Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as his words registered. She nodded, pushing off the counter and making her way around it to do as requested. Her heart pounded, each beat echoing through Lexa’s body with every step closer to the glossy black table dominating Tom’s dining room. She wiped her palms against the soft cotton of her t-shirt and then placed them on the table, bending at the waist with her feet braced slightly apart for balance.
“Right cheek on the table.” Tom’s voice came from right beside her and Lexa jumped, her pulse skipping a beat. His pelvis pushed against her backside as he leaned over her to put a plate on each place setting. Lexa complied, the right side of her face pressed to the cold wood beneath her. “Good girl. Don’t move, kitten. I’ll be right back.”
Lexa bit her lip, suppressing a groan. Her stomach growled, the amazing aromas coming off the plates set on either side of her head spiking her hunger to a new level. She listened to the soft pad of his feet on the hardwood as they retreated and then returned. Wherever Tom had gone, it wasn’t very far. Her ears pricked at the sound of a cap popping open, and the soft squish of something being squeezed.
“This is going to be a little cold,” he warned mere seconds before something cool pressed against the tight bud of her rear entrance. Lexa jerked despite the warning, her fingers flexing against the tabletop. Lube, she told herself. The corners of her mouth lifted in a small smile as she realized what he was up to.
Drawing in a breath, Lexa closed her eyes as she felt Tom probe her entrance. She relaxed, slowly exhaling, and the nubbin of ginger slid inside with a gentle push. Tom rested a hand on her lower back, the other smoothing over the rounded contour of her backside.
“I promised you a punishment, little girl.” He bent over her, hips pushing into Lexa’s as he whispered in her ear. “Wait until I’m seated before you move. You’ll eat dinner with the ginger plug in that delicious little ass of yours.” His weight lifted off her body, Lexa’s entire being super focused at the mention of punishment. She listened to the faint rustling as Tom took his seat and shook out his napkin, the material snapping sharply in the air beside her. Gooseflesh pebbled her skin, the tiny hairs on her arms standing at attention.
Rising, Lexa flexed her backside as she adjusted to the feel of the ginger in her anal passage. She sat, glancing at Tom as she attempted to balance on the chair without putting weight on her bottom. A faint warmth had already begun to radiate through the delicate flesh in the few moments since insertion.
“Sit properly, Lexa. Butt flat on the chair.” Tom smiled, a glimmer in his eyes as he watched her.
Lexa stifled a mutinous glare and lowered herself fully. Her lips parted, a soft gasp slipping free as the ginger pushed in a fraction further, the flange Tom had carved nestled tightly against the outer rim of her ass. She closed her eyes, giving herself a moment to settle before opening them again.
Picking up her fork, she scooped food from the plate without looking at what the dish contained and took a bite. The sharp tang of ginger burst inside of her mouth and Lexa narrowed her eyes at Tom. He burst out laughing, clearly enjoying her discomfiture. She finished chewing and shook her head, a small smile tugging at her own lips.
“Sadist,” she muttered.
Tom grinned and winked at her. “You have no idea, kitten. No idea whatsoever.”
Chapter Five
Lexa fought the urge to squirm in her seat as a bead of sweat crawled its way down her spine. Shuddering, she swallowed the last bite of her dinner, and studiously ignored the intense scrutiny from across the table. It had taken every ounce of her self-control to get through her plate of food while keeping her backside planted firmly on the chair.
Tom set his fork down beside his empty plate and sat back, a small smirk tugging at the lush sweep of his lips. His long fingers curled around the base of his glass, nonchalantly tracing patterns through the condensation. “How’s your bum?” he asked, brows raised as he met her eyes with his pale green ones.
“Fine.” Lexa tilted her head, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back and mirrored his posture. She forced herself to ignore the ginger root as it shifted with the movement and ping ponged a wave of lust up her spine. Warmth radiated out from her backside and caused fresh droplets of sweat to bead on her brow. She swallowed, staring back unflinchingly. “Why do you ask?”
Rising from his seat, Tom picked up their plates. He stacked them together in his left hand and bent to her level. “Because,” he whispered in her ear, his soft breath rustling her hair. She closed her eyes, goosebumps spreading from the top of her spine straight down to the base. Her nipples tightened, the peaks rubbing against the soft cotton covering them. “You’re sweating, kitten.”
