She wore a tight-fitting pink button-down shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt, and high black pumps. A little more dressy than the other times she’d come by the parlor.
“Take off your clothes, Maggie,” he said. He was rock hard now; what the hell was he going to do when she was naked? Bent over? Across his lap? Christ!
Her hands began to move. He remained silent as she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, eventually getting it open and slipping it off. Without stopping, she moved to unzip her skirt. Slipping off her shoes, she pulled the skirt off and straightened. She stood there in the same pale pink lace bra she’d worn the other day. Her panties matched the bra.
His gaze swept her body. Thin; tanned skin. Small breasts, but he was more of an ass man anyway. Her nipples were dark and hard through the fabric of the lace. The belly piercing looked good. She was taking care of it.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he said, hearing the hoarseness of his own voice.
She glanced down to where his pants were stretched tight over his erection. He was a big guy, eight inches and thick. He imagined her expression once he pulled his cock out of his pants, which he’d have to do soon.
Reaching back, she unhooked her bra. Then, one shoulder at a time, she slipped it off and tossed it aside. Looking a little cocky, she hooked her thumbs through the side straps of her pink panties and slowly took them down until she could step out of them. She then stood and, without shame, met Anthony’s eyes.
So maybe she wasn’t as naïve and innocent as she’d led him to believe. But if she thought she was gaining the upper hand, she had another thing coming.
Anthony took his time as he studied her body. The small slit of her pussy was bare and he wondered if she was waxed in the back as well. He’d find out soon enough. He let his gaze sweep along her slender, muscled thighs. Long legs for her small build.
Time for his favorite part with any first-time sub.
His gaze met hers. “Turn around.”
The struggle behind her eyes began. She clenched her fists as her face reddened and the green of her eyes turned just a little darker. She swallowed, gritted and relaxed her teeth.
God he loved this.
“Maggie?” he asked, trying to keep from grinning ear to ear.
She focused her eyes on a spot just above his head.
“Turn around, spread your legs wide and bend over.”
After a moment, she turned. Christ, her ass! Narrow shoulders, a tiny waist and a gorgeous, full, round ass. Completely unmarked. He could barely stand it when she moved, slowly bending over, reaching down to touch her toes.
“Wider,” he said harshly, although inside he was melting at the sight of her. She obeyed his command and spread her legs farther apart. She was waxed bare front to back. He could see the soft, wet pink of her pussy lips. Her thighs were moist; she was wet. He thought if he touched her even for a moment, she’d come.
Anthony stood, repositioning his thick cock, and stepped behind her.
“Did you like stripping for me, Maggie?” he asked, caressing the smooth skin of her ass. Placing his hands on either side, he spread her cheeks apart. “You’re so wet that I think you did.”
She made a sound and her body tensed but she didn’t move to rise.
“I like to see you like this and I want to touch you.” His voice was hoarse to his own ears. “May I?” He needed to ask permission, for now. He wanted her to feel safe, to trust him. She would give herself fully only if she trusted him.
“Yes, Sir.” It was barely a whisper.
His fingers moved underneath her to find first her clit and then, with the lightest touch, he slipped them between the lips of her pussy to the soaking crevice. He inserted a finger easily and slowly drew it out, repeating the motion several times. She didn’t make a sound and he was fairly sure she’d stopped breathing.
He then slid the damp digit up the cleft between her ass cheeks and to her anus. His finger traced circles around the tight ring before testing the entrance.
This time, she moaned.
Smiling, Anthony withdrew. She gasped at the loss but at least she’d begun to draw breath.
“Stand up, Maggie, and answer my previous question. Did you like stripping for me?”
She did as he said. Her face was flushed red and her eyes had that soft look of arousal. “Yes.”
“Maggie, please address me correctly.”
She met his eyes. “Sir. I liked stripping for you, Sir. But then after…”
He waited, but when she didn’t continue, he said, “Go on, Maggie. Just talk. It turns me on.”
As she could obviously see.
“Stripping was OK, but bending over, letting you see me…like that…”
“You’ve earned five additional strokes for the lack of proper address.”
“Sir!” she quickly interjected.
“How many men have you fucked?”
“Just my ex and two boyfriends, Sir.”
“Vanilla sex?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What was hard about bending over and showing yourself to me?”
“I...it made me feel...exposed. Like what I imagine this is all about: submission. Like when I call you Sir. Sir,” she emphasized that one.
“Do you like the feeling?”
She began, “I—”
But he interrupted. “Think about your answer first. Truth builds trust. If this is going to work, there has to be only truth between us.” Tonight’s spanking was just the beginning of his plans for Maggie.
She took some time. “I guess I do, Sir.”
He moved to sit behind his desk. “Come here, Maggie; it’s time for your spanking.”
She moved hesitantly toward him.
“Is it going to hurt? Sir?” she asked.
Anthony reached up and pulled her over his lap.
