him start to undress and wanted to watch. I tried to turn, but he shoved me back down. I felt the sharp sting of a slap across my ass, then the soothing caress of his hand follow. "Stay" he said. I heard more rustling of fabric then his hands found me again. I closed my eyes just wanting to feel everything even more. He teased my nipples into hard peaks and deftly moved his hands to my back. I felt his breath at my nape, then his kisses down my spine. His hands moved lower to my ass and I felt his fingers spread my cheeks and dip inside, down my cleft. I was dripping wet, wishing he would put his dick inside me, willing to settle for his fingers. I heard a soft groan, and realized it was me. His fingers found my clit and slowly stroked. I nearly bucked him off from just that soft touch. His left hand came up to the back of my neck and he pushed me down and held me, my face pushed into the brief he was reading earlier. Struggling was no use. I was burning with desire, needing release like I've never needed anything before in my life. His hand left my pussy and I felt another slap on my ass. Then another. After each sharp sting, he would rub his hand over the spot, soothing my raw skin. I felt exposed, my ass in the air, still being held down by him, but incredibly turned on. Finally, I whispered "please".
I could feel his hand still in mid swing. "Very good" he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. My pride ached more than my ass, but I didn't care. I felt his fingers slide down to my wet pussy again and he shove two fingers in me roughly, alternately pumping his fingers in and out and rubbing my clit with my own juices. I was so close to coming I started panting and moaning. His hand left the back of my neck and reached into my hair. He pulled my head back hard, my hair pulling against my scalp where his fist clenched my long tresses. I felt his hard dick against my ass and suddenly, finally he shoved inside my slick folds with a thrust. I heard his groan just under mine. With each thrust, I felt his body against my bound hands, my breasts rubbed against the top of the desk, and his glorious dick deep inside me pushing me to the breaking point. My pussy was tightening around him within seconds. I felt the first wave starting and screamed out as I came hard. His fingers unclenched the strands of hair he was holding, and moved down my back as he pulled out. I knew he didn't cum yet, his dick was drenched with my own wetness, but still amazingly hard. His left hand spread my ass cheeks and he slipped the fingers of his right hand into my pussy, then spread the wetness back up to my ass. I felt him wetting my anus, his fingers slowly pushing against my resistance. I heard him trying to soothe me with soft words, telling me to relax. My hands, still bound, pulled against the binding. I didn't know what to do. Do I stop him?
I felt one of his long fingers enter my ass and my pussy clenched. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to come again. I tried to relax as I felt another finger join the first. I felt him withdraw his fingers and replace his dick at my opening, probing slowly. It felt rough, but so good. He pushed inside me slowly, getting me used to his size. He picked up the pace pumping in and out of my ass, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit. I felt him straining, rubbing my clit faster, then I came again. My pussy clenched on emptiness, and my ass puckered, tightening around his dick. I felt him start to come and heard his soft groans grow louder. I felt boneless, the only thing holding me up was the desk underneath me. He withdrew slowly from my body, kissing my back, my shoulder, as he untied my hands. I felt pinpricks as blood rushed back into my fingers. "Get dressed", he murmured as he walked toward the bathroom. I looked at his retreating back. He never even got fully undressed.