Lexa groaned, and opened her eyes as Tom straightened. He turned toward the kitchen and glanced over his bare shoulder, naked heat blazing from his eyes. “Go wait for me in the bedroom. Straighten the sheets and assume the same position as earlier. Remove the t-shirt. Fold it properly and set it on the nightstand, kitten. I’ll be in shortly to discuss what you’ve learned from this little punishment.”
Careful not to relax and drop the object lodged in her rear, Lexa rose to her feet. Her backside clenched, fresh beads of moisture popping out on her skin with each step. The thirty feet she traversed from table to bedside felt like an eternity. Her mind whirled as she trekked down the hall. How had she missed this side of Tom? They worked together hours upon hours daily, weekly. If asked to describe Tom, Lexa would have used the words self-possessed, considerate and easy-going. Quick to laugh and make others feel comfortable, Tom had easily fit in with the team at Page and Butler, Inc. His model handsome looks, and charming smile hadn’t hurt either.
Reaching the edge of the bed, Lexa bent and straightened the sheets, smoothing out any perceived wrinkles. Her nipples tightened as she pulled the t-shirt off, this time from the cool temperature of the room instead of the lust Tom created within her. She folded the shirt neatly and set it in the same place she’d found it earlier. Legs drawn up close to the side of the bed and bent at the waist, she pressed her right cheek to the cool navy blue duvet cover. Hands clasped at the small of her back, Lexa widened her stance and settled in to wait for Tom.
Lexa focused on her breathing and heart rate, allowing them to slow and settle into an even rhythm. Eyes closed, she began her relaxation technique of visualizing the things that brought her to a state of peace. Soft, fluffy teddy bears. Suede flogger tips brushing over her skin. Pastel pink balloons. Thick leather cuffs encircling her wrists, ankles and throat. Warm fleece blankets wrapped around her.
Fingertips feathered along her backside, moving slowly from right to left, and broke her concentration. A fresh wave of gooseflesh rippled down the length of her legs, curling her toes into the carpet. She fought back a shiver, fingers digging into her palms as she held herself immobile.
“Very nice, kitten.” Tom nudged the plug in her rear and the moan she’d been fighting back slipped free. Lexa clenched, sending another wave of low intensity heat through the delicate flesh of her anal passage. She was desperate for the punishment to end, but the masochist in her wanted the discomfort to continue. She wanted more. She needed more.
Tom’s hand connected with the bare flesh of her right butt cheek, the sharp crack of the slap followed by a bloom of heat. “Good girl. You didn’t drop it.” His hand smoothed over the area, soothing away the sting and leaving the heat of the impact behind. “Tell me, kitten. What have you learned from this little exercise?”
Lexa let out a slow breath, turning her mind from the pulsing imprint of Tom’s hand on her ass to the question he’d posed. What, indeed, had she learned? “To not be sassy,” she replied in a clear voice. “Or bold, Sir.”
“Very good.” His hand connected with the other cheek, the crack from the impact of his hand on her skin loud in the quiet surrounding them. “And, do you think you’ve learned that lesson, or is further instruction required?”
He repeated the s
oothing rub over her abraded backside, the soft shush of skin on skin the only sound as he waited for her answer. Lexa closed her eyes, the coverlet beneath her cheek offering little to help cool the flush of heat enveloping her. “I’m good, Sir.”
She tensed as soon as the words left her lips, waiting for the next smack to land. The response was not appropriately worded, and incredibly informal. The lesson, apparently, not learned.
“Hmm...” Tom tapped her bottom, the hint of a chuckle in his voice. “Widen your stance a smidge, and we’ll take this out.”
Lexa complied, standing still as she listened to his faint rustling behind her. Tom’s fingertips brushed against her and she let out a slow breath, relaxing as the plug slid free into his grasp. He stroked her bottom, rubbing wide circles over each globe. A short burst of air blew over her rosette and Lexa bucked, her belly pressing hard into the edge of the mattress. “Such a fuckable ass.” Tom probed her entrance, the tip of a finger slipping into the relaxed opening. “What do you think, kitten? Should I bury my dick in your tight little asshole and fuck you like the dirty little slut you are?”
