Hey guys!

Sorry for the delay! I have been visiting my sister up north for a few days, and it's not very practical to write these things when there's always someone around you. Lol!

This is why it's not quite as long as I had aimed for, but I hope you enjoy even so.

Warning: Explicit content ahead. Very much NSFW. Read with care. (GIFs are on my AO3 account, wanne see, it's the same name)

And without further ado, please read on.

Elle had never in her wildest dreams realized that fighting against an impending orgasm could be this difficult. Or painful. She was perspiring profusely from the effort, her clothes damp, her cheek sticking to the wooden surface beneath her. Her teeth ground together so tightly that they creaked in her skull. Not that she heard anything, she was groaning and moaning, practically screaming through her teeth. Her fingers were clenched around the edges of the table, whiteknuckled with the strain. Her hips were moving of their own accord as she tried to avoid the delicious sensations created within her, but no matter how she twisted her hips, there was no escaping the never ending pulsing and grinding that buzzed away inside her, and she whimpered in frustration. She could feel the cooler air on her nether regions, her hot and sticky skin way more sensitive than usual, the combination of the buzzing toy inserted was almost too much.

It had taken more than a few minutes for the maca to start affecting her, but when it hit, it was as suddenly as if someone had flipped a switch. It was nothing like the slow build up from the last time she had tried it. She could feel her insides clench again and again, begging her to just give in, tempting her, though she fought it tooth and nail.

She knew at once, when the drug took effect, she had lost the battle. She could feel the orgasm rushing in and she could do nothing to stop it. She panted harshly, her chest burning and she tilted her forehead against the surface she was resting against, her legs shaking violently as she instinctively arched her back.

"Oh no!" She exclaimed, breathless with apprehension but also expectation. She desperately needed this. She wanted it.

"Oh god, please don't," She groaned, writhing her hips in vain.

"No-no-no-no-noooo!" She cried out desperately, even as she exploded forcefully around the toys stuck in her body, the muscles contracting again and again, clenching fiercely around the objects that Roland had placed inside her. She sobbed as she shook with the release, her body betraying her wishes. Deep down she relished the release, having craved it the instant Roland had kissed her, but she knew the price would be high, and she was torn as she rode it out groaning and sobbing. A part of her, deep down, wanted whatever punishment he dished out, but she couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, even if she knew he would never hurt her deliberately.

Even as the waves died down, she knew something was different. The orgasm had been powerful, but even so it left her dissatisfied and hollow, wanting more. It had done nothing to quell the dull ache between her legs.

Then hell had broken loose, and she was helpless as she felt her body take complete control.

Roland was only gone for a couple of hours. Or so she thought. Time had been impossible for her to track. So had the climaxes. She never even noticed when he entered the office, hastily closing the door behind him as she was screaming her head off, in the throes of yet another release. She only realized his presence when he placed a hand on her head. She froze, her eyes snapping wide open. He was kneeling beside the table, his face level with hers, and she looked fearfully into his eyes.

She could see no trace of anger, his features in fact quite gentle.

She felt her energy drain and she felt tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Please," she whimpered desperately, her chin wobbling.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes roamed her face carefully. Elle felt another orgasm coming, and she sobbed as she begged for him to stop it.

"Oh, pet," he soothed, placing his hand gently on her sweaty cheek.

"Roland, please, I couldn't help it," she whispered desperately, tears now leaking from her eyes.

She groaned as she felt the climax crash down, and she screamed again, Roland's name spilling from her lips, as she convulsed and spasmed against the table. She had no idea if he was talking or not.

Her eyes focused yet again on his, and she shook her head in pleading. He sighed and glanced down at something in his hand. Finally the vibrations inside her stopped, and she slumped, feeling her body tingling and humming from every single nerve ending.

Roland gently removed the items from her body, and gently pulled her down onto the floor, where he sat, cradling her trembling body against his chest, his hand just running down her hair and back again and again. He produced a water bottle from a pocket and had her drink a good portion of it, the liquid a balm to her parched throat.

"I'm sorry," she finally said, her fingers clutching onto his jacked, her face buried in his chest.

"Yes, I know," he said softly.

"The fault is not entirely yours, kitten. I set you a difficult challenge. It's alright. There will still be consequences though. I am a man of my word, and I can't go back on it once I have made a decision. But don't worry, it won't be today, pet. Tell me, what do you need from me?"

