“You won’t get away with this.”
He smirks, his expression becoming rakish and utterly arrogant. “Yes, I will.”
The grip in my hair tightens as he marches me through my room into the adjoining office. I said I needed this for work, but no work has ever been done on the big oak desk. It’s impeccably clean, thanks to Miles and his staff.
“What are you…” I pull against his grasp. “You’re insane.”
“I don’t think I am,” he says, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “I think I’m just what you need, Chloe.”
“What do you want? Money? Or are you going to…”
I can’t even say it. But we both know what’s on his mind. He’s been touching me between my legs, his dark gaze consuming my body as I writhe in his grasp. He’s taken complete and total control of me and there’s nothing I can do but yap questions at him. Questions he clearly has no intention of answering.
“I’m going to give you what you need, and what you want.”
That big hand is back on my bottom. “You do want this. Don’t you.”
He is the devil incarnate. He is a stranger who has humiliated me and frightened me—and turned me on more than I have ever been in my life.
He bends me at the waist. I feel the cool surface of the table against my breasts and belly. I feel his shoe sweep my feet open and his hands settle on the crowns of my cheeks.
“Stay down,” he drawls before I flatten my palms against the desk to push up. “I’m going to fuck you, Chloe, and you’re going to like it. But only if you’re a good girl.”
“Only if I’m… ow!”
His hand connects with my bottom again and then draws down over my cheeks and slips to the core of me. His fingertips stroke up and down the seam of my pussy. He draws the wetness up and down, over my clit and then back up again to the very entrance. Everything he does is deliberate. His touch is calculated, but oh so perfect.
He runs his other hand up the middle of my back. “That’s it,” he soothes. “Relax, settle in.”
Settle in? He makes it sound as though I am at a resort, not pinned over my own desk about to be ravaged by a stranger.
In spite of the strangeness of the command, I can’t help but do as he says. He knows how to lower his voice and make it soothing. He holds me firmly enough to make escape impossible, but not so hard it causes panic. I am not going anywhere, that much is obvious, and the longer I lie here, my bare, wet pussy on display, the more I feel myself submitting to him.
His fingers stroke between my legs again, trailing up the inside of my spread thighs, stroking the soft skin of my outer lips, finding the delicate folds between them and circling up around my clit. I find myself closing my eyes. So many men are so bad at touching me there. They are rough, brutal jerks who think a quick rub and maybe a lick or two is all it takes. This man knows better and is using that knowledge to his advantage.
“Good girl,” he praises, teasing my pussy with those gentle yet commanding touches. “Open wider, Chloe, show me what’s mine to take.”
“It’s not yours…”
“Oh, yes, it is. You already know that, don’t you.” His chuckle makes my stomach quiver. “You’re mine, aren’t you.”
“No…”
His fingers leave my pussy, but return in a quick, light slap to my lips. It’s not hard enough to hurt, but it does serve as a warning.
“Tell me, Chloe.”
When I don’t say what he wants to hear, he repeats the treatment. Having my pussy spanked should be the most painful thing to happen to me, but it’s not. The sting is transformed into arousal almost instantly. The heat from my ass is sinking through my skin, into my flesh, driving me mad with need. I am so wet. I can feel it dripping down my inner thighs.
And then I feel something else. Not his fingers, but the hot, hard, bare head of his cock sliding up my pussy. It brings me back to reality quickly. I don’t know him, and he’s not using protection. He is about to fuck me without any kind of barrier and…
“Shhhh…” he soothes, his hand scrunching in my hair. “Settle down and spread your legs.”
It’s a crazy order, but I follow it. My thighs relax and part. His cock pushes between my outer lips and finds the inner ones. He holds it there, poised at the very core of me.
“Please,” I gasp. “Don’t…”
He’s going to take me. There’s nothing I can do. He’s going to fuck me, and no matter how wet I am, there’s no way I want this… right?