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And there are actual tears on my cheeks
Some part of me feels Kent give three more hard thrusts as my orgasm rocks through me, and I can feel him cum as well, the hot, wet feel of him against my inner walls like a balm against his punishing rhythm. And he shudders too, and groans, and suddenly his weight collapses against me a little and I fall forward, hard, onto the desk
I catch myself against the wood, the heels of my palms stopping our forward motion for a second as we both rock forward, out of control, but then my hands and arms slide forward and I almost collapse onto the desk itself, still gasping, still still cumming, if I’m being honest, the rolling sensation of it still ricocheting off every part of me duller now, but still carrying through
But Kent catches me, the hand that was around my throat again against my chest, his other hand sliding from my hip to my stomach, holding me steady.
“Whoa, whoa, Fay,” I hear him say, his voice rough, his body still itself twitching with the aftershock of it all. “Are you all right?”
I try to form words but…god damnit, I just don’t have any some part of me wonders if I should maybe be embarrassed about that but…fuck it, who cares
Kent, gentle but firm, pulls me back against his chest, wrapping his arms around me, holding me steadily there while I find my breath, which shudders oddly through me
And then, as I start to come back to myself I realize that I’m weeping quite softly, but distinctly, little baby sobs shaking my shoulders
“It’s all right, Fay,” Kent says to me gently, holding me tight, his cheek rough against the skin of my neck and ear. “It’s all right, sweetheart.”
I lean back against him, needing his steady presence for a minute or two, but as I come back to myself, to blink open my eyes and take deep breaths, I’m suddenly horribly embarrassed
God, who cums so hard the first time that they cry
“Um,” I say and a new wave of mortification runs through me is that all I can say? Um? “I’m okay I think I ”
And then I get my feet steadily under myself, standing up straight, pushing away from Kent just a little not to move away from him, but so that I can get control. I lean against desk for a second, my body still shaking, tremors running through me. I’m catching my breath, blinking softly as I try to remember my own god damn name
Behind me, I feel Kent dip down and then hear the sound of fabric moving, of his zipper and his belt, and I realize that he’s getting dressed. I turn then, thinking maybe I should do the same, looking for my panties on the floor
But suddenly, as I turn, my damn knees give out on me, functioning as Jello instead of the bones that they are
“Oo!” I gasp, unable to stop myself as I head straight for the floor, but suddenly Kent is there, catching me, a steady arm under my shoulder and another beneath my knees.
“Whoa, girl,” Kent says, laughing a little as he makes sure his grip is steady on me, that I’m all right. And then he stands up with me in his arms. “Guess you’re not as steady yet as we thought.”
“Don’t you ‘whoa girl’ me,” I mutter, disgruntled, embarrassed and not quite meeting his eyes. “I’m not a horse.”
“Come on, pony,” Kent murmurs, dipping his head to mine and saying the words against my hair, “let’s get you someplace comfortable, where you can recuperate.” Then he laughs lightly, turning away from the desk, me still clasped tight in his arms. I lean my head against Kent’s chest, closing my eyes, still feeling those tremors pass through me.
I open my eyes when I realize, quite suddenly, that Kent is not walking me towards the office door that I came through. Instead, he heads to the back of the office towards where he keeps a shelf full of leather-bound books that I’ve never really thought much about before.
“Where are we going?” I ask, a little shocked and more than a little curious.
“The door,” Kent replies, and I hear something in his voice that’s a little smug.
I frown up at him, confused, wanting to be in on the secret.
“That one,” he says, bringing me close to the bookshelf and nodding towards it, not looking at me. “The green one. With the gilt title.”
Hesitant, I reach out a hand and touch the book he indicated, pulling it towards me. The book tilts in my hand, but instead of sliding off the shelf it pivots forward and clicks. Then, I gasp as the whole bookshelf swiftly spins away, revealing…a corridor.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, looking up at Kent, shocked. “You you have secret passages?”
Kent smirks down at me and begins to walk through, kicking the shelf a little behind him in a way that makes it swing shut as we pass. “I have lots of secrets. Some of them architectural. Some of them…otherwise.”
