Page 16 of In His Office

The belt slid free with a final, soft whoosh, and I held it in my hand for a moment, feeling the smooth leather and the cool metal of the buckle, before I folded it in half.

“You thought you could waltz in here and control this meeting, didn’t you?”

“Bastard,” she spat through her teeth.

“You can protest all you like, little one, but the arousal dripping down your thighs tells me everything I need to know,” I observed, and she quickly pressed her thighs together, but that hid nothing from me. I could still see the sweet pink petals of her pussy peeking out from between her legs, could still see every droplet of her glistening arousal.

“I’m not…!”

“You’re soaking wet, Miss Davis,” I swiftly countered, and she sucked in a breath through her teeth. Gently, I traced my fingers up the curve of her left cheek, and a visible shiver passed over her bare flesh.

As much as her defiance shone through every inch of her body, there was a part of her that had stopped fighting, that had surrendered to whatever this was, and it made my cock even harder.

Her back arched a bit, almost like she was lifting her ass for me, and I watched as her tiny fists tightened and loosened right there in front of my eyes.

Every inch of her was utterly captivating. I couldn’t get enough.

“Do your worst, Mr. Blackwater,” she snarled.

“I plan on it, naughty girl,” I replied, and she recoiled just the slightest bit before she arched her back, just like the little slut I knew her to be.

Then, without another word, I drew my arm back and whipped the belt against her bare cheeks. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as a pale white line rose on her skin. Then the welt turned rosy pink before deepening to a bright red.

Fuck. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever seen.

I lashed her with the belt a second time, just below the first, enjoying the way her flesh pinkened from the leather strap.

“You’re practically dripping now, my pretty little slut,” I said, my voice hoarse with my own desire.

I took a moment to glide my fingertips over the rising welt, sucking in a breath through my teeth at the feel of the raised flesh. It was just as delicious as I thought it would be, and I drew back just far enough to stripe the belt across her lower cheeks.

Her ass bounced so deliciously that I nearly came in my pants like a teenage boy who had just discovered porn for the first time in his life.

Knock. Knock.

What the fuck?

Knock. Knock.

There it was again, more frantic this time. I squeezed my dick in my hand and groaned, reality coming back into focus. There was someone at my office door, knocking like there was some emergency and they didn’t appear to be getting the hint.

Fuck my life.

I looked down at my stiff cock. It was angry and red and really fucking hard. This was going to be a problem.

The knocking didn’t stop. Instead, it kept up, persistent and grating and entirely too distracting.

I tried to stroke myself a bit faster, but the knocking continued, and I snarled in a huff before I tucked my cock back into my boxer briefs, pulled up my zipper, and buttoned my turgid length back into the prison of my slacks.

As I tried to get a hold of myself, I stormed out of my office bathroom and strode right towards the door. I flipped the lock and gripped the doorknob, swinging the door open in a fury.

“Who the fu…?”

Morgan Davis had come back.

And my dick throbbed harder.

CHAPTER 5

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