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Her body is lit, vibrating like a cord strung too tightly, begging to be
strummed into ecstasy. I yank her shirt down around her wrists and secure it in a fitted knot, then grab the middle and force her hands upward, arcing her chest.
“Beg me to fuck your cunt.” I place my hand along her pelvis, my thumb locating her clit. I work the bundle of nerves as I drive into her, my hips bucking out of the chair.
She barely gets her plea out around her heavy pants and gasps, each vigorous thrust taking her closer to the edge. I watch her come, the pure bliss of her orgasm rippling through her as she tightens around my cock.
I sit forward and capture her nipple between my teeth, delivering a sharp nip before I clutch her hips. “You’re not getting off that easy.” I wrap my arm around her back and lift her against me as I stand.
Clearing away my laptop and folders with a hard swipe of my forearm, I lay her on my desk. “Arch your back,” I say, pushing my pants down and stepping one foot out.
Her labored breathing looks sexy as hell as she does, bowing her body into a sensual position to keep her bound wrists behind her back, her pussy seated right at the edge of my desk.
Hooking my arms under her knees, I ram into her tight center. Her moan verges on a scream, sending a thrill racing through me, my muscles taut as I hammer her pussy, my mercy long gone.
“You deserve a punishment for being such a cock tease.” My voice is thick with restraint. “Is that what you want? Is that why you fucking toyed with me all day?”
“Yes, Master.”
Hell, but she’s dripping wet. “Then demand your punishment.”
She swallows hard, and I slow my thrusts. “Punish me, Master. I deserve it.”
I pull out and grab her waist, hauling her forward. Her feet only touch the floor for the second it takes me to turn her around, shove her chest against the desk. I grip her bound wrists and push them away from her ass.
“What’s the safe word?” I ask, admiring the clear jewel as I smooth my palm over the soft skin of her behind.
“Red,” she says, not a hint of fear in her voice. She’s beginning to trust me. I rein in my lust, getting control over the pounding need to deliver a harsher than necessary punishment. The moment between us at The Firm rushes back, and I grit my teeth.
I seat my cock at her pussy. “Spread your legs.” She does, as much as possible, and I flick my wrist, giving her a firm swat.
Alexis flinches, more from the sound than the sting, before she settles against me again. “Harder,” she demands.
Leaning over her, I say, “You don’t want to push me, temptress.” But the damage is done; I raise up and smack her ass with more force, earning a satisfying cry from her.
“Harder,” she says, kicking her ass out.
A deep groan rumbles through my throat. I curl my hand into a fist, my eyes shutting as I reel in the dark thoughts. “Alexis, I’m warning you—”
“Please…” Her plea aches through me, and I’m unable to deny her.
I rub her ass before I spank. Harder. Each time, she cries out, her body recoiling but absorbing the blows. I issue three in a row before yanking my hand back, my breathing labored.
The red prints on her ass are too seductive, and I shove inside her hot cunt as I bring down another slap to the same spot. She looses a high scream, her pussy soaking me. I bite out a curse.
“Again,” she says, but the tremble in her voice douses the roaring in my ears, the fire simmering beneath my skin.
“Alexis, this doesn’t fit your punishment—you didn’t earn this.” I try to reason with her, regardless of the fact that I’m damn near clawing out of my skin to finish her off. She has no idea the restraint it’s taking to leash myself—and I have to nip her shoulder to offset some of the desire.
“I’ve earned it,” she says, too breathy. “I’ve caused so much pain…I’ve ruined things. I deserve your worst.”
“Fuck.” My jaw clenches as I reach down and snatch my belt free of my pants. She’s no longer here with me; she’s in some haunted subspace of her own making, and I’m going to end it quickly. For both our sakes.
I coax her to push the anal plug out as I remove it. Then I untie her wrists and toss the shirt aside. “Grab the edge of the desk.”
As her fingers cling to the desk, I push inside her, deep. I stay there, and once she’s braced, I fold the belt into a loop. There’s a moment of doubt—a few seconds where I question my intent—before I bring the leather down.
The belt whips the air before it cracks loud against her ass.
