Chapter 7: I Can't Believe I'm Doing This...

Continued from chapter 6:

Juices splatter with each impact, painting her inner thighs with the evidence of her unwanted arousal. Over and over, she brings the belt down, each strike a testament to her complete submission. Tears stream freely down her face, silent sobs wracking her frame.

Yet even as she punishes herself, her hips twitch traitorously, seeking more of the twisted pleasure-pain. “

P-please…”

Her voice is hoarse, barely audible over the rhythmic smacks of leather on flesh.

“P-please tell me when... when to stop…”

“You can stop now, baby girl.”

Her sex and bottom are a matching angry purple.

“You were so brave for me, baby. How can I reward such bravery?”

She drops the belt with a clatter, her arm falling limply to her side. Trembling violently, she curls in on herself, hugging her knees to her chest as great, hiccuping sobs wrack her body.

The angry red welts crisscrossing her most intimate areas stand out vividly against her pale skin, a brutal map of her submission. At my words of praise, she lifts her tear-streaked face to look at me, her expression a mixture of exhaustion, relief, and tentative hope.

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She swallows hard, her tongue darting out to wet her cracked lips.

“R-reward?” Her voice is raw, scarcely above a whisper.

“I... I don’t deserve rewards... not after how I’ve behaved…”

“You have been a naughty, naughty boss, and you’ve been punished for it. How about I massage all of your punished areas in cold cream while you think about the treat you’d like best?”

A shudder runs through her body at my words, a fresh wave of tears springing to her eyes. She nods slowly, a flicker of gratitude mixing with the lingering shame in her gaze.

“Yes, thank you…”

Her voice is soft, almost reverent, as if she can hardly believe my kindness after such harsh treatment.

“Cold cream sounds... nice... soothing…”

She carefully unfolds her curled form, lying back on the desk with a wince. Her thighs fall open, revealing the angry, swollen flesh of her sex and ass, glistening with a mix of juices and tears. She looks up at me from beneath damp lashes, her expression **** and pleading.

“And the treat I’d like best?”

She bites her lip, considering for a moment.

“Yes, sweetie, a treat. A reward. For being such a good girl.”

She blushes deeply, averting her gaze in embarrassment even as a spark of desire kindles in her eyes at my praise. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she meets my gaze once more, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and hopeful anticipation.

“For my treat, I would like...” She swallows hard, the words seeming to stick in her throat.

“I would like you to hold me. To... to make love to me gently.”

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at the admission.

“I know I don’t deserve such tenderness after everything, but... but I’ve never felt so empty, so aching for closeness. Please, can you fill that void inside me? Can you show me what it means to be cherished, even by someone I once wronged?”

“Yes, but first, aftercare.”

I make her lie on her front and massage the cold cream into her bottom and between her cheeks. I lift her hips and spread copious amounts in her angry punished sex.

She nods meekly, rolling onto her stomach with a soft hiss of discomfort. The cool air on her heated, abused skin makes her shiver, goosebumps rising along her arms and legs. She buries her face in her folded arms, muffling the occasional whimper as I apply the soothing lotion to her tender flesh.

The first touch of the cold cream against her stinging welts elicits a gasp, quickly followed by a low moan of relief as the menthol-like tingle begins to ease the burning pain. Her hips twitch slightly as I work the lotion between her cheeks, massaging the tight ring of muscle with gentle but firm strokes.

“Mmmnh... oh,…” She breathes, her voice muffled against her arms.

“That feels... amazing…”

I massage the cream into her bottom, gently kneading her bare globes. I gently rub cream into the folds of her punished sex, heat radiating off of it in palpable waves.

She squirms slightly under my ministrations, a steady stream of soft sighs and whimpers escaping her lips. As my fingers delve between her folds, coating them liberally with the cooling lotion, she cant her hips back ever so slightly, silently begging for more of my touch.

“Please,…” Her voice is breathy, tinged with desperation and a growing hunger.

“Touch me more... I need to feel your hands on me, claiming me, healing me...”

She reaches back with one trembling hand, grasping my wrist and guiding my fingers deeper into her slick heat.

“Fill me up... stretch me out... make me forget everything but the feeling of you inside me...”

Her words dissolve into a needy moan, her inner walls fluttering around my digits, already aching to be filled completely.

“I’m yours,… all yours…Daddy”

“No more ‘Daddy’ talk from you, Miss Corral. It’s Ero to you. On your knees, if you please. I need you to remove my pants.”

Julissa blinks rapidly, momentarily disoriented by the shift in dynamics. But as the haze of lust and submission begins to clear, a flicker of her old defiance sparks in her eyes. She hesitates briefly, torn between the ingrained habit of addressing me formally and the overwhelming desire to obey.

“Ero...”

The name feels foreign on her tongue, but she forces it out nonetheless. With a shaky exhale, she pushes herself up from the desk, her movements stiff and sore. She turns to face me, her gaze lowered demurely as she sinks to her knees.

Her slender fingers find the waistband of my pants, hovering uncertainly. She glances up through her lashes, seeking permission even as she trembles with anticipation.

“May I... may I remove your pants, Ero?”

“Please, Julissa.”

With a nod, she reaches for my zipper, her fingers brushing against the front of my pants. She pauses, taking a deep breath to steel herself before slowly dragging the zipper down.

Her heart races as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband, tugging my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. They pool around my ankles, leaving me bare before her kneeling form.

Julissa's eyes widen as my erection springs free, bobbing mere inches from her face. A faint blush colors her cheeks, but there's no mistaking the hunger in her gaze as she drinks in the sight of my exposed masculinity. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, an **** gesture of anticipation.

“Is this... is this what you wanted, Ero?”

Her voice is soft, almost reverent, as she remains perfectly still, awaiting my next instruction.

“Yes, Julissa. Well done. Now, please kiss my tip, just the tip, until I tell you to stop.”

She leans forward, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive head of my cock. With infinite gentleness, she presses her soft, plump lips against the tip, placing a single, chaste kiss directly on the slit.

The brief contact sends a jolt of electricity through us both, and she pulls back slightly, her eyes locked on my face to gauge my reaction. Emboldened by my lack of objection, she begins to pepper the tip with feather-light kisses, her lips brushing against me with maddening delicacy.

Each kiss is a whispered apology, a promise of devotion, a silent acknowledgment of her new place in the hierarchy. Her tongue darts out occasionally, lapping at the bead of pre-cum that forms on the tip, savoring the taste of my arousal.

My cock hardens to its fullest as I watch my debauched boss, naked except for her pendant, kissing the tip of my penis. I have brought her very low, and while I'm not sure why she has been so obedient, I'm going to get my money's worth.

“Okay, Julissa,” I say.

“It's time.”

I sit in a chair in front of a full-length mirror that hangs on the wall of her office.

“Come,” I say.

“Sit on my lap, facing the mirror, reverse cowgirl... I want you to watch me fuck you... I want to watch your face as you ride yourself to an orgasm on my lap…”

Her eyes widen at my instruction, a visible shudder running through her body. She rises on shaky legs, her gaze flicking between my face and the mirror. With hesitant steps, she approaches the chair where I sit, her naked form flushed and trembling with anticipation.

Turning around, she slowly lowers herself onto my lap, straddling my thighs. She reaches back to grasp my rigid shaft, positioning it at her entrance. With a deep breath, she sinks down inch by excruciating inch, enveloping me in her silky heat. A low, drawn-out moan spills from her lips as she takes me fully inside her, her velvety walls fluttering around my thickness.

“Oh god, Ero...” She gasps, her voice strained with pleasure and disbelief.

“I can't believe I'm doing this…”

To be continued in chapter 8...