PUNISHER (14 STORY BDSM BUNDLE)

by Lacey St. Claire

  He removed his hand from my panties and unzipped his trousers. The button came next, and then they were pushed down to his thighs along with his black boxer briefs. I wanted to turn to see his cock but from my position on the desk I couldn’t turn my head enough to get the eyeful I wanted, but I wouldn’t have to wait long to feel it. Stepping forward he pressed his groin to my ass. He felt large. Not massively, painfully huge, but definitely a decent size and I couldn’t stop myself as I wiggled my ass against him.

  “That’s a good girl,” he said as he untucked my shirt hem and then ran his hand up my bare back. His hand felt cool against my heated skin and when he reached around to grab my tits my nipples immediately stood at attention. They became so hard it was almost painful when he brushed over them with his fingers. I knew he could feel them through the thin lace of my bra, but as his hands continued to stroke my body I found myself caring less and less.

  I continued to grind myself against his hardening cock as he teased my body with his fingertips. He didn’t remove my top completely but let his hands roam freely beneath the fabric. I was amazed at how brazen he was. He was about to fuck me on top of his work desk and he acted like it was just another Monday. No big deal.

  When he’d had enough of my upper half he let his hands wander back down between my legs. His fingers danced around my cunt and then slowly he inserted one, and then two fingers.

  “I like that you’re already wet,” he said as he began to move them inside of me. I couldn’t help myself when I hoisted my hips up to give him better access. “I hope you don’t mind that we started so quickly but it’s been a rough week and I really need to fuck.”

  “I don’t mind,” I moaned as his fingers touched me in just the right spot.

  “I want you to know that I think you’re beautiful. I could tell you were hesitant and confused about why I chose you when I normally select very young blonde women. Sometimes I like to change it up, sometimes there’s just something about a person. There’s just something about you. I saw you and I couldn’t forget you,” he said as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “I’m so glad you took the job.”

  Suddenly his fingers were gone and a new hardness had taken their place. His head was at my entrance and I felt a panic overcoming me. Oh my god! The hottest man in town is about to fuck me!

  “Do you feel that?” he asked as he pushed against my cunt with his hard cock.

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “See what you do to me?” he said.

  “Yes,” I answered a second time wanting him to just do it already. Please just thrust into me!

  As if on cue he answered my plea and with a hard forward thrust he pushed himself into me. I groaned loudly as his cock stretched me wide. He quickly pushed my legs further apart and squatted down a couple of inches so that he could get better leverage. He gripped my hips where they met the top of my thighs and began to thrust in and out of me.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he said as he continued to glide in and out of my cunt. “I thought you would be but this is something else.”

  I could no longer speak, the physical feeling of him pushing himself into me was too much. I laid my head down sideways on the desk and looked to the paintings on the far wall. With each thrust my cheek would slide a few inches across the desk and then would return to its starting position when he pulled back out. With my fingertips I gripped the edge of the desk and held on tightly. I worked my hips the best that I could so that he would know I was into it. I felt like a complete noob. This man was on a completely different level. He saw something he wanted and he took it. In this case – it was me. It took nothing to get me bent over his desk.

  Without warning he reached around and gripped my torso. With a solid pull he lifted me from the desk and turned my whole body around so that I was now facing the wall of windows that looked out over the city. From the windows I could see the other office buildings surrounding us in the business district and if I looked down I could see a steady line of traffic. I couldn’t help but wonder if others were fucking in some of the other buildings. Is this a common high-end business practice?

  With his whole body he sandwiched me against the glass. With a free hand he worked his way up my shirt and slowly unbuttoned it. Gripping the sides he pulled them away. Leaning back he slid the top down my arms and tossed it to the floor. All that remained was my bra, the one that matched the panties he seemed to love. Reaching for the front clasp between my tits he expertly gripped the metal and in a single movement had my bra falling down my shoulders. There I was, bare chested for the whole city to see, had they been looking.

  Pressing me harder against the glass he began to fuck me harder. He pulled my long dark hair to the side as his lips found my neck. His tongue flicked along my collar bone as he worked his cock deeper and deeper into my cunt. I had to admit the whole thing was starting to feel like heaven. My single other boyfriend had never been like this with me.

  I pressed my hands to the cold glass and moved my body with his. After several moments he began to grunt loudly. I would have worried that the others in the office could hear but at this point I was too far gone to care. Together we thrust, and pulled, and moaned, our bodies syncing up to move perfectly as one. His hands eventually find their way to mine on the glass and he clasped his fingers through mine. The largeness of his hands engulfed mine. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and his lips found my jawline. Big wet kisses trailed from my jaw to my shoulder as he pulled our hands from the glass. He wrapped both of our arms around my body as he fucked me as hard as he could. He was going to cum soon and so was I.

  I steadied myself so that he could drive his cock as deep as possible. Just as the end was coming he bit into my shoulder and thrust into me as hard as he could. With that single last thrust he came. I felt his powerful stream of cum hitting my insides. As soon as I felt the impact I felt my own orgasm rising up inside of me. When he pulled out slightly and thrust in again, his second stream was enough to send me over the edge. My whole body quivered and pulsed as the pleasure rushed through my veins. I felt my cunt twitching around his hard cock, and his warm breath on my shoulder. When he was finished he leaned his forehead against the back of my neck and sighed. I could feel his heart pounding against my back. My own chest rose and fell against the fogged glass as I wondered if this was how it would always be. Would he always be this gentle? Would he always play so nice?

