Render Unto Me

She was bent over my desk, panties and slacks around her ankles. It had been some time – too much time, in truth – since she had last been in this position. My fingernails bit into the soft skin of NE's hips and I dragged her back against me. I love the way her ass feels nestled against my thigh. I parted the back of her legs with a nudge.

Pressing one hand flat against her lower back, I forced her chest down onto the desk and her ass up until it presented an irresistible target. The first couple of slaps left her skin a bright red, and I took my time in painting the top of her thighs and both raised cheeks into a matching shade of crimson.

Satisfied, I pulled her away from the desk and left her standing in just her boots and blue sweater. I gestured her to her knees and she went. With one hand in the back of her hair, I looked down at her. 

"I'm scared," she told me.

Of course she was.

"I'm scared to give it up."

Gripping her hair tightly, I pulled her head back until her throat stretched into a beautiful curving line and then leaned forward, sinking my teeth into her delicate skin, bit hard until her breathing caught, and I held her there, between my teeth, until I could feel the blood rush to her skin. My teeth slid away from her flesh, but not far, just to her ear.

"I know your fear," I said.

My free hand found her left breast, fingers twisting her nipple cruelly. I laid a soft kiss against her neck.

"And that too belongs to me."