Page 21 of In His Office

“They’re very pretty, but you’re not going to need them for much longer, my beautiful little slut,” he rasped. He slapped my pussy two more times in quick succession, causing one lightning bolt of desire after the next to shoot straight to my clit.

I gasped, my body heating with wild abandon. Every nerve tingled with electricity, threating to ignite at any given moment. My skin prickled, and I felt a droplet of sweat roll down my spine. With a shiver, I gazed up into his eyes.

They were full of raw appreciation. He wasn’t teasing me. He meant every single word.

“I’m not?” I questioned, my voice trailing off in the midst of the tension crackling between us. His fingers slid across my hip, just trailing above the waistband of my panties. I licked my bruised lips. His gaze followed the movement of my tongue, and I blushed a much brighter red.

“No,” he answered simply.

Then his fingertip curled underneath my panties, and he tore them right off. The fabric pinched at my tender, wet folds, and I cried out, but he yanked a bit harder, and the fabric parted like the Red Sea.

“I liked those,” I breathed, my disbelief written into every syllable of my voice, but he smiled, chuckling softly under his breath.

“I’ll buy you another,” he said, as if it was that simple.

“Those were a gift,” I countered.

“From another man?” he growled, and all of a sudden, the atmosphere in the room darkened, filling with the resounding waves of his anger and jealousy, and I sucked in a nervous breath.

“Yes,” I whispered. It was true. They’d been a Valentine’s Day gift from Alex, only he’d ended up breaking up with me the same day and I’d never worn them for him. In fact, this was the first time I’d worn them at all, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him.

“Then I’m going to burn them,” he snarled.

For a moment, I was exceedingly aware of how my pussy clenched and my nipples zinged with need over his possessiveness. It felt like something out of the caveman days, but I kind of liked it anyway.

That didn’t mean that I would go down without a fight.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenged. “Firstly, they’re mine, and secondly, I don’t think you’re the type to destroy a woman’s belongings simply out of jealousy.”

“Jealousy?” he echoed, a smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t get jealous, Miss Davis. I just don’t like the idea of you wearing something from another man. It’s… distracting.”

“Well, Mr. Blackwater, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t dress for you or any man,” I retorted, my voice steady but laced with a hint of defiance. “My wardrobe choices are mine alone.”

“For now,” he countered, and I lifted my chin almost as if I was directly challenging him.

What did that mean? And why did my body heat at his words? Why did a part of being made to dress in whatever his heart desired make my pussy pulse?

“Fuck you, Mr. Blackwater,” I snarled with just as much ferocity of my own. His gaze darkened and the corners of his mouth turned up with a smirk.

The flats of his fingers spanked my bare pussy, and the ensuing sting was more than enough to steal the words right out of my mouth.

“Patience, Miss Davis. We’ll get to that soon enough.”

I snarled and his ensuing smirk made my pussy pulse as if it had developed its own heartbeat.

“First, my needy little slut, you’re going to get down on your knees.”

I whipped my head around towards him and opened my mouth to protest, but his hand was already on my shoulder, pushing me down. My strength was no match for his, but I tried to fight anyway. Before I knew what was happening though, he’d already forced me to my knees.

“I’m not your needy little slut,” I snapped, and his devious smile begged to differ. He grabbed the hair at the back of my scalp and fisted it, pulling it taut enough for a flash of pain to radiate across the back of my head.

I cried out, but that didn’t stop him from pressing the massive bulge of his cock against my cheek. With a cry, I tried to pull back, but he held me in place whether I wanted it or not.

“Today, you’re going to be,” he replied, the huskiness in his voice revealing his own desire in spades. I nipped at his thigh, only for him to drag me by the hair to his desk. He spun me around so that the back of my head pressed against the front of the desk and then stopped in front of me, the hard line of his cock level with my heated gaze.

“I’m going to use that pretty mouth, my little slut. I’m going to fuck it. I’m not going to be gentle. You’re going to take it like a good girl unless you want me to take off my belt,” he growled.

His belt?

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