Crumbled Walls 2

Trembling with anticipation, Natasha shed the rest of her clothes, leaving only her sheer thigh-high stockings and heels. She bent over the desk obediently, arching her back deeply, presenting her glistening pussy and tight ass like an offering. The cool wood pressed against her heated breasts and stomach. Benson's sharp inhale was audible.

From a hidden drawer, he pulled a sleek black leather flogger, the strands whispering menacingly as he tested it. "You'll take this beautifully, won't you, baby? Count every strike."

The first lashes were teasing caresses across her shoulders and back, building heat. Then the intensity rose rhythmic, thudding impacts that painted her ass and thighs in glowing red welts. Each strike sent electric jolts through her body, pain blooming into liquid fire that had her pussy dripping down her thighs and her moans growing louder, filthier. The sharp crack of leather against skin mixed with her cries and the wet sounds of her arousal.

By the time her ass glowed like fire, Natasha was a trembling, desperate mess. Benson dropped the flogger with a clatter and knelt behind her. His strong hands spread her cheeks wide, and his tongue attacked with savage hunger lapping greedily from her swollen clit to her puckered asshole, sucking and tonguing her most intimate places with obscene, wet noises. Two thick fingers plunged into her dripping cunt, curling mercilessly against her G-spot while his thumb pressed and circled her clit. A third finger stretched her wider. Natasha shattered violently, squirting hard against his tongue with a raw, guttural scream that echoed through the office, her juices coating his chin and the desk.

Benson rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his thick, veined cock freed and throbbing. He rubbed the fat, leaking head along her soaked slit teasingly. "Beg, Natasha. Tell me how badly you need your boss to ruin you."

"Please, Sir fuck me hard! Split my pussy open. I've dreamed of your cock destroying me on this desk for so long. Claim me, own me!"

He slammed into her in one brutal, balls-deep thrust. The stretch was exquisite, burning pleasure that tore a loud scream from her throat. Brad fucked her with merciless power, hips snapping like a piston, the heavy desk creaking and shifting under the force. One hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back sharply; the other delivered stinging spanks to her already tender ass in perfect rhythm. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room alongside her broken moans and his growled filth.

"Such a tight, greedy cunt. Milking me like you were born for this," he rasped, pounding deeper. "Say it-who owns this pussy?"

"You do, Benson! Sir my pussy belongs to you! Fuck, I'm yours!"

He pulled out, spun her onto her back, and bound her wrists tightly above her head with his silk tie, securing it to the heavy brass lamp. Climbing onto the desk, he fed his glistening cock into her eager mouth, fucking her throat with deep, controlled strokes until tears streamed down her cheeks and saliva dripped from her chin. Pulling free, he folded her legs high and wide, driving back into her soaked pussy with renewed savagery. The angle hit her cervix perfectly with every thrust.

From the drawer, he attached weighted nipple clamps. The sharp bite made her cry out and clamp down around him like a vice. He fucked her through wave after wave of shattering orgasms her body convulsing, pussy gushing, screams raw and unrestrained. Finally, with a deep animalistic roar, Benson buried himself to the hilt and exploded, flooding her clenching depths with thick, endless ropes of hot cum. He kept thrusting, pushing his seed deep, marking her completely.

After removing the clamps and soothing her nipples with gentle licks and sucks, he untied her wrists and carried her to the leather sofa. His touches turned tender strong hands stroking welts, whispering praises as he held her close. The powerful man who commanded empires now cradled her with surprising care.

"You were exquisite," he murmured against her damp hair. "But the night isn't over. The playroom awaits for your complete surrender."