Page 54 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

She didn’t fight back when I lifted her skirt above her hips, revealing a red lacy thong disappearing between her creamy ass. I held back a groan.

So perfect, yet so stubborn. I landed the perfect slap on one cheek, forcing her body to jerk forward and releasing a loud yelp from her.

She tried to turn, but I held down her head, enjoying the palm-shaped welt forming on her skin.

“Is this why you picked an attitude? You wanted me to bend you over and fuck it out of you?”

“In your dreams.” She gritted.

I struck the other cheek, this time, harder. Her scream followed immediately, her fingers curling around the edge of the table.

“You could beg, little bird.” I traced the freshly raised skin with a finger. “Take back your words and say you belong to me.”

Her voice came out strained. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

“We’ll see about that.”

I hooked a finger around her thong and pushed it aside, holding it in place with my other hand.

Contrary to her claims, her pussy glistened with wetness between her ass, wetness coated her inner thighs.

I gathered some of the juices, tracing her pink, swollen lips with them.

She shuddered beneath me, her hold on the table tightened, but she didn’t make a sound.

My lips curled. I loved how she was a fighter; it made it more rewarding when I finally broke her.

“You’re saying all of this is for the bloke that sat next to you?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Liar.” I struck her again.

Her cry was a mangled symphony of pain and pleasure, shooting straight to my cock and pushing it to a level of hardness I’d never felt before.

It strained against my pants, begging to be set free and buried into the tight, juicy cunt in front, but I couldn’t, not yet. She would beg and she would take back her words.

I slipped a finger into her, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate the intrusion.

A strangled noise caught in her throat. I could see her resolve weakening, but I could still see the fight in her.

“So fucking wet,” I groaned, gently stroking her walls. I let her relax a little before adding another finger without warning.

This time, she couldn’t stifle her moan. I pushed deeper, curling my fingers till I found the rough spot on her inner wall. Then, I pressed.

A broken sound escaped her lips as she tried to pull away from me. I grabbed her hips, holding her in place as I increased both the pressure and speed of my fingers.

“Oh god…. Kaz…. Kazimir…. door.”

I looked at the entrance of the conference room. The door was very much unlocked, but the walls in the office were soundproof and no one would enter knowing I was in here, but she didn’t need to know that.

“What? Are you scared your little boyfriend would walk in and find you bent over and taking my fingers?”

“Fuck you.”

“I very well plan to.”

I pushed her panties over her hips, freeing my hand to reach around and rub her clit.