Jennifer shook her head from side to side. "No. No," she repeated.
"Teach me! Show me! Make love to me, Camarin!" Her ass still poised in the air, she wiggled her hips, begging Camarin to thrust her hand inside of her. Oh, how she wanted to be fucked by this woman who seemed to know so much. She gritted her teeth, her hands opening and closing on the edge of the desk. "Please!" she begged.
Camarin's hand closed around the leather paddle that had only moments ago caressed Jennifer's bare skin. She brought it to her face, sighing as she breathed in the smell of richly oiled leather. She kissed it lovingly, her mouth salivating as she thought of the moments ahead.
Slowly, she drew it back over her shoulder.
Jennifer tightened her ass when Camarin shifted beneath her. She felt a whisk of air across her bare skin. She waited anxiously, listening to Camarin's heavy breathing. A sudden movement! Legs steeling beneath her and a hand gripping her tightly about the waist, holding her. She caught a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye. Unable to discern what was happening, she screamed in pain when the unexpected blow landed hard against her ass. Her mind was a jumble of warring emotions, adding to the turmoil of the event that was unfolding. It was out of her control. Everything was out of her control.
Some things could never be explained with words and there were some things Camarin Knight never cared to explain. She smiled in satisfaction as a red welt rose on Jennifer's cheeks. She ran her finger over the mark, then gripped Jennifer's waist once more. Her arm drew back, like an archer taking aim. Slap! She struck again and again, delivering a series of frenzied blows to the woman spread facedown on her lap. The sounds of leather stinging flesh. Whack! Whack!
The woman whose power she held in her hands was now screaming.
The office was empty, so no one could hear her. Camarin loved spanking a woman, forming those perfect crisscross marks on her ass, listening to her moan, then scream, torn between the excitement and pain as she experienced the power of each simultaneously.
Jennifer grimaced, trying to steel herself against the pain as blow after blow landed on her bare buttocks. The torture was growing unbearable. Coupled with her desire, it was a deadly combination.
She wanted more and she begged for it. "Um, um," she murmured.
Panting with excitement, she braced her body and bit her lower lip.
As the leather scattered welts across her aching bottom, Jennifer rode to heights of pain and ecstasy she'd never known. "Don't stop," she begged. "Don't stop."
Ready to move on now, Camarin paused and looked at her handiwork. A perfect pattern was now clearly visible on Jennifer's tender cheeks. She bent over and licked each one, her hands keeping Jennifer pressed facedown over her lap. Quietly she reached over and removed a bottle from the open drawer beside her. She pushed the tip up with her teeth and breathed the sweet spicy fragrance. She could taste the hot cinnamon on her lips. Slowly she spread Jennifer's aching buttocks apart. Her tightly closed opening now visible, Camarin squirted some of the hot ointment on it.
Jennifer wreathed as the hot liquid burned into her body. She raised her eyes and looked out the window. A skyline was forming in the early darkness and its beauty astounded her more than ever.
Heady with newfound excitement, she purred as Camarin bent her head and blew softly against her opening. The ointment became increasingly hotter, creating a strange sensation that was at once pleasurable and painful.
Camarin sighed as she blew contentedly on Jennifer's anus.
Wanting to savor each moment of her quest, she fought to restrain an impulse to thrust her fingers deeply inside of the woman who lay helplessly across her lap. She smiled and flicked the tip of her tongue over the tiny puckered star.
The skylight grew fainter as darkness laid claim to the overhead sky. Lights flickered on and off throughout the city as people left work and started for other destinations. Outside, guitars were strumming and horns were blowing as street musicians joined in the holiday celebration. Jennifer wondered at the dichotomy, the world outside seeming very distant and at odds with what she was experiencing at the hands of Camarin Knight. Her soft tender lips were kissing Jennifer's ass cheeks, then slipping into the crack between. "Ah," Jennifer sighed as she felt Camarin's tongue licking the hot cinnamon over her opening.
Camarin growled in a sudden fury. She bit Jennifer's left cheek and stretched her buttocks apart. She smiled and blew across the opening once more. Jennifer's sighs and gasps told her everything she needed to know. She pressed her tongue against the opening. It was so tight and hot and delicious. Her nose pressed against the folds as she pushed her tongue inside the virgin ass. She thrust deeper and faster, then paused to coat her tongue with the hot cinnamon ointment.
Pushing it inside Jennifer's ass, she made her cry and cringe as the heat burned into her.
Jennifer sighed and cooed and screamed, her body riding alternate waves of pain and pleasure. She cried pitifully when Camarin stopped and let her cheeks fall together. She tried to look over her shoulder, wanting to ask why Camarin had stopped. Her words were silenced as the leather paddle struck her pale cheeks. She screamed in pain when another, then another blow landed.
Smiling with satisfaction, Camarin gently eased Jennifer off her lap. Knowing her legs would not support her, she placed her arm around Jennifer's waist. Carefully she slid off the desk and turned to face the shivering woman beside her. She bent forward, looking deeply into Jennifer's eyes. Each movement calculated to perfection, she pressed her lips against those dark blue eyes. Gently, her lips caressed Jennifer's forehead, her cheeks, and then her neck. She paused and stared once more into her eyes. "It's okay," she whispered as she bent forward and captured those trembling lips with her own.
Jennifer wondered at the passion and gentleness of this kiss. Her mouth parted and she felt Camarin's tongue seeking hers. "Um," she sighed as they kissed. Soft and gentle were the kisses they exchanged.
Their hands began to explore and their imaginations started to wonder. Both women very hungry now, their kisses deepened.
Passionately, their lips bruised together, teeth gnashing as they fought for possession of one another's mouth. Jennifer felt Camarin's hands caressing her back, then gently cupping her ass cheeks. "Um," she murmured, every touch and sigh and whimper signaling her excitement as she rushed forward. She grasped Camarin's face and pulled her closer. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on Camarin's shirt, anxious to touch the bare flesh beneath.
Camarin squeezed her buttocks, gasping as Jennifer's hand grazed her nipples. Frustrated with her awkward fumbling, she drew back and wrenched her shirt apart, the buttons scattering across the floor.
She thrust her chest forward, her breasts pushing against the silky red material. Her cleavage clearly visible, she watched Jennifer's face, her changing expressions as she looked down upon Camarin's ample breasts. Gently, she took Jennifer's hand and slipped it inside.
"Touch me," she whispered.
Tentative at first, Jennifer moved her fingers underneath the firm swell of Camarin's breast. Up the side and over the tip, she paused and cupped it in her hand. She slid her forefinger underneath the material that covered the nipple. Pointed and erect, it stiffened when her finger touched it. She flicked it back and forth, teasing the hard nub that her mouth longed to suckle. She felt Camarin's hands in turn searching for hers.
The two women stood face to face, exploring one another's most intimate regions. Jennifer moved with an assurance born of her hunger, her hands unfastening Camarin's brassiere. She bent her head and captured the firm nipple in her mouth. Sucking it ever so tenderly, she closed her hand around the breast. She caressed it lovingly, then passionately. Her hands and mouth moving together, she tended Camarin's aching breasts. Drawing each one deeply inside her mouth, she suckled. She was lost in the rapture and wonder of it all. And when the aching in her own breasts became unbearable, she squeezed Camarin's hand, begging for release.