“A little more than your piercing,” he said. “I don’t want to bind you since it’s your first time. Put your hands over your head, use the floor for support if you like. But whatever you do, don’t try to cover your ass. That’s not allowed.”
“A lot? Is it going to hurt a lot, Sir?” she asked as he shifted her position. Her breathing became more shallow as she placed her hands down.
She was too focused on the physical pain. “It’s more in your head than anything else. No more questions. I promise you’ll want more when we’re through.” He looked down as she lay prone across his lap, caressing the soft skin of her back, her buttocks, her thighs. Her body was made for just this.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to and if you say your safe word, I’ll stop. Try to relax and just give yourself over to it. You’re mine right now; surrender to that feeling.”
His cock prodded her belly. He was so turned on right now that he wanted to spank her then fuck the hell out of her.
His own heartbeat accelerated when he began. He rubbed his hands over the bare, pillowy flesh of her buttocks before softly slapping her, preparing her. When he really spanked her for the first time, she made a small sound. He followed quickly with another as hard as the last and continued at that pace, warming her buttocks as she struggled against him, crying out with the blows. The fact that she struggled excited him, massaged his growing cock as the soft, plump mounds of her buttocks shivered with each spank. He imagined the sensations she’d be feeling, the accumulating burning, the sting penetrating beneath her skin.
His own hand began to sting but he didn’t want to stop. Next time he’d use the paddle. He could go a very long time with the paddle.
Maggie squirmed and wiggled, trying to escape the punishment, but only succeeded in exposing herself more. He could see the slickness on her thighs as her passage prepared to be fucked. But he wouldn’t fuck her today. When he was through, he wanted her to leave panting for more; he wanted her to return on her hands and knees, begging him to spank her, to fuck her. To make her come.
“Stop fighting me,” he said, although he enjoyed her strug
gles. There was no question that she’d remain on his lap as long as he dictated, unless she used her safe word. Which she wouldn’t.
He knew the exact moment that she accepted her position and gave herself over to it. She began to move with the strokes, arching her back to meet his hand. He knew that she was trying to rub her clit on his jeans, his rock-hard cock. He let her go on for a while, enjoying the sight of her, so helpless, unable to have release until he allowed her to. He was her master. At this moment, he owned her.
“Maggie.” His voice was quiet, controlled. Absolutely opposite from how he felt. “I know you want to come but you’re not allowed just yet. Stop trying to rub yourself on me.”
She went perfectly still.
“Show me how much you like this, Maggie. Lift your ass, offer it to me.” He commanded, and she obeyed. Knowing that he was aware just how much she was enjoying it would only heighten her sensation of complete vulnerability, total submission.
When his hand had finally tired, he caressed her buttocks and thighs while she calmed down. He then stood her up.
“Hold on to the desk; I want to see my marks.” She did as he said. “You have the perfect ass for this,” he said. “It’s bright red now and I bet it stings.”
“Yes. Christ, it burns!”
“Good.”
He stood and she turned to watch as he unzipped his pants.
He saw her eyes grow wide when he took out his thick, hard cock. “I don’t want to…do that...”
No need to rush, she’d be back.
“I told you I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to. You can trust me to keep my word. Do you want to see what you did to me? How hard you made me? Would you like to stay and watch me come?” he asked, already stroking his penis.
She didn’t answer but she also didn’t leave. Her gaze was glued to his cock. He knew she’d be aroused to the edge of orgasm and he intended to keep her tense. “Have you ever watched a man jerk off?”
She shook her head.
“In a minute you’re going to feel my hot cum on your ass cheeks. Would you like that? Having me spew all over your ass?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, nodding.
“Then get ready for me.”
She bent over the desk, spreading her legs wide and returned her attention to him. The way she positioned herself, it was obvious she trusted he wouldn’t do anything they hadn’t agreed to.
He pumped his cock, enjoying the look of her sleek, reddened cheeks, the slit of moist, soft flesh between. She’d feel his hot cum on her ass today, and in time, inside it. He stroked himself faster and faster until, with a familiar twitch, orgasm came on like a tidal wave, the juices of his huge cock spilling onto her upturned ass, sliding down her inflamed cheeks.
Once he recovered, he zipped his pants and Maggie straightened up.
“I don’t remember telling you to get up,” he said without looking at her.
One glance his way and she lay herself back down.
“You want to come, don’t you Maggie?”
“Yes.”
“Reach back and make yourself come. It’s my turn to watch you now.”
She hesitated, but her arousal was greater than her shame. She reached a hand beneath her and, keeping her legs wide so he could see, began to rub her clit. She made a sound and he smiled.
“Good girl,” he said. The bell over the front door of the shop rang: his next customer. Her eyes flew open and she stopped.
“You haven’t come yet, Maggie. I want you to come. And arch your back higher, I want to see everything.”
“But someone’s here, Sir,” she said.
“Imagine what they’d think if they walked in to find us like this. You naked and bent over fucking yourself. Turns me on, to be honest.”
She only stared at him in disbelief.
