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  “Green, definitely green,” Fiona said, rolling her hips in circles to get more contact on her ass, brushing up against his hand as well as the front of his pants. “Please keep going. I like it.”

  Vince brushed some of the hair away from Fiona’s face, pausing to rub the top of her back and then skim his hand down her spine, until he hovered over her ass again. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured into her ear, his teeth coming out to slide against the oversensitive nerve endings along the top of her neck. “I’ll be merciful. This time.” Crack. His hand slapped against the meaty flesh of her ass, right before rubbing over the sore spot, kneading her skin with his knuckles. The next second, he suddenly bent her over the desk, shoving her face down onto the hard surface while her ass protruded further into the space between their bodies. “Jesus, you look so fucking delicious,” he muttered before smacking his hand against her ass again, harder this time, making Fiona moan a little under her breath. She thought she had been quiet about it, but he must have heard her, for the next second, he said, “Yeah, let me hear you. Let me hear you, you bad little girl.”

  “I like this. I like this a lot, sir,” she whispered, rotating her hips slightly in the air, trying to entice him to touch her more.

  Vince’s hand landed, much more softly than before, on the bottom of her back, rubbing firmly until the last little bit of tension in Fiona’s body evaporated before he dipped lower, grabbing onto her ass again. “You’ve got such a nice ass,” he whispered, leaning over her body again to whisper directly into her ear. “So fucking thick.” Crack. He slapped her again, harder than ever, making her ass sting hotly before he raked his nails down her oversensitive flesh.

  “Mm, oh,” Fiona whimpered softly, biting down into the skin of her own arm, just to have something to hold onto as Vince pulled away from her. She heard some vague shuffling noises, and her spine went stiff with anticipation and nervousness as she awaited Vince’s next move. Maybe he was getting his cock out to press into her… Fiona shivered on the desk, gripping the sides of it harder for leverage as she waited for Vince to fuck her.

  But his cock didn’t arrive. Instead, there was a long, protracted moment where nothing happened, where only the chilly air around her hit her naked body, causing her to whimper lowly and press her body harder against the desk. “Red, yellow, green?” Vince asked from somewhere behind her.

  “Green,” Fiona answered automatically. She didn’t realize she felt that way, confident in whatever Vince was doing, until the word left her mouth. All the same, her body began trembling, her fingers shaking even as they clutched onto the desk for dear life.

  Then, Vince draped himself over her, shoving his hand underneath her body to pull her closer to him. “Come here,” Vince grunted into her ear, wrapping his arms tightly around her torso to pull her up until her head leaned against Vince’s shoulder. He turned his head to bite into the side of her neck, making her hiss and bite her lip to keep herself from crying out. “Get on your knees,” he grunted into her ear, pressing his hand on her back to push her back down on the desk.

  Fiona did as she was instructed, bracing her hands and knees on the hard surface of the desk, her feet hanging off the side and her head draped down between her shoulders, breathing raggedly as she waited for Vince to return. She heard some more shuffling on the other side of the room, but somehow, she knew that she shouldn’t turn around to see what he was doing. It was better this way, waiting with bated breath, her pulse pounding in her ears harder and harder with each passing second. Fiona’s hands collected sweat as they pressed onto the desk, her breathing getting shallower as Vince’s footsteps traveled back around to the area directly behind her. Her skin prickled with anticipation, goosebumps standing up on her arms and legs and ass as she heard Vince’s breathing begin to match hers. He’s excited, Fiona thought, biting down on her bottom lip to keep herself from grinning. He’s just as excited as me.

  Snap. “Oh!” Fiona cried out, her knees sliding a little against the wood of the desk as her body jolted forward in response to the sensation of something smacking against her ass. It wasn’t Vince’s hand, she could tell that much. Somehow, it felt harder and softer, firmer and gentler all at once. Vince’s hand reappeared the next moment, rubbing over the inflamed skin of her ass cheek before skimming its way up her back and then snaking around her body until it wrapped firmly around her neck.

