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Boyd
Her fingers flex against the air, itching for some kind of purchase that doesn’t let me know I’m getting to her. But I can feel it. Taste it. The thin veil of control she has over her sanity slips further with each word I say, teetering on the precipice of complete loss, making her nervous.
She doesn’t realize how good it can feel to give in.
Doesn’t know what I’m up to.
“I didn’t ask you to believe me,” she growls, her body locking up in a way that just won’t do.
Taking a step back, I release her from my hold and rake my gaze over her backside, trying to gauge if she’ll bolt or wait to see what I do next. A long pause fills the air, silence settling like bricks around us, but she doesn’t move a muscle.
I’m not even sure if she’s breathing.
Arousal snakes down my spine as I consider the submission here, but I’m hesitant too, in case this is a ploy to attack me again. Unbuttoning my sleeves at their cuffs, I begin rolling them up my arms, swallowing over the knot in my throat she causes just by existing.
It’s dangerous, what I’m about to do, considering her father could come back from his meeting any time or her brother could show up and come wondering why I sent everyone home early, but I don’t even care.
My need for her is greater than the threat of the forbidden. Her brother could skin me alive after today and it’d have been worth every second.
She starts to turn around, but I tsk, making her pause. “Face forward, hands on the desk. Now.”
A laugh tumbles from her lips, and she ignores me, continuing to turn anyway. Fury flashes across my vision at her defiance, and I move before she can finish spinning, yanking her arms from the sides of her body and pinning her hands down on the desk.
“Your impulsivity and inability to rationalize with yourself almost got you in a fuckton of trouble today, princess. I can’t have shit like that going on in my office, not when there are people around. You need to blow off steam, need somewhere to funnel your violent little tendencies, you come to me. This will be the last public outburst you have.”
I breathe into her ear, using one hand to unbuckle my belt and pull it free from its loops. Her bottom lip trembles, and I reach up to grab her face and wrench it backward so I can capture the pouty flesh with my mouth, plundering with teeth and tongue before shoving back.
She straightens, fear rolling off of her in tremors, as I slide the leather gently along her spine and down the seam of her jeans, a small hint of what’s to come.
“Off.”
“Boyd, I’m not—”
Snapping my wrist forward, I let the tip of the belt lash against her ass. She jumps, her lungs clawing for air, but still doesn’t move. My lips curve into a smirk as her fingernails dig into the desk, heat igniting in my chest at the realization that she’s not asking me to stop.
“Stop talking, Fiona. You say far too much without actually saying anything at all. Now take your jeans off. I want to look at you.”
She stands there for several beats, staring at the wall without moving. Impatience ebbs through me, and I smack the flat of the belt against my palm, making her flinch again before she springs into action, unbuttoning her jeans and tugging them down over her hips.
Once she reaches her knees, she stops, glancing up at me as if waiting for some kind of direction. As if she knows that’s what I need.
I keep my face stoic, even as palpitations begin in my chest, giving her a slight nod. “All the way off. Panties too.”
Swallowing, she reaches up and hooks her thumbs in the elastic waist of the lacy thong she has on, dragging it down her thighs and stepping out of the clothes entirely. My cock throbs painfully, hard as a fucking rock as I gaze over every inch of her glorious skin, zeroing in on the meaty swell of her peach-shaped ass.
Guiding my fingertips over the gentle curve, I revel in the notion that I’ll be the first to mark her here. To show her how it feels to be branded with your lover’s existence. Her lips are just barely visible in this position, glistening with the tell of why she stays in her spot, pretty and pink and waiting for me.
Moving back into position, she glances over her shoulder, fear lacing her features. “You know I’m not... I mean, I haven’t...”
“Shh,” I say, shaking my head and gripping the back of her neck to make her face forward. “Don’t worry, princess.”
She laughs, the sound forced and breathy. “Those two words have never, ever, cured anyone’s anxiety, for the record.”
Massaging her ass silently, I tilt my head to the side and pop my neck, loosening up. Trying to rein it in before I take things too far, too quickly. She leans into my touch just as I pull back, holding my fingers flush together as my palm cracks against the fleshy underside of one cheek; she jolts forward with a grunt, elbows buckling.
“I said stop talking.”
Punctuating each syllable with another smack, I cradle her hip in my other hand to keep from sending her into the desk, even though these are relatively soft, warm-up slaps.