I narrow my eyes at Kent, suddenly wanting to know all of them, and he laughs at me before focusing his eyes on our destination. I turn too, desperate to know where we’re going
But the corridor is a short one, and suddenly quite suddenly we’re in a gigantic bedroom, dimly lit by the light that peeks around drawn white shades. My jaw drops open as I realize that I’m I’m in Kent’s bedroom and that we got here from a secret entrance from his office
Kent swiftly carries me over to the bed as I take in the room. It’s a huge space that’s predictably sparsely but tastefully furnished and impeccably organized. The entire thing is decorated in shades of grey with cool wood accents, and it’s dark and moody just like Kent.
He walks me over to his bed and slowly lowers me down onto it, letting me rest against the pillows that are propped against the plush headboard.
“How are you feeling?” Kent asks, pulling down the blankets and sheets a little so that my bare bottom is caressed by the softest sheets I think I’ve ever felt. I blush as I realize, suddenly, that I’m basically naked except for my bra how did I forget that?
“Um,” I say, trying to take a mental assessment of myself as Kent pulls the blankets up over my knees and tucks them in around my waist. I lose my train of thought as I look up at him, though, surprised that he’s being so gentle with me coddling me, really.
“Well?” Kent asks, sitting next to me on the bed and leaning forward to study my face, lifting his gigantic hand to gently brush my cheek. “Are you all right?”
“Was that um, was that…” I hesitate, biting my lip, again embarrassed. But I force myself to ask, needing to know. “Was that normal? Like is that how it feels every time ”
Kent laughs a little, pulling his hand back from my face and resting it on my knee. “I think you could consider that an extreme reaction, Fay,” he says gently, kind. “You came really hard. It won’t always be like that. There are other kinds of orgasms that are…simpler. That will still make you feel great, but won’t make you lose control of your body like that.”
“Oh,” I say, suddenly curious. I honestly didn’t know I had thought all orgasms were built equal. I mean, all of the ones I’ve ever given myself had been pretty much the same but…well, it’s true, none of them came even close to what Kent did to me today. I stare off into space, wondering about it thinking of all the possibilities
Kent brings me back to myself, though, with a little laugh. “So,” he says, and I blush a little in apology for drifting off. “Do I finally get an answer?”
“To what?” I ask, tilting my head.
“My question. Are you all right?”
“Oh!” I say, and then I laugh, leaning back against the pillows and covering my face with my hands. “I’m fine, Kent,” I say, meaning it. My body feels mostly back to normal now well, better than normal in some ways, amazing, really but I’ve certainly got my strength back. “I’m sorry I don’t know what happened to me.”
Kent laughs along with me and suddenly I feel his weight shift on the bed. I slide my hands down my face a little to watch him come to my other side, leaning back against the pillows with me. He slides an arm around my shoulders and pulls me tight against his chest. “Did you like it?” he asks, serious.
I blush, but then I look up into his face, my expression sincere. “Does it make me…strange? Like, a freak? That I liked it a lot? When you spanked me, and then wrapped your hand around my throat?”
I hear a purr build in Kent’s chest as he slips a finger under my chin and tilts my face up to his. “No, Fay,” he assures me. “It doesn’t make you a freak if you liked it. It just makes you very, very sexy.”
And then he kisses me, soft but urgent. And I let him. I let him pull me tight against him as he moves his mouth on mine, opening my lips, letting his tongue slide against them. I feel another little shudder pass through me as I lean into him, wanting him again, even though my poor body probably can’t take it
Suddenly, we both feel a vibration, and Kent leans away from me, cursing softly. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone. I watch him closely, my arms still wrapped around his neck, as he cancels the call on his phone but then flips through some messages he apparently missed when his pants were in a pile on the floor.
“Shit,” Kent murmurs.
“What,” I ask, drawing back from him. “Is everything okay?”
“No,” he replies, sighing and looking at me. “I have to go, Fay.”
“Oh,” I say, pulling back further from him and leaning against my elbows. “Is everything okay?”
Kent gives me a look and shakes his head, and I’m able to intuit that his implied “no” has two meanings: first, that something is indeed wrong, and that it’s none of my business. I hesitate, turning my body to climb out of the bed so that I can offer to help, but Kent interrupts my movement.