  “You like this?” Vince whispered, squeezing at her neck, just enough so that she had to work a little harder to pant as forcefully as she was before.

  “Yes,” Fiona whispered desperately, drawing out the word like a moan, letting her neck relax into Vince’s grasp. “Yes, I really like it. Thank you, sir. Thank you for showing this to me.”

  “You’re welcome,” Vince said, laughing a little, sounding younger than Fiona had ever heard him before. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”

  Fiona didn’t know what to say or do in this moment. Things had become weirdly serious, strangely genuine. It didn’t feel like Vince was teasing her anymore or that he was playing a role. It felt like he was the same person as he was earlier in the day, in the office at his family compound. It was honestly a little terrifying, thinking that they were the same people as they were before they stepped into the playroom, that there wasn’t a clean separation between the two worlds they inhabited. Fiona blinked several times, breathing more slowly to get herself to calm down. She was tempted to say “yellow” or even “red” or “tangerine” to get Vince to put the brakes on their play, but she stopped herself before she could get a word out. She needed to see this through. She needed to prove to herself that she could do this, even just once, without surrendering, without giving up and admitting that she really was incapable of letting go.

  I can do this, she said to herself silently, arching her back to stick her ass further up in the air. I can fucking do this.

  “You’re so nasty, you know that?” Vince said, suddenly leaning over and licking the back of Fiona’s neck, dragging his teeth along the top of her back until she physically squirmed beneath him. “You’re such a fucking slut.”

  “Good slut or bad slut?” Fiona asked without thinking, the question leaving her mouth like an unstoppable train that had to be released. At the same time, her tone was teasing, joking, if only to cover up how badly she actually wanted to know the answer to that question.

  Vince laughed lightly, freely, like she’d said something hilarious, and she felt her whole body flush, probably going visibly red against the otherwise total blackness of the room around them. But her fears were assuaged when he pressed his lips gently against the skin behind her ear, licking lightly for a second before he whispered, “Good slut. Such a good slut. I’m so lucky to have found you.”

  “Thank you,” Fiona breathed in response, pushing her head back to nuzzle against Vince’s head, her arms trembling with the effort of keeping herself up and in place. But she didn’t let up, pressing down harder onto the desk to balance herself while Vince pulled back away from her body. Snap. Snap snap snap. Whatever tool Vince was using smacked against her ass four times in quick succession, making her skin sing out with pleasure and pain. “Jesus Christ!” Fiona cried out, screwing her eyes shut and exhaling sharply just to keep herself calm. Even though her mind was scrambling for something to hold onto, though, her body was perfectly content, her ass perking up higher in the air of its own accord, wordlessly asking for more contact.

  “Yeah, you take it really well. Such a fucking nasty bitch,” Vince said before smacking his tool against her ass three more times, pausing in between his motions to let her recover. Snap. Snap. Snap.

  “What are you…what are you using?” Fiona asked, turning her head to bite down onto her own arm, using the pain to anchor herself down into this moment, not letting her mind drift away into anything to distract herself from the pain and pleasure. She was a little nervous that she was breaking some unspoken rule by asking him what he was using, but she needed to know. The uncertai
nty was driving her crazy; she needed to be able to picture what was happening, to know what he was using to make her come apart underneath him.

  Vince’s hand returned around her neck, his teeth sinking down hard on top of her shoulder. “Ahh! Ahh, shit!” Fiona cried out, flinching under the sharp pain that was digging into her skin. Oh, God. Oh, God, I can’t fucking take it. I can’t fucking handle this. I’m not strong enough, she thought for a moment, but then the other, stronger voice inside her mind took over, inwardly berating her for her weakness. Yes, you can. You can do this. You can fucking take it. You can take whatever he gives you. What, are you going to let this man beat you? You’re going to let him prove that you can’t do something? Are you really that weak?

