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One thick brow arched. “You have a safeword.”
“No,” she cried out. “I don’t want to use it.” She let her tears and snot stain his ink blotter, evidence of her misery.
“But you will when you need to.” His hands were suddenly gone from her. He’d stepped back. “Safewords aren’t used for manipulating what you want to happen, but at the very least, you call it when you feel in danger.”
She twisted more so she could see his whole face.
His eyes glittered under the fluorescent lights. “Rise.”
She pushed herself up and turned to face him.
He grasped her waist and hauled her up to sit on the desk. “First lesson. Tell me specifically what you want.”
“I need to come.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
She rolled her eyes. His hand grasped her chin, and his face hardened.Uh-oh.More tears leaked down her cheeks.
“This week was horrible.” Oh, God, she sniveled.
He nodded. “Now, you’ll have to beg me.”
Her mouth slacked. His hand left her. She choked back the anxiety rising in her throat as his dark eyes stared down at her … waiting.
His lips thinned. “Beg me to make you come, Colette.”
He was displeased with her. “Please?”
“Please what?”
“Please, let me come. I’ll do anything.” Well, not anything, but she was pretty damned close. Not enough? “Please, sir, please, please, please.”
He nodded once. “Set your ass on the desk, spread your knees, and show me how much you need it.”
Okay, it was his desk to ruin. She did what he asked, slowly widened her legs.
His gaze dropped to her between her legs—and he smiled. “Pink. Beautiful.”
For so many years, she’d thought of herself like that – opening to him, being ready for him, accepting him. The reality, however, raised a mix of shame and need that made her entire body quake. The opposing urges to stop and continue warred inside her.
“Put both hands on either side of you, palms to the desk.”
She swallowed but followed his orders. Her need won over any sense of indignity. She laid both palms down by her sides, which forced her to lean back as if she was offering herself to him. She was.
He wasted no time thrusting two fingers inside her, and she cried out.
His eyes stormed down at her. “This one time, I’m going to release you since you asked me so nicely. But let me be clear. Your orgasms belong to me. And only I say when you can have them.”
She grasped her teeth between her lips and whimpered anew. She nodded vigorously—and his fingers widened into a V. God, the stretch felt amazing.
“You’re doing so well, little Colette.” He slowly pulled his fingers out and then pushed them back in. “You please me.” His thumb pressed against her clit hard. “When you’re being good.”
She could have stifled her groan, but she didn’t care to. He waspleased.
“I can do better,” she breathed.
“Yes, you can. So, after today, you may beg, cry, and scream, but I will choose when and how you come. Do you understand?”
