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“Stand up, Miss Davis,” I demanded.
She leveled me with a glare, but she stood up anyway.
The fact that she did surprised me. Even as she obeyed me, though, her eyes shone with her defiance, as if she was waiting for me to correct her.
Needing me to correct her.
Daring me to correct her…
With two large strides, I rounded the desk and grabbed the back of her neck gently, but still a bit roughly. Without another word, I pulled her into a hard, punishing kiss.
For those few seconds, I allowed myself to get lost in the sensation, in the heat that radiated from her, in the taste of her lips that was as intoxicating as it was forbidden. In a second, I broke all my rules, losing myself to a moment of surrender, to the storm of emotions she had stirred within me.
She tried to kiss me back just as assertively, but I didn’t let her. I dominated that kiss. My tongue stroked hers, and she sucked in a breath, only for me to claim her all the more firmly. My fingers gripped the hair at the back of her neck, pulling it hard enough to make her gasp.
“We shouldn’t,” she mused, feigning her innocence even as her gaze dropped to the firm line of my cock. My other hand rounded her waist, pulling her in against me.
I didn’t care if she could feel it.
“You’re going to do as I tell you, aren’t you, my pretty little slut?”
Her eyes, usually so bright and confident, now flashed with a mixture of annoyance, disbelief, and unmistakable arousal. Her lips, moments ago the center of my impulsive thoughts, were now pressed into a thin line.
The rigid set of her shoulders and the slight narrowing of her eyes spoke volumes about her disapproval, but it was the dilation of her pupils and the pinkening of her cheeks that spoke of her desire.
She’d deny it, but she wanted this too.
In a quick maneuver, I cleared the contents of my desk with one arm. Papers fluttered to the ground, each sheet spinning a lazy arc before descending to the floor. The sound was a soft, continuous rustle, like leaves in a gentle breeze, disrupted occasionally by the sharper slap of a heavier document hitting the carpet.
My pen, which had been precisely placed beside my keyboard, rolled off with a brief, sharp clatter that cut through the softer rustling of papers. It bounced a few times on the plush carpet before coming to a halt a short distance away.
I pushed aside the other items on my desk—the sleek, modern desk organizer, a framed photograph, and the small, elegant clock that was a gift from my late father. I heard the clock land with a muffled thump, relieved to note the soft carpet had cushioned its fall. The picture frame made a softer impact.
I didn’t care if it broke. I’d buy a new one.
As the last paper fluttered to the floor, a sudden, stark silence enveloped the room.
“What are you doing?” she asked timidly, but there it was again, an air of challenge in her voice.
“If you’re going to work for me, let me get one thing straight, my pretty little slut,” I began, gripping her hair tightly in my fist as I steered her towards my desk.
With ease, I forcibly bent her over the desk. It was only then that she started to fight back, as if she’d suddenly remembered herself. Her legs kicked and her ass bounced enticingly.
I wanted to bite it. Hard.
“Let me go!” she shrieked.
“No, Miss Davis. I think we’re going to have a conversation with my belt first.”
“Your what? You’re not serious,” she clipped, and I chuckled softly.
“I’m dead serious,” I murmured, pressing my hand down in the center of her back and pinning her firmly in place. I watched her body wriggle beneath me, enjoying the way her struggle played out all over her body. Her fingers dug at the wooden surface of my desk. Her arms flexed when she tried to push up off it, but I easily subdued her, especially like this.
She kicked her leg out, trying to crash into my shin, and I easily sidestepped her foot.
As punishment, I slapped her ass.
The fabric of her skirt muffled the sound, but it was enough to get her attention. She started, almost like she couldn’t believe what had just happened. She peered over her shoulder at me in disbelief, the line of her mouth falling open in a soft ‘o’ shape, which only made my cock throb harder with desire.
