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“Well you can start by not teasing me,” she says breathlessly as I blow air on her, making her writhe.

“I won't,” I say, parting her swollen flesh with my fingers, feeling her wetness roll down so that I have drops of her desire in my palm. “I will give you what you want. You only need to tell me.”

“I want you,” she says, aching for me to touch her. “I want you.”

“I know,” I say, my mouth hovering over her pussy. “But I want to hear the words, sweet witch.” I run my finger through her wetness and then I lower my mouth to lap at her.

God she tastes heavenly. I reach down into my trousers and bring out my cock, while she lets out a moan as I eat her completely, a ravenous man.

“I want to come,” she says. “I want you to make me come.”

I grin at how bold she's being. She's asking and taking and it feels good to give for once on her terms. I take my tongue and drag across her clit while I start pumping my cock into my fist, the heat and desperation building inside me.

I pull back, sliding my fingers of my free hand inside her tight hole. "Do you want to come on my hand? My tongue? My cock?"

"All of it, anything," she gasps, her head rolling back and forth on the desk.

"Then I'll give you all of it," I rasp.

With a grunt I thrust my fingers into her tight hole, finding all of her pleasure points in turn. My tongue swirls around her clit as my cock slides in and out of my fist, my hips rocking to the rhythm of her moans. I feel her body tense as she reaches a crescendo and then I release her, awash in a sea of pleasure. She shudders and cries out, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave and I keep my fingers deep inside her, working her hard as I pull back to watch. The way she clenches around me, dripping with her lust for me, the pink of her skin blooming deeper—it’s my new fixation.

“Oh god,” she whimpers, the orgasm coming to a slow, her hands clenched around the fabric of her skirt.

I straighten up, staring down at her. I want her naked, not always in this half-dressed state of affairs, drawers pushed down, skirt up, dress unbuttoned hastily. I want her soft sinful body under mine, to feel every single inch of her. I want her closer than ever.

I glance at the clock. We have time.

“Take off your clothes,” I tell her, unbuttoning my shirt. “Do it now.”

She raises her head to look at me. “How quickly the tables have turned,” she says with a wry yet sated smile, her cheeks flushed. “It was all about what I want and now you’re ordering my clothes to come off.”

I toss my shirt to the floor and grab a pair of scissors from my desk drawer, holding them up. “I’m going to fuck you with my cock like I asked. But you didn’t specify how. Now take off your clothes or I’m cutting them off your body.”

“You will not,” she declares, her eyes sparking. She’s beautiful when she’s outraged.

“I’ll buy you new ones, I promise,” I tell her.

She lets out a huff and starts hastily undoing the top of her dress. I put the scissors back down but pick up my ruler instead, then finishing removing my pants until I’m completely nude.

She pauses. She hasn’t seen me like this before. My cock gets even harder from just the lustful awe in her eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, her gaze skirting over me from head to toe.

“And you’re not naked enough,” I threaten her with a wave of my ruler.

To my surprise, once she undoes the top of her dress and the sleeves fall away, I see she’s not wearing a corset underneath, just a chemise. I go to her and lift it over her head until she’s topless, then stare down at her body.

Her breasts are full and pale and gorgeous, her nipple pale pink and pebbled. I cup them in my hands, relishing their heaviness, run my tongue over them while I pinch and squeeze in all the places she likes.

Then I pull down her drawers all the way until she’s completely nude.

“You are made for sinners,” I murmur as I stare, one hand on my cock, running my arousal over the tip and back. “You were made for me.”

Her face flushes at that. I like making her blush. It’s the same color of pink that my hands make when I spank her. Or in this case, the ruler.

“Spread your legs. Hold them wide for me. I want to punish that sweet little cunt of yours,” I tell her.

She swallows hard and then reaches down, her hands on her thighs and pulling them apart.