Page 20 of Blow Me Away
Cooper suddenly pushed open a door, dragging her inside and closing it firmly behind them. He flipped the light on near the door, and once her eyes adjusted, she realized it was a small office. Elliott walked around the room, looking at the bookshelves before she settled behind the desk.
“There’s no getting out of this, huracà,” he told her, bringing her attention off the desk and over to where he sat. He was sitting in a chair, leaning all the way back with his arms resting on the sides. “Now, come here.”
She did as she was told, but she took her time, dragging a finger on the desk as she walked around it and over to where he was perched. She stopped directly in front of him, resting her butt on the desk as she watched him.
“Tell me what you want from me, sir,” she said, trying her best to hide her smile.
“I want you to lay across my lap,” he responded, a sly smile coming to his face as he saw the surprised look covering her beautiful features. “And take your punishment like the good girl that you are.”
Elliott’s face flushed as she hesitated, utterly turned on by the man before her. She pushed herself away from the desk and stood before him, eyeing him carefully. Cooper suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her into himself, sprawling her across his thighs and hiking her ass up in the air.
He slipped his hand under the slit of her dress, immediately finding her clit and rubbing it slowly. A light, audible moan slipped past her lips as his fingers trailed up and down her slit before he removed it, his hand now moving to her ass.
Cooper slid her dress up around her waist, exposing her bare ass. He suddenly landed a rough palm down on her right cheek and she gasped in surprise upon impact. She looked back and saw the smirk on his face as he admired the pink tint that came to her ass.
“I want you to count,” he told her, rubbing the redness as he looked down at her. “You better count each slap and thank me as you do so. If you don’t, I’ll add two more. Do you understand?”
She nodded. “What am I supposed to count to?”
“I’ll stop when I’m done,” he replied.
He roughly slapped her ass again, her back arching upon contact. “One. Thank you, sir.”
Cooper felt his dick twitch at her words, and he had to try his best to not let a moan escape. He loved having her like this—on his lap, her ass red, ready to do whatever he said. It still surprised him that she caved as quickly as she had, that she had let that dominant part of her be closed away.
“I can’t take this anymore,” he uttered after his seventh hit, Elliott squirming so much in his lap that he wanted nothing more than to take her right there on the desk. But he had a punishment to fulfill. “Get on your knees.”
She slid off his lap and onto the floor, kneeling between his legs as he unbuttoned his dress pants. He pulled his dick free, watching her with calculating eyes. Elliott stared back, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted.
“I want you to take my cock into your mouth,” he told her as if reading her mind. She nodded and reached a hand out, but he stopped her. “I said your mouth, huracà. No hands this time.”
She fought off a smile as she leaned forward, putting her hands behind her back as she placed her mouth around his cock. His head fell back at the contact as she pushed her head all the way down, his dick hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly and pulled back, beginning to move her head up and down the length of him.
Cooper brought both hands up and loosened his tie, pulling it off his neck. He put one hand on Elliott’s head, forcing her to take him in full as he leaned over to reach her hands. She gagged, unable to pull away as he was leaning over the top of her. He wrapped his tie around her wrists before sitting back, and Elliott pulled away to catch her breath.
“On the desk,” he demanded. She tried to stand but her dress was a little too tight and with her heels still on it made it almost impossible. He noticed her struggle and looped his arms through hers, helping her up to her feet. “Back to me.”
She turned around so she was facing the desk, and he hiked her dress up once more so it was around her waist. He helped her lay her chest flat on the wood, moving his hands back to her hips. Without warning, he slammed into her, and a loud moan escaped her lips.
“It’d be in your best interest to not disobey me, huracà,” he told her, quickening his pace as he fucked her. “I’ve told you what happens when you misbehave.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said through her moans, her hands clenching behind her back with the urge to grab something as he hit her g-spot with every thrust.
Cooper reached forward and fisted her hair in one of his hands, pulling her chest off the desk as he leaned down to her ear. “You are to tell me when you’re close, and you are not to come again until I say so. You remember the rules, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
He let go of her hair and laid her back on the desk, his nails digging crescent moons into her smooth skin. Moans of his own started to slip past his lips as his thrusts became slower but harder, not letting up as she squirmed underneath him.
Elliott’s legs began to shake, her orgasm closer with each effortless thrust. Her breathing became heavier as she let a stream of cuss words slip past her lips, and she fisted her hands together. “I’m so close,” she informed him, ready to scream his name as her ecstasy took over.
Instead, Cooper roughly pulled out of her and she groaned, irritated that he had stopped when she was so close. He grabbed her shoulders and lifted her off the desk, turning her around to face him. She stumbled a little but he kept his firm hold on her. He suddenly brought a hand up and gripped her throat, his brown eyes searing into her own.
“I told you this is a punishment,” he reiterated, moving so their lips were almost touching. “And you don’t get to come tonight.”
“Please,” she whispered, angling her head upwards so she was speaking against his lips. “Please let me come.”
Cooper tilted his head slightly, his resolve slipping for just a second before he tightened his grip on her neck. “Not a chance, huracà.”
