“Amy, are you sure you’re okay?”  Jane asked.

Chloe had wandered ahead of them in the mall and was staring at a book on display in the window of the Barnes and Noble.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Amy said.

“You’ve been quiet all afternoon.  Even Chloe has noticed.”

“Just a little tired, I think,” Amy said.  “We should go to the food court and grab a coffee.”

“Sure.”  Jane was giving her a worried look and Amy smiled at her.

“I swear, I’m good.  Hey, Chloe?”

Chloe joined them.  “What’s up?”

“Want to hit the food court?  I’m hitting the three o’clock slump and could use a coffee.”

“Sure.”

The three of them took the escalator to the food court.  Once they had their coffees, Jane led them to a table. 

“I wore the wrong shoes,” Chloe said.  “My feet are frackin’ killing me.”

“Well, I really only want to go to one more store and then I’m done,” Jane said.  “What about you, Amy?”

“I’m finished with my stuff.”  Amy sipped at her coffee.

“Oh, I didn’t mean that we had to stop,” Chloe said.  “I’m fine to keep going.”

“I told Luke I’d be home by four anyway,” Jane said.  “He has a new recipe he’s trying and -”

“Amy?”

The low raspy voice was oddly familiar.  The smell of stale smoke and sweat washed over her as she turned to look behind her. 

“Amy?  You lookin’ good, girl.”

She studied the man standing behind her and weaving slightly.  His thin face was covered in scabs and his eyes were sunk in their sockets.  He was wearing a dirty jacket and a mud-caked scarf was wrapped around his neck.  He scratched at one of the sores on his face with long and dirty nails.

“Michael?”

“Yeah, it’s me!”  He smiled at her revealing rotting bottom teeth and oozing gums where his top teeth used to me.  “How you been?”

He shuffled forward and dropped onto the seat beside her.  She had to fight the urge to cover her nose.

“I’m good,” she said.  “How are you?”

“Can’t complain,” Michael said.  “You gonna introduce me to your friends?”

“Jane and Chloe, this is Michael Stanford.  Mark’s brother.”

“Nice to meetcha.”  Michael smiled at Jane and then squinted at Chloe.  “You look familiar.”

“We’ve met before, Michael,” Chloe said.  “At Mark’s office the other day.”

“Right.  You’re fuckin’ him.”

Amy winced, and Chloe shook her head.  “No, we’re just friends.”

“Oh, right.”  He turned back to Amy.  “It’s been a long time, Amy.  You married yet?  Got any kids?”

“No,” she said.  “Where are you living right now, Michael?”

He shrugged.  “I got a few different places I crash at.  Listen, Amy, can I ask you a favour?”  He leaned closer and she held her breath and tried not to flinch.  “You think I can borrow a few bucks?”

He scratched nervously at the biggest scab on his cheek.  “I hate to ask but I lost my job last week and I need some groceries.  You know how it is.”

“Uh, sure, Michael.”  She reached for her purse.

“Amy.”  Chloe shook her head slightly and Amy hesitated.

“Mind your damn business, Red,” Michael said.  “This ain’t any of your fucking business.”

“Michael, watch your language,” Amy said.

“Sorry.  Listen, I just need something to get some groceries.  What do you say, Amy?  Can you help your old friend Michael out?”

Feeling sick to her stomach, she took out her wallet and gave him all the cash she had.  It was only about two hundred bucks, but Michael’s face lit up.  He grabbed for it and stuffed it into his pocket.

“Thanks, Amy.  I appreciate your generosity.”  He stood and scratched again at the sores on his face.  “You still working with Mark?”

“Yes.”

“Good, that’s good.  Maybe I’ll come by the office someday to see you.”

“No,” Amy said.  “You can’t come by the office, Michael.  Do you understand?  I don’t have any more money to give you.  This is it.”

“Yeah, sure, okay.  I’ll see you around, Amy.”

Michael wandered away.  When he disappeared down the escalator, Amy released her breath in a shaky sigh.  She felt sick to her stomach and she smiled faintly at Jane when the woman pressed a tissue into her hand.  She wiped away the tears that were collecting in her lashes.

