Again...

That sadistic smile crosses His face
As you enter His office, hands trembling softly
Watching, as He moves away from the desk.

He stands, walking towards you
Moving slowly around your body
Looking you over, as you lower your eyes.

He takes you roughly by the chin
Raising you, to look to His face,
As He smiles, hand caressing your arse.

Whimpering quietly as He pulls you closer
Strong, large hands raising the skirt
Gently squeezing the warm flesh.

The grip tightens, lifting you from the floor
Gasping softly, as He carries you to the desk
Setting your young body down on the edge.

His hands travel slowly up your legs, over your calfs, knees, thighs
Fingers spreading over the warmth high between your legs
Pressing, stroking, teasing...

Skilled fingers, grabbing the fine lace
Ripping it hard from your body
Pulling you closer to the edge, gasping.

He grabs you by the hair, pulling you from the desk
Turning you, slamming you down against the surface
The warm mahogany against your skin.

Gasping, begging softly, as He ties your hands behind your back
The torn lace digging to your wrists, as His hands roam
Moving down your back, lifting your skirt, smiling.

Closing your eyes, arching your back softly
As He kicks your legs apart, wider, wider...
Gripping your hips, fingers digging to warm flesh.

He smiles, whispers quiet words into your ear
Of love, of kindness, of passion
As you gasp, silently.

A hard thrust jolts your body,
Holding you down against the desk
As a soft cry fills the room, again.

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