“Now you look pretty,” he rasps while I sob and pant. “Stay quiet unless spoken to.”
“Yes, sir.” His hand drops. “What if someone sees?”
His face dips to my ear, biting the lobe as he whispers, “Then they’ll see a bad little slut being punished.”
I hear him stalk back to his desk and take a seat on this throne. I feel like a naughty student punished by the headmaster. The fantasy I had the very first time I came to his office.
Each hour that passes by, I become turned on and so wet that I leak down my thighs. I’m completely ignored as he works in the background. My stomach somersaults when I hear the ringing of a conference call and he accepts.
I’m stunned as he converses with a professional veneer.
It shouldn’t be hot.
His cum has long since dried. I crave more of it, but in my pussy. He has no idea that I’m seriously close to stopping taking the birth control pills. To me, it wouldn’t matter if we had kids before or after getting married because he’s the one for me.
It’s the thought of my family that stops me. I’ve caused enough drama after calling off the engagement with Nathan.
The ending of his call yanks me to the present.
I hear his chair skid across the floor and feel him rise. I don’t dare look over my shoulder as I sense him coming closer and stopping.
“Turn around.”
Taking a deep breath, I face him and meet his heated gaze. Lifting a hand, he trails down my neck and halts around my heaving chest. Circling one nipple caked in his cum, he hardens it lewdly and twists, making me hiss.
“I love seeing you marked in my cum, but my favorite will always be coming inside your cunt, baby.” Creeping his fingers down my stomach, he dips them between my pussy lips. “Fucking soaked. I should punish you more often.”
“Kian!” I whine when he takes his hand away.
Like a switch, his slow seduction turns into deviant aggression. Gathering me in his arms, he carries me to his desk. Turning me around, he bends me over it and wrenches my feet apart with his. Twisting a hand in my long hair, he unzips his fly with a scary slowness.
I’m held on the edge of a precipice, aching to be pushed over. Excitement explodes inside me when I feel his hard shaft rub against my slit. He lubes himself in my juices.
“Where do bad girls get cock?” he demands, a dangerous note in his voice.
“In… in the ass, sir.”
“That’s right.” He pushes the crown against my back hole and stretches the ring of muscles. I hiss when his dick winsagainst my resisting body and opens me wide. “Take my cock, filthy girl.”
An intense burn makes me dance on my toes as his thick inches keep splitting me apart. My palms slap on the desk, crashing the files to the floor under his slow but relentless thrusts, robbing me of sanity.
“Sir!”
“I bet you’ll think twice before sneaking out of our bed, little siren,” he taunts menacingly.
“I won’t again,” I choke out. “I’m sorry.”
Parting my ass cheeks, his eyes burn on the spot where he’s ruthlessly invading me. He loves to watch my hole stretch around his girth. “Let me the fuck in, whore. I own this tight little asshole. You’re going to accept every single inch this time.”
“What?” I gasp, his words penetrating past the haze.
Leaning over me, his lips press against my ear. “You could take only half of my cock the first time I fucked your virgin ass, baby. No mercy this time.”
His dark threat causes my nipples to ache. My pussy and ass clench around him. Not in fear, but taboo thrill.
“Beg me to pound and bruise your ass,” he growls, backing out to the tip and waiting. “Plead for every inch of my cock.”
“Give me all of your cock, sir. Fill me up and bruise me. Punish me. Please. I need it. I have been so, so bad. Please.”
