Jocelyn took the paper from the table. Then she made a small move, as if to walk over to me.
“No,” I said, softly. “Crawl for me.”
She shuddered. Grabbing the piece paper, holding it between two fingers, she started to shuffle awkwardly forward without dropping or bending it. After a few halting movements, she looked up at me again.
I raised an eyebrow, then lifted my index finger to my mouth, gently biting my fingertip. A silent command that she understood. With one final exhale of resignation, she held the paper between her teeth and started to crawl towards me.
When she reached her destination, she practically spat it at my feet. Some of her fire had returned, and it sent a thrill up my spine. I loved it when she put up a challenge.
“The safe word is mentor,” I told her.
She raised her head high, her back curving, her stomach dipping down so that her crisp blouse started to come untucked.
“Like I’d give you the satisfaction,” she snarled.
“So defiant.” I took a step towards her, and she didn’t flinch. “We’ll see how long that lasts, hmmm?”
Reaching down, I snatched the elastic that held her hair into a tight bun, and yanked it out. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled back, up, until she had no choice but to stand. Her eyes watered, but she never flinched.
“Do you like how I train my mentee?” I demanded, clenching harder around the roots of her hair. “Would you like to get further trained as my pet, until I break you?”
“You think you can break me?” Her eyelids were heavy. Rising between us was the sweet, musky smell of her arousal. “Go on. Do your worst.”
There it was.
Her admission that she wanted me, however fiercely it came out.
I would take it.
I spun her around, grabbing her dove-gray suit jacket and jerking it down to her wrists. Quickly knotting the sleeves together created a pair of makeshift cuffs, and I pushed her forward, until her hipbones pressed against the edge of the table.
With my hand flat on the middle of her back, I pushed her down so that her chest was flat against the smooth wood. Her skirt was hiked up so high I could almost see her panties, but not quite.
I shoved my knee between her legs, spreading her thighs. She moaned, her back arching, her cheek pressed against my paperwork. Her jaw was slack, and she panted harshly.
My hands palmed her ass, roughly, almost before I realized what I was doing. In spite of how it might have looked, how it might have sounded, we were perfectly in sync.
I could feel her desires vibrating through my body. Grabbing fistfuls of her skirt on either side of the split on her thigh, I ripped the fabric in two.
I tore her pantyhose aside. She wasn’t wearing any panties, after all. I smiled, darkly, sliding my hand between her legs, just enough to smear her wetness on my fingers. When I lifted them to her mouth, she laved her tongue along them, making my cock jump.
I pressed against her ass so she could feel it, thick and throbbing for her defiance.
“Humiliate me, Master,” she whispered, muffled against the wood. “It’s all I’m good for.”
And there it was. Her greatest desire and her deepest fear, laid bare for me.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up, spinning her around and pressing her tightly against me. Caught between my body and the desk, she had nowhere to go, even if she wanted to. Her eyes were dark and ravenous, and she needed me. She needed so much that she could never put into words.
“You make such a pretty little pet,” I whispered, my hand resting on her throat. “But this isn’t who you are. It’s your fire that made me want you. Your fight. You will always be the woman in the boardroom who looked at me like I was something to be squashed under her heel. And that’s what makes your submission so precious.”
I tightened my grip, just a little.
“Never forget that. Do you promise me?”
“I promise,” she whispered.
I kissed her fiercely, with every bit of hatred and frustration I had for this whole situation, this desire to do with her what I knew I shouldn’t. I kissed her for every second I’d thought about her since laying eyes on her. Every time I’d wanted to take her apart but knew I shouldn’t.
I’d never imagined it could be this good.
She pushed me away, a powerful shove that caught me off-guard. I stumbled against the bookcase, hearing a heavy bookend on the top shelf rocking precariously. Wiping my mouth, I looked up and smiled at her.
“You shouldn’t be doing this to your intern,” she murmured, swaying towards me in her ruined clothes. She was clearly putting up a fight, wanting me to punish her more. “What makes you think you can have me?”