His body presses against mine, his hands function as locks against his office door. His hot and cherry-tasting lips press against mine, sending my aching nipples to harden and my pussy to beg me to let him in.

           He grinds his body against mine, his hard cock pressing back and forth from my stomach to my pussy and even in clothes, I can feel how warm and hard he is.

           My pussy spasms, sending come to drench my panties and me to press my legs together. I whimper in the back of my throat and struggle to catch my breath.

           He peels his lips off mine. “I thought you said…”

           I slide my hand from his grip and quickly grab his belt buckle while my rapid breaths escape me. “Shut up and fuck me.”

           He looks at me deeply and intensely. “Are you sure?”

           “Dipshit,” I say jokingly. “You’ve been wanting to fuck me. Now I’m saying yes and you’re questioning it?”

           He exhales and looks at my hard nipples poking against my shirt. “Good point.”

           He’s quick to slide my pants down while I fight to unbuckle his belt. Both of our breaths are rapid as my pussy begs me to move faster. I can’t move any fucking faster!

           His pants slide down and he kicks them off. I do the same with mine and look around his office. “Desk?” I question.

           He nods. “However, you want it.”

           I smile. “Bend over.”

           His eyes widen with a feared confusion. “Fuck that.”

           I chuckle while my pussy is screaming at me to let him in. “How do you want me, Noah?”

           He flips his light off, revealing a darkened room with not much sunlight coming in from his window. He struts slowly around to his desk drawer while grabbing his pants from the floor. “Are you here for me or sex, Harper?”

           Confused, I shake my head, my eyes narrowing as he opens his desk drawer. “What do you mean? I don’t want to play games. I’m fucking soaked and I am craving you right now.”

           “You know what I mean, Harper.” He says as he slides his belt from his pants. “Are you here to fuck. Or are you here to fuck me.”

           Oh Fuck! I know exactly what he means, and not only has it made me wetter…but he’s going to do something to me he’s never done to his ex. I can fucking feel it radiating off him.

           I exhale a nervous and shaky breath while fighting to let myself trust him. “You, Noah. I’m here to fuck you.”

           His lips curl into a sinister smile. “Are you sure? Nothing bad will happen to you. And I think we both can safely say neither one of us is going to last long. But I want you to know I want you and you only. And I’m going to do something to you that I’m trained to do, but never got to do it on Ivy.”

           I close my eyes tightly, feeling nervous but so fucking horny I don’t care. “Yes, Noah. I’m going to trust you. But I swear to God, if you kill me, I’m coming back to haunt you.”

           He exhales an amused breath. “It’s not going to kill you.” He says while pulling out a small, thin rope from his desk drawer.

           I lean over his desk, my heart pounding and my pussy throbbing. “Why do you have rope in your drawer?”

           “Don’t worry about it.” He says softly while stepping around his desk, his cock so thick the darkness can’t even hide it. “I promise this won’t hurt, and it’s not going to kill you. But if things feel too much, just say Red.”

           I exhale, and my breath is even shakier. My heart pounds harder, but every part of my nervous body is allowing this. My pussy is so fucking hungry it’s like I don’t care what happens to me in the process of releasing this massive build up inside of me.

           He’s quick to carefully but tightly tie the small rope around my wrists. I jolt as the cold leather of the belt slides across my neck.

           Jesus Christ! What am I allowing?

           He carefully slides the belt into the loop and pulls. He keeps two fingers between my neck and the belt. One-click, two clicks, three clicks, four…

           “I’m going to pull.” He says so fucking shaky I’d swear he’s going to come the second he slides into me. “Just tell me Red or even tap a lot on the desk if it’s too much, okay.”

           I nod while my teeth grind tight together from my nerves. “Uhm-hmm,” I say so quietly it’s almost inaudible.

Is this what he gets off on? I mean, I am reading his book and there is similar shit in it, just not this.

I’m bent over his desk. My hands are tied, and a belt is wrapped around my neck. The belt is not tight at all, but all he has to do is pull, and it presses against my…

I’ve never!

I moan as he slides his thick cock into me. He grunts and exhales a shaky breath. He’s in, and he’s thicker than normal.

