I sat at my desk, trying to get some work done but mostly just flipping through tabs and stifling yawns. I checked my email for what must have been the hundredth time in an hour when my phone lit up next to me. I smiled and tapped open my messages.
Five minutes. Hands and knees.
There was a pause, and then another text appeared on screen.
Panties only.
My pulse quickened as I immediately stood and started to undress. It was embarrassing how much my body reacted to him. Seven words on a screen and I could already feel my cunt start to throb. I prayed that I’d be able to remove my panties quickly, but I had little hope that they wouldn’t be ruined within minutes of him walking in the door.
Sure enough, when Adam unlocked the front door a few minutes later, I felt my cunt fill with wetness as his eyes scanned my nearly naked body. I looked up at him but didn’t move from my hands and knees, waiting for his orders. He smiled and kneeled down, taking my chin in his hand. “Hello, pet.”
“Hello, sir,” I replied. He grabbed my hair and stood as I followed his movement, pushing up until I was just on my knees. I automatically reached up to undo his jeans, eager to get his cock into my mouth. Suddenly his hand in my hair twisted from a gentle pull into a powerful grip and he pushed me back on the ground. I cried out, mostly in surprise, and he stepped back away from me.
“Did I tell you-you could have my cock?” Adam asked.
“No sir,” I shook my head.
“Have you earned the right to suck my cock?” he continued, his voice low.
“No sir,” I said. I hesitated. “But wouldn’t you like—“
I didn’t finish my sentence before he again reached down to grab my hair, this time pulling me across the floor to the bedroom. I scrambled to get my balance and was half-dragged, half-crawled in front of my bed, where he grabbed me and threw me on top of the bed with my ass in the air.
“Don’t move,” Adam growled, as if I could have in that moment. I heard him open a drawer behind me and he returned with handcuffs, fastening my wrists together above my head. “If you can’t control yourself, then you shouldn’t use your hands at all.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I gasped.
“No, you’re not.” I could practically hear his smile. “Not yet.”
With no warning, his palm smacked across my ass, leaving behind a searing memory of the impact. My thin panties gave me little protection against him. I yelped and then shoved my face into the bed, trying to muffle my cry.
“What was that, slut?” Adam asked.
I paused, and then pulled my face out of the pillows. “One,” I said clearly.
“That’s right,” he said, and then spanked me again even harder. I bit my lip to keep from yelling.
“Two,” I called out, struggling to keep my voice level.
Another smack, another count. I fought to keep my screams out of my voice but by number twenty I was shrieking. Luckily, at that moment Adam stopped and turned me over so that I was sitting on the bed looking at him. My ass ached from the weight of sitting on it. My cunt was so wet that it was dripping out of my panties, sticking to my thighs. Adam traced his finger along my wet thigh and then put it in my mouth, making me taste how desperate I was for him.
“You like that, you little slut?” He smiled at me, looking up at him and sucking his finger. “You did a good job with that count. You’ve earned a reward.”
With that, he finally unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his beautiful cock. I sank off the bed onto my knees, my hands still bound together in front of me. I moaned as his cock parted my lips and I worked him deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. My tongue glided along his shaft as Adam grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to take him faster and deeper as he fucked my mouth. I could feel how close he was to cumming when he suddenly pulled me away from him. He again pulled onto the bed face down, but this time positioned his cock so that it was pushing against my panties.
My body flooded with pleasure and anticipation—and then frustration as he stopped. “Please,” I gasped.
“Please what?” he asked.
My cunt felt like it was on fire with wanting him. “Please fuck me, please sir, please fuck me and fill me with your cum!”
I heard him groan as he pulled aside my panties and plunged his cock into my cunt. I screamed with pleasure as he pounded into me, so wet that there was no resistance as he thrust deeper and deeper. Adam brought his right hand around and pressed it on my clit, almost making me cum instantly. I held on as he fucked me and rubbed my clit, the orgasm building in me until it had taken over every inch of my body.
But I knew the rules, and I managed to moan, “Can I cum, Sir?” as I teetered on the edge.
Mercifully, he was done punishing me. “Cum,” he commanded me, and my body convulsed as I seared with white-hot pleasure. I felt his hot cum fill me and my orgasm intensified even further, leaving me screaming and gasping.
When my orgasm finally subsided, Adam pulled out his cock. He quickly moved my panties back in place so that they were instantly seeped with his cum as if they weren’t soaked enough already. After he undid the handcuffs, I started to lean down to take them off, but he stopped my hand.
“Come on, get dressed,” he said. “It’s time to get dinner.”