  No. She wasn’t weak. If Fiona knew anything about herself at all, it was that she was strong. She was tough. She was going to do this, if only to prove to herself that she could. But deep down, she knew it was more than that. She wanted this, for its own sake rather than as a test of her strength. She wanted to be taken apart, piece by piece by stubborn piece, until she was a pile of jelly on the desk, totally overwhelmed by the force of the sensations that Vince was wrapping around her.

  Vince began sucking on her shoulder, pulling at her flesh with his teeth and lips until she was whining like a pathetic animal. “Oooh, uhh, God,” she moaned out, beginning to roll her hips again in slow, wide circles that brushed up against the front of Vince’s pants. But after a few moments, Vince pulled back the lower half of his body, keeping his hand wrapped around her neck and his mouth attached at her shoulder this time, before smacking the still-unnamed object against her ass three more times, harder than before. “Shit!” Fiona cried out, her voice coming out hoarse and rough, her breathing becoming harsher and harder as Vince squeezed her neck with more force.

  “It’s a whip,” Vince said, raking his teeth down her spine, sucking along her bones before stopping right above her ass. “You like it?”

  “Yes,” Fiona replied, the answer leaving her mouth of its own volition. “Yes, I fucking like it. Thank you, sir. Fucking thank you. Oh, shit!” she cried out as he slapped the whip against her ass another few times.

  “Have you had enough?” Vince grunted, sliding his wonderfully sharp teeth back up her spine before nibbling at the back of her neck.

  Fiona was at a loss for words, licking her lips as she struggled to find an answer.

  “Hmm, sounds like you haven’t,” Vince said with a wry chuckle, rubbing his way up and down her back soothingly, his nails dancing along her skin until all of her cells relaxed, all of the tension from before dissipating like his hands had vacuumed up every last bit of worry from her body.

  Before Fiona could come up with a reply, Vince slapped his hand against her ass four or five times. She honestly lost count, totally consumed in the warm sensations radiating out from her ass, sending waves of pleasure deep down into her legs. She groaned and rocked her head back on Vince’s shoulder, letting her body relax into his, trusting that he would catch her. The next moment, the whip came back into play, but this time, it didn’t slap against her ass. Instead, Vince slid it against her ass, letting her feel the slick leathery feeling of the handle. Her body got to know the whip, the simultaneous firmness and softness of it. It was practically a feather tickling her, making her body relax under its touch. Fiona moaned lightly, sticking her ass further out until the whip slid in between her cheeks, making her gasp out in surprise. “You like that?” Vince whispered, kissing the back of her ear lightly.

  “Mm, I think so,” Fiona whispered back, lifting one of her hands up temporarily to brush some of the hair out of her eyes.

  Vince let the soft end of the whip brush up in between her ass cheeks for several long moments, making Fiona aware of nerve endings that she’d never felt before. She felt herself grow warmer and wetter between her legs. She spread her knees apart a little wider, giving Vince more space to play around. Fiona felt a little bit like she was being experimented with, like Vince was a scientist conducting a test to see how he could make her fall apart in the most efficient or effective ways.

  Just when she thought she got a handle on the new sensations between her legs, Vince’s mouth began sliding back down her body, pausing to lick at her shoulder-blades for a few seconds before sinking down her back. He finally reached her ass, but instead of sliding back up like he did before, Fiona felt his mouth gently slide down her ass, his teeth skimming along her sensitive, untouched flesh until she whimpered and groaned under her breath. “Jesus, fuck me,” Fiona breathed out, cutting into the silence of the room with a loud whine as Vince’s tongue slipped between her ass cheeks, dancing around her hole without ever actually touching it. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!” Fiona cried out, practically shrieking as Vince applied more pressure with his tongue, licking harder until her legs shook as if they were caught in a tornado. “Oh, my God, Vince, fuck!”

  Without warning, Vince reached his hand between her legs, finding her pussy and slipping the tips of two fingers inside. “Jesus, shit, oh, fuck!” Fiona moaned, letting her head flop down in between her shoulders, even as she dug her nails into the edge of the desk under her body, sweating so hard her hair was already getting wet. She felt like she was a running a marathon or doing a hardcore workout in the gym, every muscle in her body tensing, but she didn’t feel uncomfortable. She felt like this was what her body was meant to do, what it had been designed to do.