Her breath caught, cutting off the whimper building in Lexa’s throat. She slid her arms beneath her body, moving to rise up on her elbows and peer at him over her shoulder. Tom moved behind her, flattening his palm to the middle of Lexa’s spine and forcing her back down. “Did I say you could move?” he growled, administering a sharp crack to her right butt cheek. Lexa bit her lip and shook her head, a light tremble making her body quake in the aftermath of the impact. “That’s right. I didn’t, but I did ask you a question that I’m still wanting an answer to, kitten. Shall I fuck that delectable ass of yours while it’s still sensitive from the punishment?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Lexa cleared her throat and, with a clear voice, gave him the consent Tom required to proceed. “Please fuck my ass, Sir.”
He hummed softly behind her. His finger continued to tease her ass. The muscles flexed beneath his touch, greedily begging to be filled and fucked. Curling her fingers into the heavy duvet cover, Lexa closed her eyes and waited for his next move. Her ears pricked with every minute sound. The rustle of fabric. The shuffle of Tom’s feet on the thick carpet. The soft snick of a drawer closing.
Unwilling to risk losing what Tom had planned for her by wiggling around, Lexa struggled to keep still. Her muscles twitched, desperate to feel the bite of pain and the rush of pleasure she knew would come when Tom took her ass. He wasn’t small, endowed more than the average man, and there would be pain. Sweet, exquisite pain. She craved it almost as much as she did her next breath.
Lexa couldn’t remember the last time she’d engaged in anal play of any sort, with a partner or when pleasuring herself. Her body would adjust, she knew. It didn’t ease the twinge of apprehension, however, and she curled her toes into the pile of the carpet beneath her feet.
Something cold touched her tight rosette and Lexa jumped, gasping as the chill caused her to clench against the impending invasion. She relaxed, recognizing the slick slide of a lubed finger over her flesh as it pushed and probed, seeking access to her hole.
Little by little, Tom pushed his finger inside until his knuckles brushed her skin. Lexa flexed, testing against the invasion as he withdrew and pushed in once more. She heard his gentle inquiry regarding her comfort and nodded to indicate she was good. His single finger was no bigger than the ginger root that had occupied the passage a few short minutes ago.
Tom pulled out slowly, teasing a shiver from her. Lexa moaned. The sound cut off, strangled by a cry brought on by his swift re-entry. Two of his fingers filled her, scissoring against each other and stretching her ass. Lexa rocked her hips, the bite of pain from the thrust fading as Tom found her clit with his thumb and rubbed the tiny nub. He sank deeper with each push, grinding his knuckles against her backside and forcing her hips into the edge of the bed.
“Such a good little slut,” Tom crooned in her ear. He withdrew his fingers and Lexa whimpered, protesting the loss of his touch. The faint scent of latex and lubricant accompanied his soft chuckle. “I’m going to have so much fun with you, kitten. I just know it.” He gently tapped the backs of her legs. “Knees up on the edge. I want you in presentation pose.”
Scrambling up on the bed, Lexa folded her legs beneath her and pressed her chest to the mattress. She stretched her arms out, face down, and presented her backside to him. Her sex clenched and released, wetness oozing from between her labia to coat her thighs. Moisture flooded Lexa’s mouth. She swallowed, saliva and desire going down her throat in a hard lump, to keep herself from drowning in either.
Warmth draped across her back as Tom settled above her. He rested a forearm alongside her left shoulder, the light sprinkling of hair on his belly tickling the curve of her ass. The broad tip of his cock nudged at her rosette. He tested, pushed, gauging the resistance of her body. The head slipped inside, a slight burn shooting through her tissues as they stretched to accommodate him. Lexa closed her eyes and drew a breath in through her nose, letting it out slowly through her mouth as she absorbed the pain. Soft, feather-light kisses dusted her shoulders, encouraging her to relax further. The wild beat of her heart gradually slowed and Lexa wiggled her bottom, enticing Tom to keep going, to push in deeper.
