I couldn’t keep my eyes shut when his tongue dipped into my ass. It was so intrusive, so unexpected, so shocking, so perfect a sensation that my eyes went wide and I let out a deep moan that didn’t sound as if it came from me.

I had been on edge from the minute I’d walked into the study. He sat behind the desk like the master of the universe, any boss employee fantasies I’d ever had became wrapped up in that perfect form of his.

The shame and neuroses that had plagued me before didn’t vanish entirely. They just became so small at the sight of him that they were easier to control. I told myself I wasn’t a bad person, I was just an obedient one. All I had to do was obey him, this boss of mine.

He wasn’t working for me. I was working for him. It all made sense when he told me that. His confident manner, the fact he seemed to know everyone, his amusement when I had tried and failed to discipline him. He was a billionaire too. No wonder he lived in a bloody castle. He probably owned about half of Scotland too, just for somewhere to go for a weekend stroll.

Everything slotted into the right place. He was in charge. I didn’t have to worry about making the wrong decision, about doing something shameful, something to be embarrassed about. All I had to do was give up control, do what he said. It was a liberating feeling, a weight lifting from me as he sat there talking about the contract, about me.

When he mentioned spanking it was the easiest thing in the world to be honest, as if I’d never had a problem with telling him the truth, with admitting who I was. Maybe it was the desk doing it, maybe it was his manner, the fact that fate had given me a second chance, a shot at getting this right.

I did everything he asked without hesitating. He told me to close my eyes. I did so, my other senses immediately heightened.

I heard him moving, the sound of his chair scraping so much louder than I was expecting. Then he was walking around the desk, brushing past me, standing so close behind me I could feel his breath on my neck. It was soon followed by the lightest of kisses, the heat of his body on my back, his arms around my waist, sliding slowly up my chest, making my nipples hard and yearning for him to touch them, to ease the ache within me. As he kissed my ear, I shuddered with need, wanting him more than ever. How had I ever doubted that this was right?

He told me to take off the dress. I obeyed at once. I still felt shy as I had last time but there was a new confidence in me. I was doing it to please him. I wanted to please him, to prove to him how submissive I could be.

Once the dress hit the floor, I felt exposed but happy, an odd combination of emotions that was increased when he told me to bend over the desk. I pushed my ass out towards him, hearing his breathing change as he watched. I was glad to have his attention on me.

He spanked me.

It was a stinging pain and intense feeling of lust that rose up in me with each blow. I was a bad girl. I needed punishing. I deserved this.

My nerve endings came to life, waking my entire body as if it had been asleep up to now. Then he simply stopped. I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t sure what was happening but all of a sudden, his hands were between my legs, stroking my thighs, making my pussy wetter than ever. I pushed back against his hand but he ignored the pleas of my body, of my soul.

He dipped his tongue into my ass. I almost collapsed on the floor from the sensation. It was only for a moment because then he was turning me round, lifting me onto the desk, sitting me on the edge, my legs open, his body between them.

His lips were on mine a moment later. I hadn’t expected it. He kissed me passionately, as if we were the only two people in the world and this was the only way to remain alive, as if he might lose me the moment he stopped.

His tongue slid into my mouth, entwining with mine, bonding us together in lust. I ran my hands over his back, feeling his need for me growing stronger with every passing second.

He pulled away from the kiss all too soon but then there were more, on my face, on my neck, down my chest. He sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth but all too briefly. Then he moved down further, over my stomach, reaching my pussy as he knelt between my legs.

I felt his hot breath and then he kissed me there, turning me into his eternal sub. I could never want another man again, not after that expert touch of his mouth on my pussy.

The tip of his tongue explored my folds, his hands sliding over my legs, finding my entrance, dipping into me, pushing a finger deep into my wetness, his tongue on the one spot I needed it most.

At first, it was almost too much to take. He seemed to realise, easing his movements before picking up speed again, matching the motion of his hand to his tongue. The finger inside me made me groan with need and then his lips were on me, kissing, sucking, licking, tormenting and pleasuring me in equal measure. I rocked against his hand, it was all becoming a blur of pleasure and I knew what would happen if he kept going.

“I’m going to come,” I muttered, rocking harder against his tongue, grinding onto his face.

“Ask me for permission,” he said, pausing for a moment. “You cannot come without my consent.”

“Please,” I said, so close, I could feel it. “Please, let me come.”