“You won’t be allowed up until you come,” he smiled. “You decide how long that’ll take.”
After a moment, her fingers started to move again and with her other hand she took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched. Soon her eyes were closed and she made that sound again as she squeezed her thighs together and arched her back way up. She was so fucking hot that if he didn’t have an appointment waiting in the next room, he’d have fucked her then and there.
She shuddered as she came, and a few moments later, opened her eyes. “Sir?” was all she said.
“You’re fucking beautiful when you come, Maggie. The things I’d like to do to you...” He helped her stand. “You can clean up in there,” he said, pointing to a door in the corner. “Then let yourself out.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, moving toward it.
“Come back on Tuesday night, same time, if you think you’d like to go further,” he said, opening the office door.
She didn’t answer and he walked out. “Ready to finish up that art?” he asked the man who was waiting, trying hard to put thoughts of Maggie out of his mind.
Chapter Three
It was half past ten when Maggie walked into Chaos on Tuesday night.
“You’re late,” Anthony said.
“I didn’t realize you had me on a schedule,” she retorted. Her tone made him raise his eyebrows. She saw it and busied herself with putting her keys into her purse.
“Pardon?”
He could almost see her brain working. She tilted her head to the side to match his expression. She was feeling cocky. That could be fun.
“Come with me, Maggie,” he said, walking toward the office.
Obediently, she followed. He opened the door to let her enter before him. Once inside, he took up the same spot at the edge of the desk as he had the last time.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, folding his arms across his chest.
“No.” Once again she mimicked his expression.
One side of his mouth lifted into a smirk. He blinked, rubbing his chin as he decided how to proceed, making her wait.
“Long day, Maggie?” he taunted. “Or do you just need a reminder why you come here?”
“I don’t need a reminder.”
“I think you might.” Her face went white when he moved toward her. “Or you want me to just do it for you?” His hands gripped the front of her very nice-looking silk blouse and in one fell swoop, ripped it in two.
Maggie jumped back, sucking in a sharp breath. She put her hands against his chest to push him away. “Stop! What are you doing?” She fought him.
“What you want,” he said, his voice calm. “I’m doing what you want.” He held her against the wall and continued to strip her bare.
“It’s not what I want. Stop.”
“Safe word,” he said, pulling off her jeans, taking her to the floor as he did. “It’s the only way I’ll stop. Say it if you really mean it!” He stripped off her bra next, hoping and knowing she wouldn’t use the word. He tore off her panties and pulled her to stand. As soon as she found her feet, she swung her arm out and slapped him hard across the face.
“You jerk!” she yelled as Anthony touched a hand to his cheek. “That blouse cost a lot of money!” He caught her wrist mid-air when she prepared to swing again.
Everything stopped for a moment. Maggie’s eyes grew wide when his gaze bore into hers. She took a step back, or tried to, but he held on to her. With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt, yanking it free from the loops of his jeans.
She looked from the belt to his eyes. He could practically hear the pounding of her heart in her chest as she struggled to free herself. Pushing her ahead of him, he forced her to face the wall and pulled her wrists behind her back.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, still struggling. “You’re not going to use the belt? You can’t!”
“I should,” he said, binding her wrists with the thick leather. “But I won’t.” He tightened the restraint and turned her around. “Not today.” She stumbled when he let her go.
“Bend over the desk,” he told her without looking at her. He opened a dra
wer to retrieve a long wooden paddle. When he turned, she was staring at him. “I mean it, Maggie. Now!” He hoped it was clear from his voice that he was dead serious.
She went to the desk and bent over. Anthony moved behind her. He kicked her legs farther apart. “Face forward.”
He needed her to face away because he needed a moment to get himself under control. His erection was raging and the look of her bent over as she was, with his belt binding her wrists, was about to do him in. He took a step to the side and brought the paddle down hard on her waiting cheeks.
“Owww!” she cried out, her legs closing as she jumped.
Without waiting, he struck again. She yelped and would have covered her ass but for the binding. Kicking her legs apart, he kept up the blows. The paddle left bright pink blotches that he knew would smart more than the spanking had. He laid out the pattern, his attention fully on the punishment, on the marking of her willing but struggling body.
Only after almost thirty strokes, when she’d stopped her struggling and lay whimpering across the desk, did he quit. Setting the paddle by her face, he pressed his hips against her burning cheeks, his erection apparent through his jeans.
“Maggie.” He brought his face close to hers. His voice was soft and he gently stroked her hair. “You choose whether or not to come. I choose what happens when you’re here. Is that clear?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered through her tears.
“Good girl,” he said. He untied her wrists. Unzipping his pants, he continued to stroke her hair. “Maggie?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“I want to fuck you,” he said, stroking his cock against her reddening cheeks. “Would you like me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Please...Sir.” She arched her back.
“You did well, Maggie,” he said, sliding himself into the cleft between her buttocks. She moaned as he stroked his cock up and down. “Reach back and spread your cheeks for me. I want to see everything while I fuck you.”
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