Elle was apprehensive at her punishment, but she couldn't think of that just now. For all the orgasms she had experienced none of them had been satisfying. The maca had left her empty and a feeling of a deep painful need only one thing could satisfy.

"Could you maybe make love to me?" She whispered, almost ashamed of her request. What must he think of her?

Roland seemed to understand though. He said nothing, but simply looked down at her, his hand grasping her chin gently. He kissed her softly, taking his sweet time, soon eliciting soft moans from her. He opened her blouse, button by button and his fingers were soon ghosting her still damp skin. He leaned forward, carefully pushing her down until she was laying flat on her back. He pushed in between her legs, spreading them, so he could gain better access. He left her there for a minute to remove his own clothes, and then hers.

Finally he stretched out on top of her again, covering her body completely with his. He held her close, kissing her passionately as he entered her, groaning at her warmth and wetness.

"My god, Elle, you're so wet," he breathed against her lips, as he began to fuck her in a gentle rhythm.

She could only whimper, as she finally had that itch deep inside her abraded in a delicious manner that almost immediately had her on the edge, her body and mind homing in on a single goal. Roland seemed to sense she was close, because he thrust deep and forceful, but kept his pace fairly slow. His pelvis kept hitting her clit, and she was soon moaning, her body trembling as she felt him push against that spot inside her that needed it the most. She curled around him, clinging to him as she came apart after only a few thrusts. He bit into the junction of her shoulder and neck as he kept going, knowing she needed more. She jerked beneath him, releasing a strained moan, and he lifted her legs so they wrapped around his hips, the angle of his penetration changing. He kissed her again, increasing his pace. She gave an involuntary cry into his mouth and felt herself careening towards another climax, teetering dangerously on the edge.

"That's it, just give in, Elle. You're safe now," he crooned into her ear, and then he gave a series of hard trusts. It was all too much, and she fell apart in his arms and he held her close, kissing and nibbling at her throat and collarbone, until she came down again, whimpering and trembling.

Roland hooked her knees over his arms, and then he began a deep rolling gate into her body, making sharp decisive contact with that spot deep inside her. Elle went completely rigid, her toes curling sharply. He adjusted her legs, so her ankles rested on his shoulders, and kept up his deep rhythm, his mushroom head hitting so deep, it felt like her cervix was being shifted around. She nearly blacked out as she gave a loud gasp.

"Oh god!" She exclaimed, making him give a low chuckle.

"Please, Roland is fine," he responded. He felt his own release coming close, and had a hard time speaking. She wasn't listening in any case. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her jaw tight as she chased her orgasm. He groaned deeply, feeling her shudder beneath him, her walls grasping him tightly. He could sense the ripples as she approached, and she seemed to grab him like a hot and wet vice. He couldn't hold back and pummeled into her, erupting quite suddenly, and groaning and moaning deeply, thrust haphazardly into her, nearly collapsing on top of her, his control of his body momentarily lost.

They were both gasping as they clung to each other. Roland nuzzled her face gently, kissing her tenderly, before rolling off of her. He pulled her against him, and cradled her head in the crook of his shoulder.

"Thank you," she whispered, and he hummed in response.

"Can I ask you something?" She said, her fingers dancing lightly across his chest.

"Of course," he answered.

"Where did you get those pills from?"

"What pills?

"The Maca," she said.

"Oh, that. Well, I make them myself. I like to experiment," he said.

"Oh." She had no answer to that. She yawned widely and settled in a little more.

"I may pass out soon," she added, her voice low and slightly slurred.

He gave a soft chuckle.

"That's fine. I will stay quiet," he said, his lips ghosting her damp forehead.

"What if we get disturbed?" She mumbled, worried.

"No one will enter. I made it clear that I wanted peace," He explained.

"Oh," was all she said before she drifted.

He chuckled silently, settling down, holding her close.

It had been a couple of days since Elle had nearly lost her sanity in his office. She had been awoken by her boss a couple of hours later. She had apologized profusely for sleeping that long, making him lay on the floor naked. He waved her off, saying his back had never felt better. Then he offered to drive her home so she could get a proper good night's sleep and she had agreed. In the car he told her to take the next day off. He hadn't said anything, but she felt sure he thought she would need it. He had not been wrong on that account. She had experienced soreness from a fair few previous trysts with Roland blum, but this one took the cake. Every muscle in her body ached, and she spent the day trying to recover, taking a warm bath, soaking up any warmth into her screaming muscles.