He thrusts, sending my body into a shaky, trembling, overly worked, fucking… I don’t even know! I’ve forgotten that I haven’t had sex or let myself ‘solo’ it either in the past month.

I moan as he slides back and thrusts hard into me. His pelvis slaps against my ass, rippling the pleasure across it.

My pussy spasms and wraps tightly around his cock as I come, my stomach pushing down and my teeth clenching tighter together.

His body hits against my tied-up hands and it sends a crippling feeling out of me, my hunger slowly getting fed by his warmer-than-usual cock.

“Remember to say red or tap.” He whispers while thrusting into me.

I feel the belt line against my throat, him pulling back, and my body trembling even more. I try to rest against his desk, but between my hands being tied and the belt pressing against my neck, I’m at an angle. And what’s more fucked up is the way the belt is pressing against me; it’s not choking as much as it’s making my body send my blood straight to my core.

He thrusts again, his moans growing louder as the belt tugs a little harder. I wouldn't say I like this. But I’m not against it either.

He slams into me, sending euphoric dopamine bombs to ripple along my ass and causing my pussy to tighten and release.

The belt tightens, bringing this sensation of uncertainty throughout my body. The way his cock pleasures me along with the fear inside of me is a cocktail of pleasure I’ve never experienced, and I like it but also am uncertain.

He’s in control, and I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting to have sex with him. I wasn’t expecting to be bent over his table, tied up and collared like a dog. But it’s working.

“Baby!” I cry out in pleasure as my body releases like a giant dopamine bomb. “Harder.”

My come trickles down my inner thighs as my heart races and my pussy massages his cock. My stomach spasms, and my legs feel like they could give out. My orgasm is so fucking powerful and it’s because of the way his belt presses against my neck.

His rapid breaths and moans turn into a loud gasp. “Fuck, Harper!” He moans. “A month. You’ve made me wait an entire fucking month. This is your punishment.”

Punishment?

I try to chuckle, but the belt pressing against my neck makes it difficult. “Punishment, sir? You’re the one…”

He tugs on the belt harder, shutting me up. “Did I say you can speak? My cock isn’t the only thing that can pleasure you. But this belt isn’t the only thing that can make you submit to me.”

A loud slap and painful sting causes my ass to ripple. I moan in pain. It’s too much. I’m getting to the point of saying red or tapping out. I’ve come and I can feel that orgasm sitting on the edge, ready to bust out of me. But the more he tugs the belt or the more he thrusts hard or slaps me, the more I feel that orgasm pulling away.

I rest my body on the table, letting the belt tug on my neck a little harder. My aching breasts rub against it, and my body fights against moving. I’m in a complete submissive position, and I never once thought about it until this very moment…weirdly enough, it’s bringing back that orgasm that wants to bust out of me.

He slides his hand to the inner part of my ass cheek, his thumb sitting on the edge of my ass. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I say, stopping him from sliding anything into it. “I don’t do anal.”

He chuckles between rapid and heavy breaths. “I wasn’t. I was just resting my hand, beautiful.”

And just like that, his thumb slips in the tiniest bit. My asshole is wet, and I never realized it. It’s like he’s pressed a button to release that wildfire of orgasmic pleasure from me. I release and so fucking hard my pussy is trying to push him out.

His cock throbs deep into me and I can feel his warm come fill me. His rapid breaths turn to silence, and the tightness from the belt releases from my neck.

His pelvis slams hard against my ass, creating ripples of pleasure to ride like a wave. My body leans against his, helping his slams thrust deeper into me.  

I cry out in a pleasurable moan as my body shakes and my eyes roll the slightest bit back into my head. I’ve never felt an orgasm like this in my life.

He slams again, his cock throbbing so fucking much it’s massaging my pussy walls, causing euphoric pleasure to flow through my veins.

I’m out of breath, my face feels sweaty, my hair is in my face, and I am tied up. A belt sits snugly around my neck, and I just let Noah come deep inside of me while not on birth control.

Now that I’ve released that much-needed feeling from my body, it’s like a light comes to shine on reality. My eyes have opened up. What the fuck did we just do?