Emlyn casually pulled free a small piece of fabric and cleaned himself off with it, before stuffing his member back into his pants and closing it off to the world once more. However, Celeste was right, he was nowhere near as done as Celeste wished he would be. Without moving, he spoke.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"> “Stand and bend over the desk,” </span>Emlyn commanded.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"> “Your hands shall grip the far side, and your chest firmly against the wood.” </span>With Emlyn unmoving, there was little room for her to do the task, and there was no way she could not avoid rubbing her body against him as she did so. With no movement from Celeste, Emlyn scowled and grabbed the length of chain, forcing her to her feet against her will. Emlyn was strong, not seeming to put much effort into the forced movement. With Celeste standing in between his legs, Emlyn stood, putting no room between the two of them. His eyes stared disappointment more than anything down to her as their bodies were ripped apart by his own hands, turning he around and literally throwing her onto the desk.<br/><br/>The wood was strong and held up perfectly fine against the sudden influx of energy. As Emlyn grabbed her half bare hips and began to drag her back, Celeste’s constant clawing was finally a detriment, as he hands passed and applied pressure on a specific point of the desk, causing two portions of the desk to open and lock her wrists in place. Naturally, it looked as a way to hold guests hostage, but Emlyn was a man of many years and had found many inventive ways to use those shackles. With her finally in place, Emlyn stepped back.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“Twice, your teeth scraped me. Ten for each, plus an additional ten for disobeying me,”</span>Emlyn said, as he began to pull his belt free of his pants.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“You shall count them aloud and thank me for each. Forget either of these points, and you will earn additional.” </span>He did not crack the instrument just yet, instead he pulled at the remaining rags that had given her at least some modicum of modesty. With her lower half exposed completely, the belt was finally cracked.<br/><br/>Every five lashes of the belt across the beautiful porcelain skin of her ass, Emlyn would stop. The hand holding the belt moved to the desk next to her, while his other hand moved across the stinging flesh. Slowly, the hand ventured further and slid in between her legs. It was a gentle, teasing pet. Nothing entered her at all, but the touch was slow and sensual as he would play with her opening for no more than a minute or two in between the sets of five.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“Surely if you moaned at my cock within your mouth, this sensation is worthy of the same response,” </span>Emlyn said to her the second time doing so.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“But perhaps the sensation was not the cause, and it was the instrument.” </span>At the end of this little speech, Emlyn punctuated it with a slap across her folds, before withdrawing and continuing to whip Celeste with the intent of not stopping until she had counted and thanked him for each and every one.