“You okay?”  Jane said.

“Yeah.”

“Amy,” Chloe leaned forward, her face even paler than normal, “you shouldn’t have -”

“Given him the money, I know.  He’ll just use it to buy drugs.”

“Why did you?”

“Because it’s Michael!  Because I remember how he was before the drugs really took hold.  Because he’s Mark’s brother and I…”

“You love Mark,” Chloe said.

Jane nearly spit out her mouthful of coffee.

“Shit.  I’m sorry,” Chloe said.  “Jesus, I’m a goddamn idiot.  I didn’t mean to -”

“Jane already knows,” Amy said.

“Thank God,” Chloe said.  “But I’m still sorry.  I don’t usually go around blurting out secrets, I swear.”

“It’s fine” Amy said.  “Just maybe don’t do it around my brother, okay?”

“I won’t.  Sorry.”  Chloe’s face was bright red, and she looked close to tears.

Jane cleared her throat.  “Are you going to tell Mark you saw Michael?”

“No.  It’ll only upset him.”

“From someone with experience with addicts, you should probably tell him,” Chloe said.  “Michael said he would come by the office to see you and he’s pretty wacked out on drugs.  Sometimes, that can affect them in ways that you -”

“Michael isn’t dangerous and he’s not going to hurt me,” Amy said.  “I know the drugs have done a lot of damage but when we were kids…he was as sweet as Mark, if not sweeter.  He’s not a bad man.  He’s just broken.”

“I know but sometimes - ”

“We should hit that last store so that Jane can be home by four.”  Amy stood and grabbed her bags and her coffee.  “Ready?”

Jane and Chloe glanced at each other before Jane nodded.  “Yeah, we’re ready.”

 

* * *

 

He was losing his damn mind.  He couldn’t keep sneaking into Amy’s house in the middle of the goddamn night like some sex-crazed lunatic.  So, why was he creeping into her bedroom at three in the morning? 

He’d left the club fully intending to go home to his empty apartment.  Only, somehow, someway, he’d ended up at Amy’s house again. 

Her laptop was on the bed beside her.  He smiled and moved it to the nightstand.  No doubt she’d been watching movies in bed.  He missed watching movies with her. 

He stripped off his clothes and climbed into her bed.  She didn’t stir until he spooned her and kissed her shoulder.  She was naked, warm, and so soft.  God, did she smell good.

“Mark?”  She stretched and yawned.

“Yeah, baby?”

“What time is it?”

“Late.  Go back to sleep.”

“Hmm,” she said.

He put his arm around her and she reached down and took his hand, linking their fingers together.  “How was your day?”

“Fine,” he said.  “I met your brother at the gym at ten, went back to the apartment, had lunch, and did some work before I went to the club.”

“Was it busy?”  She yawned again.

He nuzzled his collar around her neck.  “Yes.  How was your day, baby?”

“Good.”  She turned in his arms, sliding her arm around his waist and throwing her leg over his hip.  He pressed a kiss against her mouth.  “I went shopping with Jane and Chloe at the mall.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes.  Jane invited me to have dinner with her and Luke, so I did.  Then I,” she yawned a third time, “I came home, had a hot bath and watched a movie in bed.”

“That sounds really nice.”

“It was.”  She was drifting back to sleep.  Her breathing was deepening, and her body was relaxing against his.  “I’m really glad you’re here, honey.”

“Me too, baby.”

“Love you.”  Her eyes slipped shut and he stroked her hair back from her face.

“I love you too.”

 

* * *

 

When she woke it was almost eleven.  She stretched and grabbed her cell phone.  She scrolled through her Facebook and ignored her urge to pee.  The bed was warm, the air was cold, and she was half-tempted to fall back asleep.  She’d had a really great dream about Mark.  For once, it wasn’t even a sex dream.  He’d just crawled into bed with her and cuddled her.  He’d asked about her day and told her about his.  She’d felt so safe and warm in his arms and it was like they were a real couple.  God, she loved him so much. 

