Breaking His Rules (3 page)

Her pussy spasmed as she remembered his
threat
. He’d lift her skirt up and take her panties down. He’d
see
her. All of her. Panic rippled through her. He probably thought she was experienced and led a secret, kinky life where she got spanked like this all the time. The truth was, aside from a few light slaps to her ass from her last boyfriend during sex, she hadn’t really been spanked before. Sure, she fantasized about it day and night, and Mr. Mizenov had starred in many of her fantasies, but in real life she was a virtual kink-virgin.

Fears and questions reeled in her mind. How hard would he spank her? Would she be able to take it? Would experiencing a spanking make her as wet as reading about it did? She closed her eyes and more moisture seeped from her slit. Well, the waiting definitely made her wet. She was burning up, her clit throbbing harder and harder the longer she stood there bent over in front of Mr. Mizenov.

She felt him move to her side, and a firm hand rested on her lower back. “Bad girls get spanked on their bare bottoms, Amanda.” He lifted her skirt up, bunching it around her waist.

Oh God. This was really happening. Her clit pulsed again. Still turned on. Still wet. Positively soaking.

“These panties need to come down,” he said, tugging at the waistband of her silky pink bikini briefs. It had taken her thirty minutes to pick out panties this morning, and now they were being taking down in a split-second.

A warm hand cupped her left bottom cheek, squeezing. Amanda tensed up. Part of her was lost in denial that she was bent over his desk. It felt like a dream. Or more like one of her books. Except this was real life, and it was her story. All hers. She vowed to savor every second and relaxed her bottom, spreading her legs slightly.

“I’m going to turn this beautiful ass of yours bright red,” Mr. Mivenov said, his hand traveling to cup her other cheek, massaging and squeezing it like he owned her. After he finished groping her, he stood up straight and kept one hand pressed to her lower back. “Time for your spanking.”

The first slap knocked the air from Amanda’s lungs, though it wasn’t a hard slap at all. Again, his hand came down, smacking her ass. Again and again. The intensity of the blows increased gradually, and she realized he was warming her up.

He paused. “Your little butt is turning a lovely shade of pink. Are you sorry for being late?”

Her breath hitched. “Oh yes, Mr. Mizenov. I’m very sorry. Please. It hurts.” In truth, a sting had spread across her bottom, but it wasn’t all that unpleasant. Not only did she like it, but she wanted him to spank harder. To take her to the edge of tolerance. Her desire spiked with each slap, and she wanted more. So much more. All fear that she wouldn’t enjoy a real spanking fled.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you off easy, Amanda. You broke a rule and you must be punished like the naughty girl you are.” Smack! His hand cracked across her flesh, packing a bite that had her gasping and struggling to remain in position. He moved lower, covering her upper thighs with quick, sharp swats that left her whimpering.

“Am I getting through to you?” he asked in his oh so stern, thick Russian voice. “Are you learning something from this?”

“Yes, sir. I’m learning my lesson.”

* * *

The sight of Amanda’s reddened, bare bottom was one Ivan would never forget. He knew her ass hurt, but she’d accepted each slap like a good girl. A sense of power surged through him as he nudged her legs wider apart, intending to mark the insides of her thighs. Of course her new and improved position provided a better view of her pussy. She was trimmed, so smooth and nearly bare, the plump pinkness between her legs swollen and moist with evidence of her slick arousal. She glistened for him. He urged her legs wider apart still, and glimpsed her shy, puckering hole. With her bottom thrust up so high, he easily saw all of her. And he liked what he saw. She was beautiful, sexy, and had just submitted to his discipline.

He recalled the highlighted contents of the medical fetish stories on her e-reader and decided to push her limits. Leaning down over her, he put his mouth to her ear. “You looked a bit flushed when you got here today, Amanda. Were you feeling okay?”

She jerked her head at his question, obviously taken aback. He grinned as he straightened. She had no idea what he was planning. “Uh, yeah, I was feeling fine when I got here.”

“I’d like to be sure,” he said, rounding his desk to retrieve two items from his top drawer. He pulled out a jar of Vaseline and a thermometer – the slender, long kind that was the modern version of those old mercury thermometers. Digital wouldn’t do. Those were too fast. The one he held in his hand took three minutes to produce a reading. Three minutes she’d have the object poking out of her bottom hole, trembling as she waited for him to remove it.

