I slam in again. Harder.
And then again.
Her fingernails claw across the desk. Her body arches, trying to crawl away. I drag her back onto my cock, one hand fisting in the collar. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She moans, a sob caught in it.
I pull out almost all the way and slam back in until the desk rattles.
“You wanted to be mine,” I snarl. “You are.”
She is. Gagged, soaking, destroyed and fucking gorgeous for it.
Every thrust rocks the desk. Her cunt squeezes me so tight I can’t hang on much longer. There’s sweat slick down her back, thighs trembling with exhaustion or maybe more need. I don’t care which. She’s not getting a break.
I lean over her, bare chest to her spine, and bite her shoulder. Hard.
She jerks, but doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t ask me to stop. Her body arches into it, like she wants more.
So I give her more. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her upright. She gasps behind the gag, neck bared. Collar tight. I kiss the side of her throat, then sink my teeth in just below the leather.
Not enough to draw blood. Just enough to leave a mark. Mine.
A guttural moan escapes her gagged mouth as I fuck into her harder, teeth still at her pulse point. She’s not just taking it, she’s craving it. Falling apart for it.
“Look at you,” I breathe, voice wrecked. “Ruined already.”
She nods. Her thighs are shaking so hard I know she’s close again.
“Hold it.”
She claws at the desk. It’s beautiful. And it won’t last. I slam into her a final time, pull out, and slap her ass hard enough to make her jump.
Then I drag her by the collar off the desk.
She stumbles on shaky legs, moaning behind the gag, half-limp and fully soaked. I steer her toward the therapy couch and shove her down onto it. Face up. Spread.
“You want to be my toy?” I say, hand wrapped in the collar as I kneel over her. “Then fucking look at me while I come.”
She blinks up at me, eyes glassy, gag soaked, lips red from pressure.
I line up again and shove into her in one smooth thrust.
Her wrists fly up to cling to me, but I catch them and pin them above her head. Her back arches, body overwhelmed and overstimulated, but I don’t give her time to adjust. I fuck her like I need it to breathe, every thrust deep and unforgiving, angled to make her see god.
“Eyes on me.”
She tries. Fails. Blinks fast and whimpers.
I grip her face, thumb at her jaw, and force her to meet my gaze. “I said look at me.”
She does.
And it wrecks me.
All that trust. All that surrender. The tears in her lashes. The bruises on her skin. My name somewhere in the soundless moan behind the gag.
I come so hard I see white. It hits like a goddamn wrecking ball, buried deep in her, body locked, teeth clenched as I empty into her with a groan I can barely bite back.
