His hand fell heavy on the cheek of her ass and the sound of flesh striking flesh filled the room. He sat in his leather executive chair and she lay across his lap. Her clothes were piled in a heap beside his desk, save for her panties which were rolled down around her knees.
She was flushed. Her arousal was evident when his fingers explored her sex. When his hand moved she bit her lip, anticipating the next blow to her other cheek.
She enjoyed this game of cat and mouse. A little discomfort was a small price to pay for the pleasure of his fingers inside her. She wanted more, of course. But she knew better than to ask.
Minutes passed and soon her cheeks began to glow a warm shade of pink. She felt numb, but alive. There was an energy that coursed through her body as his fingers slipped in and out of her sex while his thumb stimulated her clit.
Her breathing became quick and heavy. She was getting close. She closed her eyes, trying to focus, but soon, the sensation of his touch was too much. Panting, she begged him for release. He placed his hand around her throat and held her down while his relentless stroking pushed her to the edge.