  Once he caught his breath he stood upright and guided me back to the desk. He laid me face down on the surface before carefully pulling out. Seconds later he was crossing the room to enter another smaller room along the right hand side. I guessed it was some sort of private bathroom.

  I stood and picked my clothing up from the floor. I put my bra and my top back on. Just as I was finishing the last button Mr. Wright reappeared.

  “You’re welcome to use the bathroom to clean up,” he said. So it was a bathroom after all.

  “Thanks,” I said as I grabbed my purse and headed into the room he had just exited.

  * * *

  We continued on similarly for the next few months. He would introduce me to new positions and new toys I’d never heard of. Who knew there were remote controlled vibrators that would react to the sound of a person’s voice? I certainly didn’t, but I sure do now. Mr. Wright would take me along on business trips and we would fuck in some of the most expensive hotels in the world. Everything was amazing and as our sexual adventures escalated, so did my confidence. Maybe a bit too much.

  When my best friend Krysta invited me on a girl’s night out to one of the big male strip shows, I couldn’t help but say yes. You know, the ones where the men all look like gladiators and the women go to giggle at their dicks flopping around in their thongs as they gyrate and dance on the stage. These type of events have never been about the sex and have always been more about having a few drinks and a bunch of laughs with the girls. This time things would pan out differently.

  Mr. Wright is every
thing I’ve ever dreamed of having in a sexual partner but he is always the dominant one. We do things his way – every time. He certainly pleases me and I’m never left wanting, but sometimes I dream about being the one to take control. I knew I wasn’t supposed to sleep with other men during my internship but I couldn’t help myself when I saw Andrew up on stage. With my new found confidence I made it a point to prove that I could have him if I wanted him.

  When the show ended I waited for him to come out and patrol the crowd. I had worn one of my sexiest outfits and new I could catch his eye with a bit of strategic hand movements. I have killer tits and all I had to do was draw his eyes down to my lovely assets.

  Things went exactly to plan and in a matter of an hour we were back in his dressing room. I was pulling his tie loose as I ripped the front of his shirt open and I had him backed against the makeup mirror. I didn’t have any crazy ideas for wild sexual positions or acrobatics, I just wanted to be the one to tell someone what I wanted.

  “Lift up my dress,” I commanded as I pushed him from the mirror down onto his knees. “Pull down my panties and eat my cunt,” I said. As soon as my panties were on the floor I stepped out of them and put my leg up over his shoulder as I pressed his face to my pussy. He wasn’t nearly as skilled as Mr. Wright but the power of making him eat me was enough to have me grinding his face.

  I gripped his hair in my fist and pushed his head deeper between my thighs. I groaned as his tongue pushed between my lips and drove itself into my wetness. He had that sexy 2:00 shadow and I loved the roughness against my thighs.

  “Faster,” I cried out as I felt my first orgasm rising. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he licked and sucked me in my most private place. Within another minute I was cumming hard. I held his face tight against my pussy as I came and I wondered if he could feel me pulsing. As soon as it was over I yanked his head back and pushed him down onto the floor. I ripped the button off his pants and unzipped them quickly. I needed his dick and I needed it now.

  I pushed his pants down a few inches and pulled him out. He was hard as a rock. I pressed my hand to his chiseled abs and slid down onto his cock. I rode him hard and fast. When he reached up to touch me I pushed his hand away.

  “No!” I said and fucked him harder.

  I scratched my nails down his chest as I pounded myself down onto his cock. I wanted him deeper. I wanted to feel him stretching me like Mr. Wright, but he couldn’t. Since he couldn’t meet these requirements I fucked him like an animal. It was quick and it was raw. As soon as I came for the second time I lifted myself off of him and walked away leaving my panties as a reminder on the floor. When I opened the door to his dressing room he called out to me:

  “What the fuck?”

  “I’m done here,” I said with a smile.

  “Yeah, but I’m not,” he said pointing down at his erect dick. “You can’t leave me like this,” he begged.

  “We’re done,” I said and walked out of his life forever.

  I know I didn’t do anything wild and it wasn’t anything a million other women haven’t done, but I’ve never been like that and the power felt incredible. Immediately after I worried that Mr. Wright would find out I’d broken a rule. He always had ways of finding out. I wondered what price I would have to pay.

  * * *

  “Elizabeth, we need to talk,” were the first words he said to me when I returned to the office on Monday.

  “Ok,” I said anxiously.

  “Have a seat,” he said with an outstretched hand. Today he was all business. Things weren’t like that much between us anymore and I knew that he knew.

  I sat and looked down at my hands ashamed. I couldn’t look him in the eye after what I’d done.

  “Elizabeth. Look at me.”

  Hesitantly I looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes, and in that instant I knew that I had fucked up.

  “You know I know what happened at the event,” he said sternly.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “You broke a rule.”