She stretched again and ran her hand over the empty side of the bed.  What would it be like to wake up to Mark every morning?  To feel his hard body next to hers?

Pipe dream, girl.  Now get your ass out of bed and go pee before you wet the bed.

She wandered into the master bathroom.  Before she was even done, she had decided a return to bed was the right move.  She climbed back into bed, her gaze landing on the nightstand as she pulled the covers to her chin.

She stared at the cell phone sitting on it before stretching across the bed and grabbing it.  It was Mark’s phone and she looked over the side of the bed.  Mark’s clothes were in an untidy heap on the floor.  She set his phone back on the nightstand and leaned against the headboard as her pulse thumped and thudded.  It hadn’t been a dream.  Mark was here. 

“Hey, Ames?  Wake up, baby.  It’s almost eleven.  I’ve made you coffee but when I went to make toast, the bread was disgustingly moldy.  I mean, we’re talking science experiment in your cupboard.”  Mark strolled into her bedroom, holding two cups of coffee and wearing her silk robe.  She stared at him in frozen shock before bursting into giggles.

“What?”  He grinned at her and handed over a cup of coffee.

“Nice robe.” 

“Thank you.  I’ve been told that I look really good in pink.”

He moved to his side of the bed and dropped the robe with a remarkable lack of self-consciousness before climbing naked into bed beside her.  His phone buzzed as he took a sip of coffee.  “I have to answer this email.  Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”  She sipped at her coffee and picked up her phone, scrolling through Facebook again.  She tried to ignore how right it felt to be drinking coffee in bed with Mark.  Tried to ignore how it felt like they were in a real relationship.

She finished her coffee and set the empty cup on her nightstand.  Mark was still typing away on his phone and she scooted down in the bed, curled on her side and checked her own email before returning to Facebook.

“You’re Facebook friends with that giant bouncer from the strip club?”  Mark curled up behind her and rested his chin in the crook of her neck.

“His name is Tony and yes.  He sent me a friend request after I met him at the hospital when Jane’s foster mom was sick.”

Mark laughed before kissing her cheek.  “You’re just full of surprises, Ms. Dawson.”

“Tony’s really funny,” Amy said.  “He does stand up comedy once a month at this bar downtown.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.  Jane, Luke, and I went to his last one.  He had the crowd in hysterics.”

“Huh,” Mark said.  He watched as she scrolled through her feed.  “Jesus, Mandy Tapkin’s kid is ugly.”

“Hush.”  She slapped him lightly on the forearm.  “She’s not ugly.”

“She?  I thought that kid was a boy.”

She burst into giggles.  “She’s a girl.  Her name is Destiny.”

“Of course her name is Destiny,” Mark said with a snort.  He rubbed her belly with his big, warm hand.  “Hey, Ames?”

“Yeah?”  She was starting to feel too warm.

“I have a surprise for you.”

God, she hoped it involved his tongue and her pussy.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes.  Roll onto your back and close your eyes.”

She did what he asked.  She spread her legs a little, her hands clutching at the covers as she waited for Mark to move between her legs. 

He was doing something on the bed beside her.  What was that tapping noise?  Was he putting together some sort of restraining device?  Maybe he was going to tie her to the bed before he ate her pussy.  Maybe he was –

“Okay, open your eyes.”

She opened them.  Mark had her laptop open and she stared at the Netflix home page before glancing up at him.  “Netflix?”

“Yeah!”  He gave her an adorable boyish grin.  “It’s snowing and gloomy and the perfect weather for ordering pizza and having a movie marathon.  What do you say, Ames?  Wanna watch a movie with me?”

She touched his face.  Ran her fingers over the dark stubble on his jaw.  Smiled.

“I would love to watch a movie with you, Mark.”

 

* * *

 

She was a bundle of nerves.  Her palms were sweating, and her heart was racing and holy hell, what if Mark wasn’t in to her fantasy?  What if he found it…weird?  Or gross?  What if the same look crossed his face that had crossed Tom’s when she’d finally worked up the nerve to –

Amy, stop!  Relax and take some deep breaths before you pass out.