“Are you really doing to…” Her voice trailed off when he opened the Vaseline. Fear flickered in her pretty blue eyes, but she didn’t move out of position or argue. He took that as consent – as desire, despite her anxiety.

“I want you to reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart.” He scooped a dollop of Vaseline up on his finger and arched an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to obey.

“O – okay,” she whispered shakily.

Ivan walked behind her with the thermometer in hand, watching as she complied, spreading and holding her bottom wide open. Her little hole pulsed, tempting him and calling up his darkest desires. To dominate her. To fist a hand in her hair and hold her down, fucking her hard from behind. To pull out of her pussy midway and fuck her tight little ass, even if she begged him not to.

He shook the thoughts away and focused on the task at hand – Amanda’s cute little quivering asshole. “Be a good girl and hold very still. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll spank you again, Amanda.”

“Yes, sir.”

With his Vaseline-coated finger, he swirled the ointment around her private entrance, nudging at her hole a few times and watching it pulse against him in response. Her soft whimpers filled the room, along with the unmistakable scent of her arousal.

“I’m going to press my finger inside you now to get you ready for the thermometer. Relax that pretty little hole of yours, Amanda. Stop squirming. If I have to spank you again, I will.”

“Oh!” Still bent over the desk, she arched up on her tiptoes at his more insistent intrusion. “Please, Mr. Mizenov. I don’t have a fever. You don’t have to do this.”

He smacked her thigh twice with his free hand. Her grip on her bottom faltered, but she managed to keep her cheeks spread and sank back down on her feet, submitting beautifully. Ivan slowly worked his lubricated finger into her snug hole.

“You’re being a very good girl,” he said, moving his finger in and out, but never going past his knuckle. Heat surged through him again at the thought of fucking her ass, so tight and so perfect. Or her pussy. He’d happily fuck her pussy too. Or her mouth. He wanted to use all of her holes. He wanted to have her all to himself. To command her and make her quake for him only.

A few more thrusts of his finger and Ivan had finished preparing her for the entrance of the thin thermometer. Of course prodding her with his finger hadn’t been necessary. His finger was significantly thicker than the thermometer, but he’d sure as hell enjoyed it. And by the little moans that escaped her, he was confident she’d found pleasure too.

“Time to take your temperature. Keep holding your cheeks apart, Amanda.” The thermometer slid in easily, but he took his time inserting it, pulling it out slightly a few times before pressing it further inside until it was fully in place. He moved her hands away from her mounds and placed them on the desk before stepping back. Scorching desire pulsed through him as he gazed down at Amanda. God, how he wanted to unleash his cock and thrust into her sweetness. She shuddered and shifted in place, but the thermometer remained poking up from between her reddened ass cheeks.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Two more minutes.”

She groaned.

“By the way, I can smell your pussy, Amanda. You’re soaking wet, aren’t you?”

Chapter 5

“Answer me, girl. Are you wet?” Mr. Mizenov’s deep voice penetrated to her very core, causing her pussy to quake once again.

“I – I…” Her voice stuck in her throat. Yes, she was positively soaking. Why did it embarrass her so much to admit it? And why oh freaking why did her embarrassment prompt another gush of fluid from her pussy?

“Answer me. Now.”

“Yes! I’m wet.” She buried her face in her hands, and the feel of his hands grazing her inner thighs accelerated her breathing. She had to fight the urge to grind against him and seek precious relief from his masterful hands.

“So naughty,” he said, tracing her outer lips, but not delving inside her wet warmth. His teasing frustrated her and propelled her arousal to dangerous levels at the same time. She was ready to plead. Ready to fall down on her knees and beg Mr. Mizenov to fuck her. To fuck her long and hard over the desk. To pound into her until she screamed his name as ecstasy pulled her under and she convulsed around his cock.

“Please,” she whimpered, lifting her ass in offering. “Please touch me, Mr. Mizenov. I – I want you to…” Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t say it.

“What do you want?”

“I want . . I need…” Oh God, why was it so hard to admit her needs out loud? It certainly wasn’t fear of rejection. She’d seen the bulge tenting his pants earlier and knew she wasn’t alone in her excitement.