He was an all-in kind of guy and when he thrust again, his balls swinging forward against her pussy as he sank deep inside of her, Lexa knew it didn’t just apply to Tom’s work ethic. She clutched the duvet, rising off her knees as pain seared her senses.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she moaned as she struggled to adjust. Her fingers flexed, gripping the heavy cotton. Her thighs trembled. Her heart skipped a beat, the heavy thunder when it resumed echoing through each and every part of her body.
A sharp crack across her right ass cheek added another layer of discomfort to the level of distress Lexa was experiencing. She grunted, her back bowed as she fought to relax and absorb the pain.
“Watch your mouth, little girl.” Tom twitched his hips, his pubic bone grinding into her backside. He reached beneath her, pinching the bundle of nerves at the top of her vulva, and sent a spasm of pleasure through Lexa’s body. She cried out, short breaths sawing in and out of her mouth as her system attempted to blend the two sensations into something it could understand. Tom tweaked her clit again, his warm breath tickling her ear as pleasure speared through her. “Do not cum. I forbid it. Little girls with dirty mouths don’t get to cum. Understood?”
He continued to strum her nub, sending a tingling heat through her body and out to her extremities. His touch robbed her of coherent thought, and Lexa gave him the only response she could formulate at that moment. She nodded.
Firm hands grasped her waist, holding Lexa still as Tom eased himself out. He paused, the head of his cock wedged just inside. Lexa exhaled, waiting for the punishing thrust that would take her into the next level of ecstasy. Her body hummed, muscles vibrating. She waited. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out all sound but the heavy boom-boom, boom-boom. She waited. Her ass flexed, enticing him to continue. She waited.
“I know what you want,” he growled softly from behind her. His fingertips traced large whorls across the globes of her ass. Shudders ran through her, the fine hairs on her skin standing on end with each sweep. “Take it, kitten. Make me want to let you cum. Fuck my cock with that sweet little ass of yours.”
Lexa groaned. The man knew just how to work her, which buttons to press to achieve the desired effect. I’m in so much trouble with this one, she thought. She wiggled her hips, easing herself down the full length of Tom’s cock. Her bottom impacted his belly and she rocked forward, launching back in one swift motion to take him all the way in again. The sharp gasp Tom emitted as she worked herself up and down his shaft sent a rush of warmth flooding through her. She smiled, curved her back until he was nearly unsheathed and stopped, flexing the ring of muscle around the thick head of his cock.
“Fuck, kitten.” He ground out, his fingers kneading t
he globes of Lexa’s ass. “That’s so fucking it. Good girl.”
Straightening her spine, Lexa thrust her hips back. Skin slapped against skin, her breath rushing out on a heavy moan to mingle with Tom’s shout as she took him down to the root. Her toes curled, pleasure overriding her system as she bucked and rocked beneath Tom. Every sense narrowed, focused on the push and pull through her tissues, the warm tingle sweeping her body. Tom felt so good inside of her, so right.
“Please,” she begged, faltering in her rhythm as she teetered on the edge. “Please let me cum. I can’t… I can’t hold it back, Sir.”
A hand curled in her hair, tugging a thick swatch of it until her back bowed and her head fell back against her shoulders. She met Tom’s eyes, the green dark with lust as he continued to thrust forcefully into her ass. “You can cum when I have, and not a second sooner. Clear?”
Lexa jerked against the pull of her hair, unable to give a full nod his grip was so tight. “Yes,” she panted, licking her lips. “Clear, Sir.”
Tom released her hair and smacked her ass hard enough to send her reeling back down onto her chest. She braced herself on her forearms, belly flat on the bed, and bit down on the coverlet to muffle the cries punctuating each powerful thrust. He placed a large hand in the middle of her back, holding Lexa down as he rode her. Deep growls rolled over her, his rhythm growing more erratic with each passing minute.
“Now,” he ground out, hips tight against her ass as he bucked wildly. “Cum, kitten. I need to feel you squeezing my cock.”
Lexa released the mouthful of duvet cover she’d been using to stifle her cries and let fly, a scream tearing from her lips as her body shattered into a million pieces. Her toes curled, calves rising to meet her thighs as she fought the tide of the most violent climax she’d ever experienced. Lights danced behind her eyelids, her mind blanked of everything but the feel of Tom as his cock bucked inside of her ass with his own release.
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