Her inner voice had a point.  She braced her hand against the desk and inhaled and exhaled slowly until the beat of her heart had gone from scared squirrel to panicked possum.

She snorted laughter.  Panicked possum?  What the fuck was wrong with her?

“Get it together, you idiot!” 

The sound of her voice in the silence made her twitch in her too-high-nearly-impossible-to-walk-in heels.  She weaved, grabbed the edge of the desk to catch her balance and took another deep breath.

It was Sunday night.  She and Mark had spent the afternoon in bed, binge-watching movies, eating pizza and, at one point during a particularly slow part of Lord of the Rings, napping.  He’d been affectionate and sweet, spooning her in the bed as they watched TV, giving her little kisses throughout the day, but they hadn’t had sex. 

She had loved every damn minute of it.  This was what Boyfriend Mark looked like and she’d never dreamed she’d see it.  She had no idea why he was acting this way and she didn’t really care.  She knew in her heart that this side of him wouldn’t last, and so she had soaked up the attention and the love with every fibre of her being.  When he came back to his senses and put up that wall again, she would have the memory of this day to cherish.

Mark left just before seven for a business dinner with Selene and Wallace.  He asked almost shyly if she wanted him to come back after his dinner.  Her immediate yes made him smile and he’d pressed a warm kiss against her mouth before leaving.

Now, she smoothed down her skirt and checked the clock on the wall.  Mark said he would be back by nine-thirty and it was twenty after.  She smoothed her skirt again.  It was a black and white checkered pleated skirt and so damn short, it barely covered her ass.  She’d bought it yesterday while shopping and she hadn’t even come out of the change room to show Jane.  It wasn’t like she was going to wear it in public anyway.  No, this was purely for her own little fantasy.

What if Mark thinks it’s sick?  What if he thinks you’re sick?

She reached down and adjusted her white thigh-highs.  She’d had to buy those as well.  The white shirt she already owned.  It had shrunk in the wash and was way too tight across the tits.  She’d meant to donate it and never got around to it.  She studied the buttons before unbuttoning one more.  She was wearing a push up bra and her tits were practically falling out of the damn shirt.  She supposed that was the idea.

She touched the silver and purple collar around her throat before touching her hair a little self-consciously.  She had put it in two pigtails to complete the school girl look.  When she’d stared at herself in the mirror in her bedroom, she’d been both amused and a little turned on by her costume. 

She studied the desk in her office.  Before getting dressed in her outfit, she had cleared everything off the desk.  Well, almost everything.  Her gaze dropped to the wooden ruler lying in the middle of the desk and her nipples hardened as an almost painful cramp of pleasure flooded her lower belly.

The front door slammed, and her pulse ratcheted back up to scared squirrel levels.

“Ames!  I’m back!”

“In the office,” she called.

She hurried to the whiteboard she had set up in her office.  She eyed the sucker she’d grabbed from the kitchen cupboard before unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth.  If she was going to try and live out this fantasy, she might as well go full throttle, right?

She picked up the whiteboard marker and began to write under the lines that were already there.  She could hear Mark’s footsteps in the hallway and she tried to control her breathing as her hand trembled.  Her usual neat handwriting was a barely-legible chicken scratch at this point.

“Hey, Ames.  Did you eat?  Do you want…”

She turned, put her hand on her hip and pulled the sucker from her mouth before pouting at him.  “Mr. Stanford, you gave me too many lines.  It’s not fair.  My hand hurts.”

There was a moment of perfect silence as Mark looked her up and down.  She tried not to fidget and popped the sucker back into her mouth as Mark’s gaze dropped to the desk.  He stared at the ruler before lifting his gaze to hers.

Every muscle in her stomach and pelvis tightened and then loosened at the look of pure lust in his eyes.  The crotch of her white panties dampened, and she almost abandoned her little fantasy right there and begged Mark to fuck her.