“I’ll tell you want I want.” He groped her ass, reminding her of the thermometer’s presence in her hole. “I want to slam my cock into this hot little pussy of yours. Of course, if you have a temperature, I can’t in good conscience use you in this condition.”

“I don’t have a temperature.” Her tone was strained, high-pitched and urgent.

“Well, let’s find out. Shall we?”

Amanda’s face heated as he splayed her bottom cheeks apart with one hand. He drew the experience out, every movement slow and precise. She felt the thermometer being pulled from her asshole, and she couldn’t help but tense up as the slim object left her. She waited to hear his verdict, knowing she wasn’t sick, and knowing he already knew it. A smile formed on her lips as she anticipated turning the tables on him one day and teasing him until he almost went crazy.

“Looks like you don’t have a temperature after all,” he said.

Her heart sped up. Surely he’d touch her now. She peered over her shoulder, meeting his heated, questioning glare. He reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet, and realization dawned as he opened it up. A condom. He had a condom in his wallet.

“Shall I?” he asked, holding the square gold foil packet up in the air. His expression became unreadable as he awaited her response.

“Y – yes, Mr. Mizenov. Please.” She lifted her hips in invitation. “I need you inside me.”

She’d never seen a man unzip his pants and don a condom so quickly in her life. Not that she’d seen a lot of men perform this act, but compared to the handful of men she’d slept with, Mr. Mizenov had superhuman speedy powers.

Though she’d only been bent over the desk for a few minutes, Amanda felt like she’d spent hours in his office, waiting for this moment she’d fantasied about countless times. She cried out when he thrust hilt-deep into her wet center. His fingers dug into her hips, and he held her in place and began to fuck her with quick, deep strokes.

His brutality thrilled her, and he filled her up completely. She hadn’t gotten a good look at his cock before he slammed into her, but damn he was huge. Her walls stretched exquisitely around his thick length, and the pressure in her pussy built alongside a delicious twinge in her lower stomach.

“You’re so fucking tight, Amanda. God, I love your pussy.” Mr. Mizenov increased his pace and pounded her without mercy, slamming into her and hitting the sweet spot hidden deep within her walls, that spot no other man seemed to ever find. Oh yes. Mr. Mizenov had superhuman powers indeed.

The sound of crashing flesh filled the room, along with Amanda’s moaning and quick breathing. She cried out in frustration when his cock left her. But to her delight, he stood her up, spun her around, and pushed her back on the desk. The cool surface rubbed her stinging bottom, reminding her of the spanking she’d just endured at Mr. Mizenov’s hand. Their eyes locked, and he looked like a man possessed. She gulped and opened her mouth to speak, but his lips crashed down upon hers. Strong hands cupped her face, holding her in place while he took command of the kiss, their first kiss, and his tongue glided inside her mouth possessively. He growled and broke away to trail kisses down her neck, searing her flesh as she tilted her head back and became lost in the eroticism of the moment.

Mr. Mizenov knew how to fuck. He knew how to kiss. Oh yeah, and he knew how to spank too. Her insides fluttered as his cock pressed insistently at her inner core once more, prodding in her wetness. She parted her legs wider, and he thrust forward, filling her up.

He leaned into her, their bodies clashing as he spoke into her ear, his breath tickling her neck and sending delightful shivers down her spine. “You’re a very naughty girl, Amanda. So naughty. I should spank you again.”

* * *

Ivan teethed and sucked at Amanda’s earlobe, drawing little mews from her throat. Her scent, a mixture of soap and perfume and womanly essence, tantalized his senses and drove him to the edge of desire. As if their bodies were perfectly in tune, her pussy clamped down on his length, and her walls convulsed around him. Tight. So fucking tight and hot. She cried out, a lovely sound of relief and pleasure, and her nails dug into his shoulders. He couldn’t hold out a second longer. He exploded, his cock pulsing as he came hard within her tightness. Dark spots dotted his vision, and he closed his eyes as sharp waves of pleasure dissipated, leaving him spent and satisfied.

His heart felt huge as he held on to Amanda. Bit by bit, his senses returned, and he didn’t want to release her from his grasp. Likewise, she clung to him, and they remained locked together for a small eternity. At some point, their fingers became entwined, and he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, all the while gazing into her eyes.