During the evening Roland called to check on her, and merely chuckled as she complained of her misery.

He had granted her another day off, so she could be fresh for duty after the weekend. He had then asked her to join him at his home next saturday evening.

"After all, we still have to discipline you," he crooned down the line. His deep voice alone was nearly enough to make her wet, and she felt a thrill shoot up her spine.

"What exactly are you planning on doing to me?" She asked after a long pause, where she deliberated if she even wanted to know.

"I won't say anything right now, kitten, lest I soil that innocent mind of yours. But I plan to make you mine in every sense of the word," he said, and she momentarily lost her breath, her heart giving a weird stutter at what he could possibly mean.

"Does that frighten you?" He asked, interpreting her silence correctly.

"A little bit, yeah," she managed weakly.

He gave a dark chuckle.

"There is no need to be frightened, Elle. I won't hurt you. Quite the contrary in fact, you will fucking love it," he said, and she felt her bones grow weak at the implications in his words.

He heard her breath catch in her throat, and chuckled again.

"Get some rest. You're gonna fucking need it, kitten," and he hung up. She slowly put the phone down, somehow wishing that he would come and quench the fire he had started by simply using his words. It was going to be a long time till next Saturday.

Elle was waiting for Roland to pick her up. It was finally Saturday and she was ready, standing by the door, fiddling nervously with her clutch.

During the week, she had missed him terribly. They had only seen each other briefly, and she was getting quite desperate for his touch again. He had seemed to distance himself a bit, and it frustrated her to no end. When Friday rolled around he had finally called her into his office.

"Are you looking forward to tomorrow?" He had asked as she stood in front of his desk.

She had nodded slowly, biting her lip.

"Me too. I can't wait to devour you whole, Elle," he said smoothly.

She had gaped at him, making him chuckle. He slowly got to his feet and sauntered around the desk,, adjusting his suit casually, coming to a halt right in front of her.

"I am going to taste every inch of your body," he purred.

Then he kissed her. The kiss was not like his usual method. He was passionate, but there was more to it. Something far more intimate. A promise of unmatched passion. He took her lips again and again, making her go light-headed with need. It was as if she could feel his lips already in places they hadn't been. His hands lingered on her throat, but he didn't touch her otherwise.

Eventually he stepped back, licking his lips and breathing a little deeper than before.

"I expect you to be ready at five pm tomorrow. I will pick you up, and then we will go back to my place, where I shall deal out a punishment I see fit."

He went to the table he had placed her against not so long ago. His fingers lingered on the surface as if he recalled the vision of her displayed out for him. Then he grabbed a large flat box and took it to her.

"You will wear this, and nothing else," he said, smiling apparently delighted at the thought. She took it from him apprehensively.

"Go on, take a look," he purred.

She gulped, and placing the box on his desk, she opened it with trembling fingers.

Roland stood close behind her, his mouth at her ear as she took in the contents.

"Go on, take it out," he murmured.

She shivered as his deep baritone seemed to dribble down her back.

She lifted the dress out and looked at it. It was a long, floor length, olive green silk dress. It had spaghetti straps, a plunging neckline, and a slit on either side that she imagined would end at the top of each thigh.

It was without a doubt the most beautiful and expensive dress she had ever held in her hands.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

She nodded numbly.

"Kitten, now do I have to remind you of the rules again?"

She gasped softly.

"I'm sorry, sir. Yes, it's beautiful. I've never seen such a wonderful dress before," she said in a soft voice.

"I took the liberty of buying it for you, because I know you will look absolutely ravishing in it," he said.

She shivered again.

"How did you know my size?" She asked dumbfounded.

"Elle, I am very familiar with your body by now."

Her mind swiftly conjured up a memory of his hands roaming her skin eagerly. He chuckled silkily, sensing what she was thinking of.

"Shoes are in the box as well," he added.

"Now, make sure to drink plenty of fluids because we will not be finishing until my sheets are soaked with your sins. Do you understand me, kitten?" He placed a wet and warm kiss at the nape of her neck.

At his words, she felt a hot gush at her core and she knew she was wet already. It was going to be a long and lonely night.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, swallowing nervously.

"Alright, I will see you tomorrow then," he said softly, showing her to the door.

Oooohhh, what is she going to experience, eh? Excited? Lol, me too!

But, alas, I have work the next many days, so please be patient for an update. I will wirte as much as my energy allows me to.

-Pancakes