Instead, she sucked on her sucker as Mark leaned against the doorjamb and studied her mouth.

“It isn’t fair, Sir,” she said again.

He didn’t reply, and she could feel sweat breaking out on her forehead.

Please, Mark, oh please, be into this.  Please, please, please.

Mark shoved his hands into his pockets and walked into the office.  “You misbehaved, Ms. Dawson.  Misbehaving means punishment.”

“But writing a hundred lines is stupid.  It’s gonna take me forever and I’m supposed to meet Jenny at the mall in, like, an hour,” she said as he leaned against the desk and folded his arms across his broad chest.

She sucked enthusiastically on her sucker before stepping toward him.  His gaze dropped to her tits and she ran one finger across his broad chest just above his crossed arms.

“Maybe we could think of a different punishment, Mr. Stanford?”  She gave him a coy smile as he raised one eyebrow.

“What did you have in mind, Ms. Dawson?”  He pulled the sucker from her mouth with a low pop and dropped it into the trash can.

“Well,” she licked her lips and traced her fingers over his crossed arms and down his flat abdomen.  “Maybe I could, you know, do something for you.”

She stared at the way his pants tented at the crotch. Before she could touch his dick, he caught her wrist and squeezed hard.

She gasped and pouted at him.  “Ouch, Sir.”

“What are you trying to say, Ms. Dawson?”

She crinkled her nose at him.  “I could, you know…”

“No, I don’t know.  Clear communication is important.  Wouldn’t you agree, Ms. Dawson?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“Then be clear.”

“I could,” a nervous giggle escaped from her lips, “I could, like, suck your cock for you.”

His nostrils flared, and his hand tightened around her wrist.  “Excuse me?”

“I could suck your cock,” she repeated in a low voice.

“I’m your teacher, Ms. Dawson.”

“Yes.  But I, like, turned eighteen two weeks ago, Sir.  So, you know, you wouldn’t, like, get in trouble or anything.”

A cold grin crossed his face and she shivered and tried to tug her wrist free of his grip.  He refused to let her go, instead pulling her closer until the tips of her breasts brushed against his hard chest.

“Do you really think I would accept an offer of cock sucking from one of my students, Ms. Dawson?”

“I – I don’t know,” she whispered.

“How many cocks have you sucked?”

She flushed bright red at his question and looked at the floor.  “I don’t, I mean…”

His hard hand gripped her chin and forced it up.  “Answer me.  How many cocks have you sucked?”

“One,” she said.  “I sucked Evan Thorne’s cock after the football game.”

He laughed derisively, and new shame flooded through her.

“Let me guess.  You sucked Evan’s cock and he followed you around like a little puppy dog for weeks after that, doing whatever you asked him to do.  So now you think getting on your knees and wrapping those soft little lips around a dick is the perfect way to get the boys to do what you want.  Is that right?”

She tried to pull her head free, but he refused to let her go.  “Answer me, Ms. Dawson.”

“Yes!”  She said.  “Yes, I do, Sir.”

He cupped the back of her head and she moaned helplessly when he put his mouth to her ear and his warm breath washed over it.

“There’s only one problem with your plan, Ms. Dawson.  I’m not a boy.  Offering to suck my cock isn’t going to make me forget that you’ve misbehaved, or let you leave this room without punishment.”

“Please, Sir,” she moaned and tried to touch him.  He grabbed both of her wrists in a hard grip and pushed her back.

“You will finish your punishment, Ms. Dawson.”

He released her wrists and pointed at the white board.  She glared at him and reached for the marker.  Before she could resume writing lines, he said, “Of course, I do understand the importance of honouring your commitments.”

She swung around and gave him a suspicious look.  “What do you mean, Sir?”

“You’re meeting your friend in an hour.”

“I’m supposed to be,” she said sulkily.  “But I’ll never finish this in time.”

“True, you won’t,” he said.  “But I’m willing to offer a different punishment.  One that will be much quicker and allow you to meet your friend like you promised.”

“What type of punishment?”

