I brace my hands on my desk, my shoulders bunching as I lean against it.
I am very aware that I was raised with no morals. My parents cared for no one other than themselves and by the time I was placed in foster care it was too late.
I give myself rules because they are the only ones I’ll follow. I present a well-adjusted front but some core part of me doesn’t believe the law applies to me. I lock that part up tight every fucking day, but Freya has it rattling its cage.
The door opens behind me and Freya’s barely taken one step before I drag her into the room and meld my lips to hers. I spear my fingers through her hair and hold her to me as I devour her. It’s a punishing kiss, all of my anger at her for unravelling me stamping her lips and nipping at her tongue.
My hands drop to her hips and when I finally let her pull away we’re both breathless.
Freya’s fingers splay across my shirt. “Can I at least explain my idea?”
“No. Turn around.”
“River…”
I back her against the wall, dark shadows clouding my vision. “Turn. Around. Freya.”
Her hazy green eyes implore up at me.
“Now.”
Disapproval digs at her brow, but she relents and turns to face the wall. I step up behind her, pressing my painfully hard cock against her soft, round ass. I gather her hair to one side, leaving her neck bare, and trail my lips up the smooth, pale column of her throat. “When I tell you to do something, you do it,” I growl. “So let’s try that again. Hands on the wall, darling. Keep them there.”
Freya presses her palms flat on either side of her head and I hum in appreciation.
I lower her pants and use two fingers to peel her lacy panties down over the curve of her ass. My cock twitches. “Why do you always have me at the edge of my control?” I murmur the words against the shell of her ear, and she shudders in response.
It takes me two seconds to free myself from my pants and I palm my length before sliding it between her ass cheeks and teasing her core.
“Do you feel that? Do you feel what you do to me?”
I pinch her hip when she doesn’t reply, and her soft little gasp has me hardening even more.
“Yes, Sir.”
I slide my length back and forth, the pleasure rolling through me and sharpening my senses. “The truth is Freya, I have no control when it comes to you.”
I circle my hand around the front of her throat, her pulse fluttering under my fingertips. “I may collar you, but you have my heart on a leash.”
I thrust forward, burying my cock inside her tight cunt. With one hand on her hip and the other around her neck, I fuck her against the wall.
She’s so wet I can hear each stroke and my balls tighten. I move my hand to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking her nipple until her head falls forward, her fingers scraping the paint.
“River,” she moans my name and I pinch harder, thrust deeper.
“Come for me, darling. For once in your life do as you’re told and come for me.”
She breaks apart, her breath hitching and her pussy convulsing around my thick cock.
I cover her hands with mine, pinning her to the wall as I bury myself deep and spill inside of her.
I breathe against her neck, sucking at the skin there until it blooms red and purple with my mark. I like seeing the bruises I leave on her but that’s the only time she’s allowed to get hurt. I know she won’t have given up on this plan of hers, but I refuse to put her in danger.
I close my eyes. If only it were that simple. If only she didn’t have my whole heart.
“The truth, Freya,” I whisper against her skin, “is that I’ll do anything you ask. So please don’t ask me for this.”
Slowly, we come apart and she turns around to face me. I tuck myself away and pull her panties and pants back up, liking that she’ll feel me seeping out between her thighs.
