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“Then earn it.”

I wheel the chair closer to the desk, and in doing so, jostle her enough that she whimpers. I pay the sound no mind as I continue working, and she stays still. The only sign it’s affecting her is the soft breaths she lets out, and the way her cunt clenches around me now and then.

When I close the document, she lets out a soft sigh.

And then I open another, and the sound becomes a whine.

“Watch it,” I say into her ear.

“How much longer?”

I don’t miss the way she wiggles her hips, clearly trying to be subtle, and my cock doesn’t miss it either. Does she know I’ve been fighting the urge to fuck up into her this entire time? I hold back a groan and grab her hips, pressing her down until she takes every inch.

“You’ll come when I say you can.”

“Please.”

Her cunt tightens around me, and I know she’s doing it on purpose.

“How can you be so bad and begging at the same time?” I bite her neck. “I always knew you would be a brat.”

But it’s hot. Everything about this is. And she gave me this office. She made this for me.

“I can’t punish you the way I want to,” I whisper. “But this weekend, I’m going to spank your ass raw.”

She whimpers, and this time, there’s no missing the way she swirls her hips in a circle. “Please.”

“Gods.”

I can’t take this anymore. I fuck into her and use my hold on her hips to bounce her on my cock, the sounds filling the tiny space. Under my breath, I say a charm so the rest of the office won’t hear—not strong enough for me to do what I really want, but enough to get her off.

And me too. It won’t take long.

If I were a harsher dom, I’d probably deny her the orgasm, but we haven’t talked about that yet, and I know I’m the only one who’s ever made her come. She may not enjoy being denied after a lifetime of lackluster sex.

“How close are you, sweetheart?” I whimper, my eyes rolling up to the ceiling.

“So close. Please let me come. Please.”

Fuck. Does she know she sounds like an angel when she begs? I can only groan, twitching inside her, desperately trying to avoid my orgasm.

“Come for me.” I slip my hand to the front and rub her clit as I spill into her, forcing us over the edge at the same time. Her walls suck me in, and my name slips past her lips. No one else’s. Mine.

For a moment, everything feels right. Peaceful.

It’s like it is in my dreams, where she belongs to me. In those same dreams, it won’t be putting her at risk to let her into my heart. I won’t be torn in two directions. I won’t be terrified to be with her and equally petrified to be apart.

I’m practically floating, living in a world where we can be more than friends. More than rivals. Everything.

“Fuck. Fuck.” I rest my head on her shoulder, breathing harshly.

”T-the key is in my pocket.” She whimpers through what I assume to be the aftershock of her orgasm.

“Wish I could hold you.” I kiss her shoulder over the fabric of her cardigan. “I meant what I said. I’ll see you this weekend.”

There’s no denying I’ve been pulling back—at least from the sex—but I need to see her again, and I think she needs me, too.

I unlock the handcuffs and lift her, watching as my cum drips from her clenching hole onto her heavenly, thick thighs, decorated with white stretch marks. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t clean it up. I let it stay there, painting her as mine.