Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 93347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Oh God.”
He added a third finger and pushed his hand inside my bra to tease my nipple.
My mouth opened on gasp as he twisted his fingers inside of me. The slight twinge of pain when he increased the pressure on my inner walls made me clench my fingers tighter in his hair.
I was so close.
The pressure increased.
He thrust fast then pushed the pad of his thumb against my clit with more force.
My knees buckled.
He tightened his arm across my breasts, holding me upright while constricting my ribs.
My body bucked against his restraining embrace.
The moment he sank his teeth into the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, I went over the edge.
As I cried out, he shifted his hand from my breast to my mouth.
Everything about this was wrong.
And I couldn’t get enough of it.
We hadn’t even locked the door.
Any of the co-workers I’d worked so hard to impress over these last few weeks could have walked in and found the boss’s hand up my skirt as I called out to God and all that was unholy.
I bucked again as wave after wave hit me.
Then, just as I was about to collapse in his arms, he swung my body violently to the side.
My middle struck the edge of the desk as he bent me over it. Flipping my skirt over my hips, he exposed my ass to the cool air. My skin wasn’t chilled for long.
I rested my cheek against the wood and looked up in time to see his arm raised behind me.
Before I could object, he spanked my ass with the full force of his flat hand.
He spanked me again on the same cheek. Heat bloomed over my flesh.
“Why are you—”
“You’ll see,” he ground out as he pushed his fingers back inside my now sensitive pussy.
“No, I—”
“What did I tell you about saying no to me?”
He pumped his fingers inside of me. The heightened fear and pain from his spanking as he held me in a humiliatingly submissive position over the desk played on all my darkest kinks.
I came a second time.
While my head still spun, he twisted his hand in my low ponytail and yanked me upward. Tears pricked my eyes from the sharp sting. My body slammed against his.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my cheeks while he jerked my mouth open.
He then pushed three fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
Tears blurred my vision as I swept my tongue over his fingers, forced to not only taste the proof of my own pathetic submission, but to clean it off his skin.
He pulled his hand free. “Good girl.”
I sniffed and lowered my head, unwilling to let him see the turbulent emotions playing across my face.
When he tried to caress my cheek, I turned my face to the side, avoiding his touch.
My neck wrenched back as he renewed his grip on my hair. I couldn't turn away when he cupped my cheek.
He ran his thumb over my cheekbone, swiping at a wayward tear.
He frowned as he stared down at me. “Why do you insist on fighting me when you know you will lose?”
My lower lip trembled as I forced myself to hold his gaze. Blinking past the tears, I raised my chin. “Because one of these days, I’ll win…and I hope it breaks you when I do.”
Just once.
Just once I wanted to see this casually manipulative, overly confident, arrogant, god-like man brought to his knees by an unexpected blow.
I curled my fingers into fists at my sides.
And fuck, I didn’t just want to be there when it happened.
I wanted—needed—to be the cause of it.
I grasped on to that tiny spark as if it were my only light in the unrelenting darkness that surrounded him. I wasn’t as naive as he thought me. While I might not know what game he was playing, I at least knew I was an unwilling participant.
And in every game, even the weakest player gets a chance to play.
All I wanted was a chance.
A chance to break him, even if it was just for one fleeting moment.
The hard glint in his gaze intensified as his lips thinned.
I swayed and had to grasp the edge of the desk behind me for purchase.
He snatched his jacket off the desk, slipped his arms into it, and glared at me as he buttoned it. Without saying a word, he turned on his heel and marched to the door. After opening it, he paused.
"The car will take you home at five. Be ready by seven.”
He slammed the door shut behind him.
Unable to keep up the farce any longer, I crumpled to the floor. Leaning my forehead against the side of the desk, I let the tears I’d barely kept back flow.
The last time I defied him, I'd lost my job and was basically kidnapped.
And that was in a city where I at least had a few friends to turn to for help.