Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
He reaches down and yanks the hem of my skirt up over my ass. I grunt as he bites my lip again and pulls me from the wall. He sits, dragging me down into his lap, my panty-covered ass in the air, but he peels those panties off until my dripping, glistening pussy and my soft, pale ass, still stippled with bruises from prior punishments, are available for him to do with as he pleases. I’m exposed, so exposed it sends a ripple of tension into my flesh, but I don’t want this to stop.
I want him to keep going. I want him to go too far.
“Promise me you won’t run off and do anything stupid again,” he murmurs, pulling my hair.
I gasp and glance at him. “I won’t.”
He spanks my ass once, hard. I groan and bite his thigh, making him grunt. I taste the high-end wool on my tongue like a bitter herb.
“Promise it, Pearce. Or I’m going to keep spanking you until you scream.”
“Make me scream then.”
Another spank, another. I whimper and wiggle my hips as he spreads my pussy lips wide and teases me with his fingers. He slides them inside and god, I’m soaking wet, dripping in his lap. He spanks me again before fucking me with his fingers, slowly at first, teasing me and driving me crazy. He’s in control, he’s always in control.
“You want me to get you off,” he says softly, the heat in his voice like a drug. “You want me to make you come. I can feel it in your body now, Pearce. Every twitch of your pussy, every time you flex your muscles, I can read it all like a book.”
“I want you to try.” I stare up at him and I’m struggling to control my expression, but I know what he sees: my blank, pleasure-filled eyes, liquid and needy. I wonder if he means it literally, that he can understand my body just by feeling it. I wouldn’t put it past him. “I want you to try very, very hard.”
He laughs softly and spanks me again. I groan and he spanks me again, again, until the pain starts to overwhelm the pleasure, but he plunges his fingers inside before it can ruin the moment, pushing me to a higher level, throwing me up into the stars.
I scream into his leg. I bite down hard and he flinches and spanks me but keeps going. I push back against his hand and I’m so close, about to come, tense all over and sweat rolling down my back, and god, we’re right here in his office in the middle of our workplace, but this is wrong, so fucking wrong, but I love it and I can’t make myself stop, when he suddenly pulls me off him.
“Ansell!” I stare at him, eyes wide. I was just about to come, right there on the edge and my pussy’s already starting to clench down, but he shoves me down face-first onto the couch, my ass still in the air.
His belt buckle comes undone. The jingle of the metal clasp is like music.
“Poor little Pearce,” he says quietly and I feel his strong hands grip my hips. I’m whimpering, so desperate for him to finish what he started, the asshole. I look back over my shoulder and his massive cock is so hard he’s throbbing with every heartbeat. He presses himself against my gaping, dripping opening. “Everyone wants to use you but nobody cares what you want.”
“That’s how it feels right—” I gasp as he slides himself in before I can finish. “Oh, fuck, that’s how it feels right now.”
He fucks me in hard, slow strokes, once, twice, three times, making my entire body shake and the couch thump against the wall. If someone’s in the office next door, I can only imagine what they’re thinking right now.
“That’s where you’re wrong. Everyone else, they want you to want what they want, but I only need you to do what I say. Not because it benefits me, but because it benefits you. I care about what you need, Pearce. I care about giving you what you don’t even know you crave.”
He fucks me faster, harder. I try not to moan too loudly but I can’t help myself. Pleasure rips into my core with each stroke and it’s like I’m struggling against myself, holding the orgasm I desperately need at bay just to spite him, but that won’t last long. I’m going to explode into a million little pieces and he’ll have me, just like I knew he would.
“That sounds like—fuck, oh, god, fuck—that sounds like some self-serving bullshit.”
He chuckles and pulls my hair, dragging me up against him. He kisses me over my shoulder and wraps a hand around my throat, his cock buried between my legs. I shimmy my hips, feeling him move in delicious circles deep inside.