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“I’m a bad girl!” she moaned, the words flowing from her as thick and sweet as honeyed cream. God, why did it have to feel so good?
Richard raised his hand, then held it there. “Again.”
“Mmm… I’m a bad, bad girl!” Biting her lower lip, Scarlet chanced a glance back, her eyes pleading, but for what? Mercy, or perhaps another smack.
His hand dropped to brush over her buttocks. She instinctively flinched away from his touch but relaxed when his fingers began kneading her backside, massaging away the heat. “You admit you’ve been bad?”
“Yes… very… mmm… bad…” Scarlet purred, pushing back against his hand as he made larger and larger circles. She was so turned on, so wet. What was he doing to her? Why was he making her so horny?
“Teasing me. Trying to seduce me. Belittling my wife.” His hand slid down between her legs, fingers reaching, feeling, sliding along her wetness, pushing through her grasping heat.
“Yes!” Scarlet gasped, her whole world shrinking down to the feeling of his finger filling her, stroking her delicate inner tissues, swirling and stirring her into wild delirium. Greedy for more, she wriggled and circled against his swirling digit, spreading her legs wider, opening for him.
“That’s it, you bad girl, and who's the boss now?”
She swallowed, her body clenching around the digit, the tension building inside her. “You are.”
“Again,” he growled, curling his finger to brush over that patch of rough tissue under her clit while thrumming the bundle of nerves with the pad of his thumb.
Scarlet gasped, her eyes widening as a fog settled over her thoughts. Sensation rippled outward from wherever he touched, only threatening to crash over her, driving her to the brink. Just not over it. It was the sweetest torture, the cruellest ecstasy.
No one had ever done this to her before, made her feel so vulnerable. It was delicious. “You… You’re the boss… Richard!”
He couldn’t remember the last time she’d used his Christian name. And the way she said it, so pleading and desperate, had his lips twisting in a dark grin before he leant down over her to lick the shell of her ear. “Good girl.” He withdrew his finger.
Panic flaring inside her, she twisted right and left, trying to grab his hand, but the tie held strong. “No! Don’t stop…!” She yelped as he swatted her arse again, the sting dissolving into delicious throbbing pleasure.
“Are you talking back to me? Bad girl,” He growled, his tone low and primal, all but tearing at his belted trousers to liberate his cock. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed the crown along her slick, greedy cleft, the tip sliding through her swollen folds to graze her little bundle of nerves, making her shudder and gasp.
“No… please… Sir… mmm… don’t stop… feels so good… I…” Panting, her pussy hot and throbbing, begging, no demanding more, Scarlet pressed back, circling her hips, desperate to feel him slide inside her, filling her, pounding her.
It did no good. He had her pinned to her desk, caged by his body, hands bound, completely at his mercy, and it only made her burn hotter.
“What? What do you want, Scarlet?”
“Please…” she heard herself beg. Her throat tightened around the word as she turned to look back over her shoulder at him.
This couldn’t be the man she knew.
Her subordinate, dependable Richard Martin. The quiet, mild-mannered guy who never gave her a second look. That guy was fun to tease and torment, but did nothing for her, despite his thick dark hair, chiselled bone structure and broad build.
This man, who was now almost nose to nose with her, was different. Everything about him excited her. The way he looked at her, handled her, and just completely dominated her.
God, this couldn’t be happening. Who was this man? What was he doing to her? She didn’t do things like this, never at work, and she was never submissive in sex. She needed control. Her lovers were quiet and submissive, little more than tools for her pleasure, dildos with a pulse. They couldn’t make her beg.
Yet this man had. And fuck, why did it feel so good?
“Louder,” Richard pressed, enjoying the moment, relishing the turnaround, the power. He loved hearing her like this. So desperate and needy. All her poise and professionalism stripped away to leave just the raging wanton.
She licked her lips, her eyes smouldering, dark with desire. Needing to move, to take some control, she curled her hips, desperate to stroke her clit against his crest and ease the throbbing ache pulsing there. “Please!”
“Please what?” he asked, the deep growl of his tone sending hot shivers through her core as, bending his knees, he lined himself up, the broad tapered head of his cock nestling between her folds. Just one push and he would be buried inside her.
Scarlet couldn’t bear it.
“Fuck me… please, fuck me-oh!” Scarlet gasped, her eyes widening and mouth falling open in a long moan as his hips snapped forward, driving in deep. The delicious shock of his cock sliding home rushed over her, making her head spin.
Too deep. Oh God, he’s huge. How the hell does Alice ever ride this beast?
