He lowered his head, dragging just the tip of his tongue across my naked shoulder, forcing me to shudder. “You want this. You’ve wanted me since the first time you met me.”
I bit back a moan as the building heat began to sear every cell in my body. Yes, the very day I’d met him almost two years before, I’d felt the same attraction, the same desire rippling like unchained current. We’d only made eye contact, standing a solid twenty feet away from each other, but that had been enough to fuel every fantasy that a woman shouldn’t have.
My body betrayed me again, a whimper leaking out, sensuous in nature as his fingers darted to the skin just below my pussy. I even arched my back, jutting my hips out as if begging the man to fuck me. What was I doing? There was so much shame, a level of sheer agony even as the yearning took on a life of its own.
Panting, I struggled to hold onto anything, shifting my arms until I was able to push up against the desk. “Don’t. Please.”
“Which is it? Please take you into sheer ecstasy or please take what I want only?”
“Bastard,” I whispered, my voice just as sensuous as his.
“Mmm… I think I’ll do both,” he stated as if he’d owned me for years. He slid his fingers to my already swollen folds, teasing as he rolled the tip across the heated tissue. Then he moved up to my clit, pinching first, leaving me breathless before swirling his finger around in lazy circles.
“Oh. Oh…” I absolutely hated this, the way he made me feel, opening up for him so completely. But there was no denying what my body craved. His demanding touch. His commanding voice. I was lost in the moment as he fingered me, two then three fingers teasing me in a relentless fashion.
How could this man, a brutal and savage beast, bring me so much pleasure? I pressed my face against his desk, my eyes mere slits as I opened my legs wider.
“Relax for me, cherie. I think you hunger more than you know. Every part of you longs to accept so do it. What I can give you is like no other man, but only if you obey my every command.” He moved his fingers down the length of my pussy, slipping them between my folds.
“Obey you? You are one crazy freak.”
“I am a businessman, Willow, one who always maintains the upper hand. I suggest you begin to realize the predicament that you’re in. You have no control left. As of now, I am your master and you will follow every direction I give you or I assure you, the punishment you will experience will negate any concept of pleasure.” His fingers never stopped moving, taking what he claimed to belong to him.
If the man wanted to frighten me, he was going to have to work harder. I shifted, doing my best to shoot him a nasty glare. That only seemed to amuse him.
I hated this. Every second. Every concept.
But my body had other thoughts, intense longings that required fulfillment.
I could almost feel the exact moment my muscles clenched around his long digits, inviting him inside, begging him to fondle me brutally.
And he did.
As a growl left his lips, he pumped in even strokes, going as deep as his hand would allow. I was thrown into a moment of sheer nirvana, unable to think or even breathe. I finally closed my eyes, pretending this was anything but what it actually was.
“Let go, sweet Willow,” he breathed, his other hand twisting my hair and tugging, a reminder of just how dangerous he truly was.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back, to fight his wonderful yet disgusting advances. There was no amount of shame or guilt that would stop what was about to occur. I controlled my breathing, refusing to moan any longer as his fingers worked their magic, finding my G-spot and teasing me until every cell in my body was on fire.
Finally, I felt like I was going to explode, my skin rippling from the intense pleasure, my heart beating so rapidly that I could hear the beats in my ears. He was savage in his actions, driving into me in fevered motions, as if making me climax was the only thing on his mind.
But I knew better.
A man like him only owned a woman.
Taking her.
Dominating her.
Punishing her.
And there was nothing I could do.
I fell into the same rhythm as his hand, my body rocking forward and backward as he finger fucked me. The way his thumb wiggled between the cheeks of my ass was embarrassing, humiliating in every manner, but no more so than the fact I wanted it. I craved having him take me in every hole.
This was nothing but a horrible sin, giving up control to a man who would take even more once I did. I wanted to scream out, to fight him even to the death, but I couldn’t. The pleasure was too intense.
“Oh. No… I…” There were no words to right this wrong, no conviction of my heart. At least for this moment, I gave in. I reared up as the climax took me, shooting into my pussy as my mind broke. My mouth was open wide, the sound strangled as he continued the delicious actions, his thumb now seated just inside my asshole. How could anything so wrong feel this incredible? How could I allow this to happen without fighting?
“That’s it, cherie. Come for me. Come hard.”
His ragged whisper was all I needed for the orgasm to turn into a wave of pleasure, rocketing through every cell and muscle like a firestorm. The stars floating in front of my eyes were brighter than ever and I had no sense of time, no desire to leave.
At least for the few precious minutes.
I finally eased back onto the desk, trying to control my breathing.
I heard the same damn chuckle as before, a knowing that he’d bested me in the most horrible way, but I honestly couldn’t move. I was his prisoner in more than one way. When I felt the thickness of his cock slicing back and forth across my bruised ass, I held my breath once again. The understanding that he was going to take me, fuck me in any manner he desired was simply not something I could comprehend.
I shut down.
I refused to acknowledge what was happening.
I felt the pressure of the tip of his cock pressing against my outer folds. He wasn’t the brute I expected, moving slowly until he was just inside.
“So wet, cherie. Hot. Are you ready for me? Are you ready for my cock?”
I wanted to scream out the words forbidding him, but he’d already shoved his way past my secure layers, finding the hidden needs inside. I could only pant as he slipped his cock even deeper.