  “Yeah, open up for me, baby,” Vince grunted into her ass before he began sucking in earnest, pulling her cheeks between his teeth, making her groan out loudly before shrieking as he spanked the flesh of her ass with his free hand. Meanwhile, his fingertips moved in slow circles inside of her, as if he was just getting to know the feel of her, pressing up against her hot pink walls. “Yeah, you’re so fucking tight. I knew it. I knew it from the first moment I saw you.”

  Fiona’s whole body flushed again, all of her arm and leg hairs standing up at attention while Vince dug his fingernails into her ass, spreading her wider open as his tongue finally brushed up against her hole, moving around in circles. Jesus Christ, Fiona thought as she felt herself unclench, her body giving way to every motion of Vince’s fingers and mouth. Jesus Christ, this is so fucking dirty. This is so nasty. I’ve never done this before. But whatever shame she felt was lost in the lust that was overcoming every single cell in her body, heat radiating out of her spine, into every last bone inside of her. She couldn’t feel embarrassed. She couldn’t feel ashamed. Maybe that would come later, but for now, she was totally swept up in this moment, which stretched on and on and on, seconds blending together, each swipe of Vince’s fingers and tongue making her feel like she was born to do this.

  Vince shoved his fingers in deeper, up to the first knuckle, continuing to move around in circles, pressing up against her inner walls and pushing them open gently yet firmly. “So fucking hot. So fucking ready for me, aren’t you? You’re desperate for it,” Vince said as he pulled back a little from her ass, right before he sunk back in between her cheeks, biting at her flesh and sending sparks of hot sensation spiraling out to the other side of her body, embedding deep into her pussy.

  “Feels so good, so fucking good,” Fiona said back. She felt a little pinprick of anxiety appear in her brain, worrying that she was too loud in her exclamations of pleasure. “Can anyone hear me?” she asked in a rushed whisper, letting her fear spill out into her voice.

  “No, baby,” Vince replied, dragging his tongue along her hole for a moment before he pulled back again to speak. “This room is soundproof. I had it designed that way so you can scream as loud as you fucking want. In fact, I command you to be loud. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me!” Fiona screamed in response, the words ripping out of her like bombs whistling through the air. She had to scream. It was like her body was physically bound to Vince’s demands, her cells desperate to do exactly what he wanted. His desires became her needs, directive
s that she had to follow in order to survive.

  Vince laughed joyously, slapping the side of her body firmly but not enough to cause pain. Fiona sighed deeply and stretched her muscles out, spreading her legs apart wider and moving her hips in circles as Vince fucked his fingers deeper inside of her. Fiona could feel her own tightness, the way her body squeezed around him, urging him in deeper, her muscles quivering around him. “I’m going to fuck you, baby,” Vince whispered, licking a line along her ass before biting the lower part of her back, making her squeal a little and squirm under his touch. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

  Fiona groaned gutturally and arched her back, forcing her hips back and forth to drag Vince deeper inside of her. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, goddammit,” she grunted out, shoving her hips forward and back, over and over again, forcing Vince’s fingers in and out of her body. She felt her hole ache for him whenever his finger fell out of her, her wetness growing more and more, her hole getting hotter and hotter with every stroke of his fingers.

  “Are you ready?” Vince whispered, dragging his tongue from her ass, following her spine up to the base of her neck before biting the side of her throat. “Are you ready for me?”

  A shiver ran down Fiona’s spine, her arms and legs shaking as Vince licked at the area behind her ear. She knew that things had been relatively tame so far. Vince probably held back, not dominating her as thoroughly as he ordinarily would just because it was the first time. She felt a little warm in her chest just thinking about it. He seemed to care about her pleasure, only doing things that made her squirm and squeal and shake. But maybe if she consented to the actual fucking, things would change. Would he be rough? Gentle? And which did she want, really? She honestly didn’t know.