The final time he slaps me, he does it so hard that another orgasm rises from the agony reaching my head. It strikes me like a rock, and I nearly fall on top of the desk as it rages through me. Somehow, I cling on to awareness.

Sweet pleasure still rushes through my veins, but I don't stop. I guess Martin's ravenous appetite is rubbing off on me. I push beyond all my limitations and continue thrusting back at him until I can feel pressure building within me again. Before I can come, Martin ties my waist and pulls me back.

He picks me up from the desk as his...