Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,44

going to see. No one’s coming in. You’re safe, Thea. Well, comparatively so. I suppose that does depend on how far you decide to defy me.”

“I’m not defying you. I wouldn't. You know that. Please…”

He reached for her, cupped her chin in his hand. She went silent instantly, her expression calming at the contact.

“Let me worry, you just obey. Yes?”

Her nod was almost imperceptible, but enough. Her submission, given anyway, despite her fears.

“Lift your skirt, and bend over my desk then. Now please.”

Thea made no further protest, just edged around him and did exactly as he’d instructed. Tony watched as her beautiful bottom adorned his workspace, lifted and ready for him. He would enjoy punishing her later. But for now, he stepped forward and parted her buttocks with his hands.

She sighed and settled more comfortably on the desk, her body relaxing, becoming limp almost. Her hands were outstretched, gripping the opposite edge. As he stroked his fingers down the groove between her cheeks he watched her fingers loosen as she sank more deeply into her submissive haze. He was surprised, it usually required some serious attention with a flogger or paddle to get her to this point. On this occasion the pain had been mental, emotional, but she was coming through it, digging within herself to find the trust she needed in order to respond to him. He was not about to disappoint her.

He undid his trousers to release his cock, and sheathed himself fast. He stepped closer, tapping her bare feet with his leather-shod one to encourage her to widen her stance. Then he reached between her legs to stroke her pussy, from front to back. He took his time, allowing his fingertips to dip inside her entrance, and linger there. She was not exaggerating about her wetness. He smeared her juices across her arse, and considered fucking her there instead.

No, her pussy was drooling. She needed this. Using both hands now he parted the lips of her pussy and positioned his cock at her entrance. She rocked her hips slightly, pushing back against him. He tapped her bottom, a mild rebuke to remind her who was in control here. She lifted her bottom slightly, a silent plea, and went still.

Tony dislodged the clips holding her hair in place and unravelled her neat chignon. He spread her hair across his desk, then he pressed the head of his cock into her, and waited. She squeezed, tensing her inner muscles, her body shuddering with unmet need. He shifted and pressed forward again. A little more, another inch, then another. She was panting now, her eyes closed. He eased back, almost leaving her, then forward again. He repeated, a series of short, stabbing strokes, teasing, promising, tormenting. Her breath hitched, caught in her throat. She was desperate, needy, utterly his.

He plunged, sinking his solid erection right to the hilt. She let out a sharp cry, somewhere between shock and relief. He pulled back and drove into her again to set up a pounding rhythm. Her pussy tightened around him, he knew she was on the verge of coming. He hadn’t given permission, and he wondered if she would seek his consent. He’d say no, because she needed to be controlled right now. She craved his dominance and needed to please him, win his approval. For that he had to set her a challenge.

“Sir, I needed to orgasm.”

“No, Thea. Not yet.”

“Sir, yes! Now. I can't help it.”

“No. Wait.”

Her body was rigid, straining as her inner battle was played out. She was gripping the edge of the desk, her breath coming in short, staccato gasps. He slowed his thrusts, again opting for the short, rapid strokes which drove her into a frenzy of clenching. Her hips thrust back against him, but he didn't admonish her this time. She was trying to obey him, struggling to hold on to control of her response. He intended to test that control to the limit. Leaning over her slightly he reached around and under to lay his middle finger across her swollen clit.

She shook her head, her expression pleading now as she opened her eyes to look up at him over her shoulder. “Please Sir, don't. Don’t do that.”

“I’ll do what I want to you, Thea. You know that. You love it when I stroke your clit.”

“Sir, I can't take any more. Please let me come.”

“Soon. But first…”

He circled her clit with his finger, the caress slow, light, barely there. Thea whimpered, her cunt contracting hard around