Summary: Reader sends explicit pictures and messages to Larissa while she's at a meeting. Larissa comes home and punishes the Reader.
Warnings: Spanking, dom Larissa, sub Reader, teasing, hair pulling, masturbation, etc etc etc
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You could lie and say that you had no clue how you had managed to get yourself in this situation — bent over Larissa's wooden desk with your naked body on display, but you knew that wouldn't do you any favours.
As Larissa roughly held a fistfull of your silky hair in one hand, using the other to draw patterns along the bare skin of your ass, you knew, in that moment, that your lie wouldn't fool a single soul in the building. And yet, even if you did attempt to spew up a story to defend your racy behaviour, it wouldn't change the fact that Larissa's phone was filled with evidence against you, containing multiple suggestive, vulgar text messages and pictures of you that she'd kill to protect from anyone else's vision.
You hadn't expected for Larissa to react the way she did; ignoring all of your previous messages before simply telling you to unclothe, kneel and await her return from whatever meeting she was at.
Pure excitement swirled deep in your stomach, up until the point your eyes landed on Larissa's frustration-woven features as she stepped into her office just over an hour later. Then, and only then, did that excitement die down, allowing room for nervousness to settle in.
Larissa looked furious. Turned on, but steaming with fury. You had stood up and approached her warily, hoping that you could explain yourself a little before she managed to have her own way with you. That plan ceased to exist the moment you opened your mouth as the tall blonde was quick to silence you, gripping your wrist in a swift motion before twisting your arm behind your back and carefully, yet firmly, pressing the front of your body down against her smooth desk.
"I'm sorry!" You shouted abruptly, knowing deep down that no apology was going to save you now, but surely it was worth a shot. Maybe, just maybe, Larissa would soften due to your desperate pleas.
Having never seen your lover so pent up, you couldn't decide whether you were more scared or turned on from the sight.
That's when Larissa grabbed your hair in one swift motion, twisted her fingers in it and pulled back sharply enough to made you groan — a groan that morphed into a whine as your lower stomach heated up with a familiar burn.
"Sorry?" Larissa chuckled sarcastically, leaning down to press her ruby lips up to your flushed ear, "Sorry isn't going to cut it, darling."
The tall blonde's sentence was punctuated with a stinging slap to your ass, before she let your hair fall from her grip as you gasped from the impact of her palm.
You felt the warmth surrounding you suddenly dissolve. Sharp heeled footsteps made their way around the room, yet you didn't dare look up, knowing well you were already in enough trouble and Larissa was not to be tested further.
It was almost humorous how drastically your behaviour had changed the second she stepped into the room with you and you got to see the dark in her eyes. So clever over text; but not so brave anymore.
Larissa's face lit up in amusement as she watched you bring your arms behind your back and fold them like an obedient little girl. Well, too late for that.
The tall blonde dipped her slender fingers into the leather handbag she had abandoned by her office door, retrieving her phone a second later.
"I want to call you my good girl, [y/n]," Larissa's voice melted like butter as she spoke; smooth, slow and gentle. "But you haven't been a good girl, have you, darling?"
And just like that, the softness in her voice was gone.
You whimpered as your core throbbed, legs trembling already from the strain of holding your position; feet apart, tiptoes touching the ground, chest flush against the mahogany.
Focusing on anything other than the ache between your thighs was almost impossible. So much so, that you hadn't heard Larissa's heels echo through the room and back towards you. In fact, you hadn't even realised she was anywhere near. Not until she harshly placed her phone, which was now lit up with all of the filthy messages you had sent her, right in front of you.
"I can explain," you started, sighing softly.
"Oh, please do... Indulge me, [y/n]," Larissa snapped back, arms crossing over her chest in disapproval.
Was she delighted to have received those stunning photos? Sure. Did it turn her on to hear all of the filthy things you wanted her to do to you? Of course. Was it appropriate for you to do both of those things during a very important meeting? Absolutely not.
"I - I missed you."
Larissa scoffed, "You missed me?" Two clicks of heels and Larissa was right behind you again, towering over your naked frame as she pressed her left arm next to you on the desk for support. Her right palm slid with ease down between your soaked thighs as she continued, "Or did your pussy miss me?"
Your mind spun with arousal as you felt her long digits slide through your wetness, gathering as much of it as possible on her middle finger before she circled that same finger around your sensitive clit. It was all you could feel or think about in that moment.