  “Yes,” I said again as I picked at my cuticles.

  “You knew the rules. I have to let you go,” he said with a sadness in his eyes I’d never seen before. He always seemed so sure of himself and of everything he did. I felt my own tears welling up in my eyes. I had loved my job. I had loved being with him.

  All I could say was, “I understand,” as I stood and grabbed my purse. My legs felt shaky and I barely managed to make it to the door on my own. As my hand fell onto the door handle I felt myself beginning to collapse. Mr. Wright, always the gentlemen was behind me to catch me. He held me as if I were weightless. His lips fell to my ear…

  “Why would you do this to me?” he breathed with a quiet sadness as his lips moved to my neck. His arms tightened around my waist and pulled me to his body. “Wasn’t I enough?”

  Regaining my footing I turned to face him, his arms still wrapped tight around me. My hands came up to cup his face and I looked deep into his sorrowful eyes. “You’ve always been enough,” I said. “I just wanted to feel powerful for once. You taught me to love my body, and to love myself. I wanted to wield that power…I wanted to prove that I really was powerful. That I could bend a man to my will.”

  “But you already do. You bend me all the time,” he said. “I’ve never been like this with anyone else. I…I…” he trailed off.

  “I, what?” I asked desperately.

  “Nothing,” he said. “If you’re ok now, you better go.” He helped me to my feet and then walked me to the elevator. He pushed the down arrow button and stood with me in pregnant silence. When the door opened I stepped inside and we looked at one another until the doors slid closed between us.

  “But I love you…,” I whispered to the air as my tears began to fall.

  * * *

  Heartbroken and alone, I found myself nearly insatiable. I had been fucking Mr. Wright several times a day for months, and now suddenly I had no one to rely on. I had to get my fix somewhere and ended up picking up strays from local bars. They were often drunk and subpar but they helped me to fill the void between my legs. I just needed to fuck and they had a cock I could use. I would bring them to my house and fuck them until I was satisfied and then I would kick them right back out the door. It wouldn’t be a stretch to call me a slut. I missed Mr. Wright and I didn’t know what to do so I became a disgusting horny bar whore.

  I constantly worried that he hated me now and that I would never see him again. I was inconsolable when I was alone and I knew it was all my fault. It was the worst feeling I’ve ever had in my life. All I wanted to do when I wasn’t grinding some drunk was lie in bed and sleep. Nothing could hold my attention and I had no energy outside of what I would expend fucking. I was lonely and I felt my self-confidence trickling away. Each new fuck was like a tick down the line and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I got into bed and didn’t bother to get up anymore.

  Moping around my apartment in my pajamas had become a regular occurrence. No one was visiting me so there was no point in getting dressed. Watching television and eating ice cream had become the extent of my daily activities so I was caught completely off-guard when I heard a loud knock on my door.

  “Coming,” I called out as I set my tub of ice cream down on the coffee table. I shuffled over to the door and pulled it open with an irritated look on my face. As soon as the door was open I found myself face to face with Mr. Wright. “Oh my god!” I screamed as I quickly worked my fingers through my tangled hair. I looked down at my stained pajamas and knew it was helpless, there was no fixing this mess.

  “Hi Elizabeth,” he said with a slight smirk. Despite his smile he looked exhausted. I never saw him look tired and my heart sank to see him looking this way. It was as if his light was gone.

  “Hello Mr. Wright,” I said embarrassed.

  “Please don’t call me that anymore. Just call me Chris,” he said as he reached forward and took my hand. I could feel the sticky ice cream on my fingers and
knew he could feel it too. I was so happy to see him but felt so incredibly embarrassed about my current state. I wanted to hide myself from him. The way I’d been acting…I was ashamed.

  “I’ll try,” I said as I looked down at our hands.

  “I’ve missed you,” he said.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” I said as I sniffed and fought back the tears.

  “I’ve thought of a plan,” he said as he stepped into my apartment. He seemed unfazed by the mess but the state of the place wasn’t lost on me. He pushed aside my spare blankets on the couch and pulled me down to sit next to him. A serious look crossed over his face and he began, “I have rules for a reason. I only have the two because nothing else really matters to me. I just want the women I’m with to be open and understanding, and to be faithful for the time they are with me. When these rules get broken, it’s hard for me to be sympathetic. I know things happen, and I’m trying to work on being more bendable, but when you slept with that idiotic dancer, I just couldn’t cope. I shut down and I let you go. It was a mistake. Despite that, it’s still hard for me to just let it go, so I think I’ve come up with something that will work.”

  I looked at him. His sunken eyes with bags underneath, he pale skin, his dry lips. This wasn’t the Mr. Wright…Chris I was used to. I wanted to see that man again, the man I loved. “What’s the plan?” I asked with a smile.

  “I need you to let me punish you for breaking the rule.”

  “I’m sorry…what?” I said suddenly confused.

  “I know you’ve been with other men in the month we’ve been apart. I don’t care about those ones. I just need to punish you for betraying me while you were still working for me. I won’t ever do anything you can’t stand. I actually hope you’ll like it. I’ll get the relief I need, and then we can go back to how we were. We can forget it ever happened.”

  “Punish me?” I said.