He picked up the ruler and her insides cramped with pleasure.  He tapped it thoughtfully on one hard thigh.  “Have you been spanked before, Ms. Dawson?”

She backed up a step, her hands automatically reaching down to cover her bottom.  “No.  I – my parents don’t believe in it.”

Another smile of derision. “Of course they don’t.  Their perfect little princess would never do anything to deserve a spanking.  Would she?”

She crossed her arms nervously over her torso as he stood.  There was an armless, straight-backed chair in the corner of the room and he picked it up and brought it over.  He sat down and smiled at her.  “You can continue to write lines and miss your chance to hang out with your friends, or you can be spanked and join your friends.”

She chewed at her bottom lip before staring at the lines on the whiteboard. 

“Make your choice, Ms. Dawson.  I don’t have all day.”

She worried her bottom lip again.  Owen Kipten was going to be at the mall and she’d had a crush on him for months.  So did Jenny.  If she didn’t show up, Jenny would be all over Owen and she was a total slut.  She’d probably fuck him in a change room at the mall or something, and Amy would lose her chance with him.

“Okay,” she said in a low voice.

“Okay what, Ms. Dawson?”

“I – I’ll do the spanking.”

She approached him cautiously and he patted his lap.  She blinked at him.  “You want me to bend over your lap, Sir?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Uh, okay.”  She started to lean over him, and he shook his head.

“Your panties, Ms. Dawson.”

“Uh, what about them?”

“Pull them down.”

She backed up a step and gave him a horrified look.  “What?  No, I can’t do that!”

“You offered to suck my cock, Ms. Dawson, but balk at me seeing your bare bottom?”

She flushed.  Her nipples were hard pearls in her bra and she was feeling hot and uncomfortable and turned on all at the same time.

“Do I have to, Sir?”  She whispered.

“Yes.”

She bit her lip and reached under her skirt.  His eyes flared with dark lust when she pulled her plain white cotton panties down.  They were only mid-thigh when he held his hand up.  “That’s good.  Come here.”

She shuffled forward and took a deep breath before bending over his lap.  She tried not to touch him, but he pushed on her lower back with his hard hand and she fell against his thighs with a small ‘oof’.

His erection dug into her stomach and she took in another deep lungful of air as his hands lifted the back of her skirt and the cool air hit her naked ass.  She eeped in surprise when his hand wrapped around one pigtail and tugged.  She turned her head.  He released her pigtail and held out the ruler to her.

“Hold this, Ms. Dawson.”

She took it with a trembling hand and turned her gaze back to the floor.  Her entire body jerked when he slapped her right ass cheek and he steadied her with one hand on her lower back.

Without speaking, he spanked each cheek repeatedly.  She cringed and moaned, trying not to wiggle, and failing miserably.  He spanked the back of her thighs, just below her ass and she cried out and tried to push his hand away with her free hand.

He caught it and twisted it behind her back.  “Try to stop me again and you’ll get extra spankings.  Understand, Ms. Dawson?”

“Yes,” she said.

He spanked her hard.  “Try again.”

“Yes, Sir!”  She cried out.  “I understand, Sir.”

“Good.”  He released her hand.  She let it drop down and gripped the leg of the chair.  She squeezed it and the ruler in her left hand as he spanked her until her skin was bright red and her ass and upper thighs were throbbing.

When he pushed his hand between her thighs and touched her pussy, she squealed in alarm and tried to climb off his lap.  He kept her pinned to his thighs and parted her pussy lips to push two fingers deep inside of her.

“Mr. Stanford!  You shouldn’t touch me there,” she cried desperately.

“You’re very wet, Ms. Dawson.  You seem to be enjoying your punishment.”

“I’m not!”  She cried.  “I’m not!”

He rubbed her clit and she shrieked and writhed against his fingers.  Already she was so close, and she made a pleading noise when he pulled his hand away.

“The ruler, Ms. Dawson.”

She stared at it in her hand.  Her ass was already burning and suddenly the idea of being spanked with the ruler was not nearly as appealing. 