“Come for me,” he growled, plunging his finger all the way in, his tongue back on my clit, flicking it in lightning fast movements. I lasted only another few seconds before an orgasm tore through me like nothing I’d ever known. For a second, I wasn’t even in the room, I was somewhere far above it, floating in the clouds.

My whole body tensed up, every muscle in me rigid, my back arched in place, his tongue still moving but lighter, knowing intuitively I could take no more.

I let out a cry as I came and the noise awoke a hunger in him that couldn’t be contained.

He stood up, pressing his lips to mine, sucking the gasps of my climax from me, taking them deep into his lungs. He was fighting his clothes a second later, desperate to get them off.

Then he just stopped. “Look at me,” he said.

I opened my eyes, seeing him naked for the first time. His body was magnificent, muscles, tattoo on his right arm, a Celtic design. Then down his body and oh my, between his legs was a throbbing rigid cock that would never fit in me. I was sure of that. It was just too big.

“Kneel,” he said, walking over to an armchair in the corner and sitting down, looking at me expectantly. “Kneel on the floor.”

I did as he asked, trying to control my breathing, not wanting to stare at his cock with such hunger in my eyes but unable to stop myself.

“Crawl over to me.”

I moved on all fours. It should have been humiliating but instead I basked in his arousal, knowing what this was doing to him. When I reached him he smiled. “Keep crawling.”

I realised what he wanted me to do and I grinned too. Another shuffle of my knees and I was between his legs, plunging my mouth over his waiting cock, taking him deep into the back of my throat. I only slid off him when I needed a breath, gasping for air before sliding my tongue around the tip, slapping it over my lips, gripping the shaft tightly with both hands, my fingers barely meeting around the sheer girth of the thing.

“Sit on me,” he said, pulling me upright, moving me impatiently onto his lap. I sank down onto him, his hand on his shaft, guiding the tip up into me. Somehow I widened enough for him to fit inside and then I was impaled on his length, my legs dangling either side of his, my hands on his chest, feeling those muscles of his for the first time, wondering how I had lasted so long without giving in to him. It was even better than I'd dreamed it might be.

He lifted my hips and lowered them as if I weighed nothing at all. At first I could do nothing but feel the sensation of it in me. My pussy felt so full, so gloriously stretched by him, it was the most exquisite feeling, a slight pain with incredible pleasure, just like being spanked but even more intense.

We kissed as I started to rock on him, grinding down against him, his fingers on my clit, bringing me to a second orgasm within a minute. It struck me hard, making me grip him tightly, draw him deeper into me.

“Stand up,” he said as my climax died down.

I didn’t want to get off that magnificent cock of his but I had to obey him. I did as he asked, standing on shaking legs and panting slightly.

“On all fours,” he said. “Crawl to the desk.”

I didn’t get far. As soon as I started to move, he was behind me, his hands on my hips. “I can’t resist you any longer,” he said, plunging his shaft back into me, drawing me onto him.

I let out a shriek of delight. “Fuck me,” I said as he teased my pussy by hovering at the entrance, just dipping in and out, going no further. “Please fuck me.”

“You came without asking,” he said, his hand smacking down on my ass a second later. “You don’t get rewards when you misbehave.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I replied. “Please fuck me. I won’t do it again, I swear.”

He let out a chuckle and slid a little deeper into me. “Consider this a warning.”

He spanked me again before plunging all the way in, filling me to capacity. There wasn’t a single inch of room to spare inside me, he spread and stretched me more than I thought possible. Wetness was dripping from me as he rocked back and forth, the noise of it filling the air. I moaned into the carpet beneath me as I reached between my legs, finding my clit, trying to ease the need it sent out to me to be touched, to come again, my body greedy for more.

“Please can I come,” I asked, my voice muffled by the carpet. “Please let me come.”

“Come for me,” he said, suddenly slamming into me so fast the air was pushed out of my lungs. I couldn’t do anything but feel it, his length driving home again and again until with an almighty scream, I came at the same moment he did. I felt his cock twitching inside me just as I came and my orgasm was accompanied by him spurting deep into me, filling me with his heat.

By the time my climax had faded, he was slowly sliding out of me, moving to sit on the chair once more as if nothing had happened. “Crawl to me,” he said, beckoning me over.

I moved slowly, my legs not taking the signals from my brain, as if I was drunk or half asleep. Eventually, I made it to him and he pulled my head to his leg, stroking my hair, smiling down at me. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice warm where it had been cold just moments ago.

“Thank you,” I said, glancing up at him, “Sir.”