.the study.

With a sweep of his arm he threw all the books off the table. We were in the study.  He took his shirt off and ordered me over to him. I obeyed. He smiled and grabbed my throat, forcing me down onto the cold, hard cherry wood surface. He tore my blouse open and tore at my bra, exposing my breasts. He began licking, sucking, and pinching my nipples. I have a weakness for nipple play. He continued to hold my throat, pressing me down motionless on the table with his left hand. He slid his right hand down from my nipple, down my ribs and belly and placed it on my pelvis. The heat and pressure drove me wild. I wanted to badly to feel his fingers inside me. I was aching for it. He tortured me with teasing, running his fingers gently over my lips, tracing my wet little shape but never inserting a finger. He watched my face the entire time, smirking. I could see the delight in his eyes. The more he saw me suffer with desire, the more they lit up.
 "please" I whispered. His smile grew but he ignored me.

"Please" I said louder.

"I can't hear you" he responded, smile widening.

 "Please" I nearly yelled.

"What do you want?" He asked only to torture me more, as he placed the very tip of his index finger between my lips.

"I want you to put it in." I said.

"You want me to put what in?"

"Your finger!"

"Put my finger where? You aren't formulating proper sentences. If you want something you have to ask properly."

"Please put your fingers inside my pussy."

"I think you should try that again."

"Please put your fingers in my pussy, Sir."

"That's better." He slid one finger, then two, all the way in. He arched them and found my G Spot, rubbing with pressure until my knees went week, my body went limp and I felt my cum gushing and squirting. He kept rubbing resulting in splashes over my belly, chest, even my face. He refused to stop, making me cum over and over again until I was too weak to make a sound. I lay there feeling little convulsions from my uterus to my toes.

After a very short minute he grabbed my hair and pulled me off the table placing me on my knees. He took his cock out.
"Open" he ordered.
I obeyed.

He held my hair in his fist, combining hip thrusts with head movement, pulling me on and off of his cock. I could feel the air flow block each time he hit the back of my throat. I choked back gags causing tears and mascara to stream down my cheeks. He kept fucking my face, speeding up a little now. I felt his cock pulsate, his breathing hasten, subtle moans turning into groans, and then the warmth of his cum shot down my throat.

He gently cupped my chin. "Good girl" he said as he slapped my cheek gently. "Take the rest of your clothes off, I'm not done with you.