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Fulfill Me by
Victoria Blisse
Caitlyn is out to get what she wants and she desperately
wants Nick Casey, Star of Dobsons Digs the biggest soap on TV. She will do
anything to get into his life but one thing, one person always stops her. His
annoying yet handsome PA Mike.
But there is more to Nick and to Mike than she could ever
have first imagined. She ends up on a journey from one side of BDSM to the
complete opposite and all the time she’s just looking for the man who can make
her whole.
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“Yeah, I’m not enjoying it like I
used to, and I have other ways to bolster my income. I’ll let someone a little
younger and a lot less long in the tooth take over my place.”
“Wow, now
there’s a
scoop for the tabloids.” I laugh but Mike stiffens, and I realise it was a
silly joke to make.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Well it was a
joke. I’d
never ever—I just wouldn’t.” I trip over the words in my eagerness to make things
right.
“No, no you’ve gone too far.” His hand
squeezes my arm and his eyes don’t show the same anger as his words.
“You’re
going to have to be punished for speaking out of turn you impudent wench.”
Ah, now I know what he’s doing and the pit of my
stomach is rolling like a machine full of lottery balls.
“I’m so sorry, sir, please don’t punish me. I’ll watch my tongue in
future, I promise.”
“You will do
wench, but you still need punishing. Stand up.”
I jump up off the sofa
like I bounced up on a broken spring.
“Now young lady, follow
me.” He stands up and walks me back out into the corridor then across it to a
room I’ve
not been in before. One of many actually
from the length of the corridor and the doors along it. When the door swings
open, I can see clearly that it’s a study.
An old wood desk dominates
the middle of the room. It’s back faces a massive window which shines as black as Whitby
jet filled with the night sky. In one
corner of the room is a simple high backed chair with no arms. This is where he
chooses to sit down and after shutting the door behind me I stand before him.
“Now only a
young, foolish child would speak without thinking, so you’ll receive a childish
punishment. Over my knees now young lady.” I hesitate, biting my lip. “NOW!” He
barks, making me jump. “Don’t question me young lady, or you’ll not be able to sit down
for a fortnight.”
I concede and lower myself
awkwardly to his lap, the bottom of my clothed breasts rubbing the outside of
his thigh, my pubis pushing gently against the other. He quickly raises my skirt, folding it back
over my bottom then he rips down the satin black knickers beneath.
He rubs his hand gently over the curve of my
buttocks and I bite my lip, not wanting to moan out in case it enflames him
more. I’ve
never been spanked before but my cunt is wet and my nipples aching. However I’m not sure how much pain I
can take. The idea is pleasurable, but the practicalities of it all make me
anxious. I want to enjoy it, it’s obviously something he enjoys; I can feel his erection
against my stomach. But I just don’t know how much punishment I’ll be able to take.
Suddenly, the thought is
shocked from my mind as his usually soft hand slaps down with stinging
harshness. It shocks me but it isn’t too uncomfortable. The next slap
creates more heat than sharpness. I gasp and press my pubis forward trying to
escape the next slap. It burns and I really start to question how much I can
take.
It’s then that he gently
caresses my burning rump and I mewl like a contented kitty until he snaps his
hand back and slams it against my flesh several times in quick succession
making me yelp with the stinging pain.
His fingers skim over my
heated flesh then dip between my buttocks, tracing down between my thighs as
they fall open for him, dipping into the moisture pooling there and gently
teasing my clit.
“Such a horny
little slut, enjoying her spanking.” He tuts and slaps my buttocks hard once
more. I feel tears testing the corners of my eyes and want to yell out for him
stop but I hold it in while the next two slaps fall.
“Stand up,
wench.” He commands and I comply, though my legs feel shaky, and my knickers
are dangling between my knees, making it decidedly difficult to stand up and
keep my balance at the same time. He grabs my arm and drags me; well he never
gets far in front of me so it’s more like he’s roughly leading me actually, until we reach the hefty
desk. He kisses me and whispers in my ear. “You’re so fucking sexy, damn it.” He
presses me down against the cold hard wood until my cheek is lying flat against
its shocking coldness and my breasts are pressed down hard against the surface.
“Spread your
legs,” he commands and I stretch them as far as I can, which actually isn’t far with the knickers
hobbling me. Mike flips up my skirt exposing my still stinging buttocks to the
air and his eyes. His soft lips kiss the reddened flesh evoking a gasp at the
tenderness in the action. I close my eyes and wait for what will come next. I
hear the clink of a belt buckle, and hear him curse as he struggles to undo his
zip. I wonder if he’s having problems getting his hard on out. I could feel its
stirrings pressing against my stomach when he spanked me, and I know it’s a solid robust thing,
not made for bending or getting out of tight places. Getting into them; well
that’s a
whole different issue. The tell-tale crinkle of a condom packet heightens my
anticipation. I know he’s going to fuck me and I can’t wait.
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