"Gil, please" she backed away from him seeing the fire in his eyes. "I warned you, but you continued" his voice was calm and powerful as he strided towards her.
"I'm sorry, OK, I'm sorry" her voice was shaking as he advanced on her. "Too late. This is your fault" his hands reached out and pushed her down to her knees, before releasing his belt from their loops. Sara's eyes darted around looking for a place to escape.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her closer as the other hand released his straining bulge from his slacks.
With a wicked smile, she licked her lips and took him fully into her mouth.
He groaned loudly, bracing himself against the wall with one hand, whilst the other held her head to him.
Holding her head still he started to move his hips, thrusting himself deep into her slutty little mouth. He wanted to cum down her throat, but he needed to make her punishment last.
"Teach you. To. Be. In subordinate." he gritted through his teeth, upon each thrust.
Sara gagged loudly, but was matching his thrusts, applying pressure and lapping at the underside of his cock. She started to rub and caress his legs, tracing a path with her fingers, up to his round ass.
Her fingers splayed across his ass, kneading and massaging, pulling him deeper into her mouth. She nuzzled the hair above his cock before pulling her mouth from him. Pre-cum, dripping from her lips, she gasped for breath.
She looked up at him with pure lust, placing his fingers under her chin, he pulled her up to him and hungrily devoured her lips, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. His hand roughly pushed inside the front of her pants and encountered her dripping, lace underwear. "A little aroused?" he quirked with a raised eyebrow, he started to remove his hand when she grabbed him "don't, you fucking dare", unbuttoning her pants she pushed his hand under her panties. "Touch me Griss" she panted in his ear.
He skated his fingers over her wet lips, rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb, before thrusting two fingers inside of her, she braced herself on his shoulders, bucking into his hand.
"Need you" he growled, whilst manoeuvring her to his desk. He dipped to catch her lips in a searing kiss before removing his hand from her wet panties, to rub himself with her wetness. He pulled her panties to the side and entered her deeply and fully, causing her to arch back against his desk.
'so much for her punishment' he thought as he repeatedly crashed into her. He covered her mouth, alternating between his hand and his mouth. It was rough, it was hard, it was careless, it was needed.
Sara tore her mouth from his, "Gil, please - let go". He looked down at her, knowing what she needed, he moved his hands to her hips and held her down as he drove deeper into her, grinding his pubis into her, creating a sweet friction against her clit. He leaned forward and kissed her hard, feeling her clench around him, he stifled her moans and she pulled away and gasped for air. He could feel her legs tremble around his hips and with one last hard thrust he released inside her. Collapsing on top of her, he tried to shift his weight so not to squash her, but she clung to him. Kissing the curls on his head.
"Still your fault" he mumbled into the crook of her neck, caressing her leg still hooked over his hip.
"I can live with that" she chuckled.