Craving her touch for hours had made you almost lose your sanity, your knees wobbling as moans started flowing freely out of your mouth.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Larissa shook her head, a playful smirk playing on her lips at the mess she had rendered you to. "Ignoring me is only going to make things worse for you, darling."
The blue eyed woman snatched her hand away before bringing it back down, this time with more force, on the same ass cheek she had hit previously, pulling a distraught whine out of you as your chest rose and fell with harsh breaths.
"I-I'm sorry!"
"Not good enough." Another slap.
"Please," you were panting at this point.
"Please what, [y/n]? You're making this difficult for yourself. Use your words, darling," Larissa was feeling quite cocky with herself. Making you a dripping, incoherent mess was just one of the biggest delights in her life.
The blonde steadily began tracing her fingertips up your soaked thighs, biting her lipstick tainted bottom lip as to muffle the moan that slipped its way through at the feeling of your wetness.
Her skilled fingers drove through your slick folds at an agonising pace, up and back down, before leaving you craving more as she smoothed over the pink rosy mark on your butt cheek and crawled up along your spine.
A strangled moan forced its way out of your throat once she reached your hair, repeating the motion from before and pulling it back. This time, guiding your focus towards her phone, filling your vision with enough to make you blush.
"I'm only going to ask this once, darling, so pay attention," Larissa spoke dangerously low as her free hand snaked around the front of your thighs and right in between, making quick work of finding your hard clit as she drew fast circles, "Do you think what you did today was in any way appropriate? Do you think I deserved that? Do you understand just how difficult you made my meeting, darling? How frustrated you made me?"
With your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your hips bucking in Larissa's warm palm, you somehow managed to find the power to answer the Principals questions.
"N-No! I m-mean, I'm sorry!"
Larissa eased up on her movements, letting your soft hair cascade back down as she straightened up enough to lean over the desk again. Enough to keep a torturous pace on your now-swollen clit.
You were already close. So, so close. But you knew the blonde wouldn't give in so easily. Tears formed in your eyes as you tried to find redemption, "I'm sorry for my behaviour, Principal W-Weems. I didn't think about how my actions would, um, oh—"
A moan cut your sentence short as you felt Larissa's long digits slide inside of you.
"Do continue, [y/n]." There was a sickly tone in the tall woman's voice; one that had your body flush, both, in anger and arousal.
"Um, I just wanted to say," you tried again as your eyes fluttered shut, hips beginning to ride back and forth at an even pace, "I'm really sorry. It—It won't happen again."
"No," Larissa confirmed, now curling her fingers the way she knew would make your mouth fall open as she relished in the sounds she could pull out of you. She was hot, bothered, frustrated and pent up. And somehow, you were the one getting exactly what you had wanted all along, "It certainly won't be happening again."
Cries pulled from your lungs as Larissa's fingers left your heat, making your pussy clench from the loss of warmth.
"In fact, I believe your behaviour will be absolutely stellar after I'm done with you," the tall blonde smiled as she spoke calmly over the noise of your cries, whines and pleas.
The silky material of her dress tore away from your skin, and within seconds you were up and following her warmth, grasping onto the fabric wrapped around her forearms as you looked up at her with doe eyes, "I'm going to be a good girl, I promise! Please."
"Yes, my darling. You will be," Larissa nodded in confirmation, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead; a smirk pulling at the corners of her lips, "That's if you want to cum at all today."
You opened your mouth to speak, to ask what she meant, to stupidly beg some more, but before you could, Larissa began undressing nonchalantly.
Tongue running over your lips, you took in the sight with appreciation, delighted that she was still willing to give you what you so badly craved.
You dropped to your knees, palms resting on the soft skin of your thighs as you desperately wanted to taste her. Larissa softly smiled, mumbling a "Good girl," as she rid herself of the rest of her clothing and undergarments.
Surprisingly, the principal had left her heels on, your eyes following the clicking of them as she rounded her desk, her bottom half now out of sight.
Furrowing your eyebrows as she sat down on her office chair with a relaxing sigh, you attempted to rise again, wanting to see more of her.
"Ah, ah," Larissa lifted a finger in warning, "You'll be staying right there."
And without another word, the blonde's eyes fell shut, just as her nimble fingers darted down out of your eyesight, and no amount of shifting or raising onto your knees made the view any more pleasant for you. Larissa was almost completely out of sight, her stupid desk being entirely in the way.
And as you mentally cussed yourself out for kneeling right there of all places, all you could hear were the sweet, relieved gasps and sighs falling from the blondes lips.
Then, in that exact moment, you swore to yourself that you would never, absolutely EVER, tease the woman again.