She turned her head, tears dripping down her cheek and into her ear.  “I’ll be a good girl, Sir.  Please don’t spank me with the ruler.”

His smile was somehow both cold and reassuring.  His hand rubbed her burning ass.  “The ruler, Ms. Dawson.  Don’t make me ask again.”

Her hand shaking, she handed him the ruler.  He patted her bottom as she faced the floor and closed her eyes.  The first spank with the ruler made her squeal.  She clutched the chair legs with both hands and squeezed her eyes shut as tears streamed down her face.  He spanked her repeatedly, each slap of the ruler leaving a burning strip of pain across her flesh.

When he spanked her upper thighs with the ruler, she buried her mouth in the crook of her arm and screamed.  He spanked her upper thighs four more times before stopping and rubbing her ass and thighs.  When her heartbeat had slowed he spanked her ass again, the sound of the wooden ruler hitting her flesh very loud.

He stopped again and pushed his hand between her thighs.  His fingers rubbed and pinched her clit and she screamed again.  This time it was a scream of pure pleasure.  He grunted in surprise when she climaxed all over his leg, her entire body shuddering and bucking against his lap.

She collapsed against his lap, her head hanging down and gasping for air as spasms shook her pussy and her legs twitched.  She could barely stand when he helped her up off his lap and she swayed on her heels.  He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue past her lips and tasting every part of her mouth.  His other hand yanked at her blouse.  Buttons popped off and rolled across the office floor as he shoved her shirt down her arms and reached for her bra clasp.  He unhooked it and yanked it off her body before squeezing and kneading her breasts.

Her ass and the back of her thighs were burning but she didn’t protest when he turned her around and pushed her roughly over the desk.  She rested her hot cheek against the smooth wood, listening to his harsh pants and the sound of his zipper.  He crowded up against her, pushing her legs apart with his hard thighs as he shoved her skirt up around her waist.  She cried out as the pressure of his hair-rough skin rubbed against her sensitive skin.

He lifted her hips, spread her legs even farther until she could feel her underwear digging into her thighs and plunged his cock into her tight warmth.  She cried out again, her pussy clenching around him.  Each stroke was pleasure and pain as his pelvis smacked into her painful ass and legs.  It didn’t stop her from meeting each of his thrusts with a hot eagerness.  The desk scraped across the floor as she pounded into her and she screamed his name and came again when he reached under her and rubbed at her clit.

His cock swelled, thickened, stretched her with every single stroke and he gasped her name before coming deep inside of her.  He thrust back and forth as her pussy squeezed him tight.

When he collapsed against her back, his breath hot on her flesh and his heart pounding against her spine, she made a weak laugh.  “You okay back there?”

“Jesus,” he rasped, “that was the best fucking fantasy ever, Ames.”

She laughed again.  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.  Can you get off me though?  You’re kind of heavy.”

“Fuck, sorry.”  He eased out of her and steadied her when she straightened and immediately wobbled on her heels.

He pulled his pants up as she kicked off her heels and shoved her panties the rest of the way down her legs.  She stepped out of them.  He cupped her head and pulled her into his arms.

“Thank you,” he said.  “That was unfuckingbelievable.”

She kissed his throat.  “It was really good.”

He laughed hoarsely.  “Yeah, good doesn’t even begin to describe it.  Turn around, baby.”

She turned, and he lifted her skirt to look at her butt.  “Let’s get an ice pack and the aloe vera gel.”

She gave him a nervous look.  “Ice pack for my butt?  How bad is it back there?”

“Not that bad, but you are going to bruise this time,” he said.  “The ice will help with any swelling and maybe minimize some of the bruising.  Go to the bedroom, Ames, and I’ll grab the ice and bring it to you.”

“Are you – I mean, are you staying the night?’  She asked.

He cleared his throat.  “I stopped at home after my meeting and picked up some fresh clothes and toiletries.  But, uh, I don’t have to stay if you don’t - ”

“I do,” she said.  “I want you to spend the night with me.”

“Okay.”  He kissed her.  “Bed now, I’ll be right there to do aftercare.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.