Page 43 of Leverage & Obedience

His palm connects with my ass. The sting flares right through my skirt, and heat floods my pussy. I grip the edge of the desk, and a moan slips out. He waits.

“They have vision and dental, Bren. Vision and dental.”

Another spank, harder. The impact radiates through me, and my hips push back before I can stop them. I’m already soaking my panties, and we’ve barely started. He pushes my skirt up, bunching the fabric at my hips, and his fingers slip beneath the elastic of my panties. He tugs them down my thighs, and the air hitting my wet pussy makes me shiver.

“You’re dripping.” His voice is rough, and there’s a smile in it. His fingers slide through my folds, parting me. “Your pussy is pretty wet for a woman weighing her options.”

“I’m a complex person.”

He spanks me again, bare skin this time. The crack is loud. The sting is sharper without the fabric, and the sound I make isn’t even slightly professional. His fingers return to my pussy, spreading me open, circling my clit so slowly it makes my thighs tremble.

I’m panting. My forehead is pressed against the cool mahogany, and his fingers on my clit are making my head spin from pleasure.

“You’re staying.” His fingers still. “Admit you’re not going anywhere.”

I wiggle my ass at him. “Make me.”

He rubs my clit faster, and I hear his zipper lowering. When his cock notches against my entrance, he waits there without pushing in. The tip is barely touching me while his fingers keep working my clit. The wait is unbearable. I try to push down onto him and he pulls his hips back just enough to deny me.

“Beg,” he says.

“Nope, I don’t beg.”

Not even the desk believes me.

“You do. You will.” He pushes in just enough for the stretch, and then he stops. I push my hips back, and his hand clamps down on my hip, holding me right where he wants me. The control is maddening.

“Bren.” My voice is breathy. “Please.”

He doesn’t move.

“Please fuck me.”

He pushes in another inch. My walls clamp around him, and I moan in delight.

“You’re staying. Or you don’t come.”

Oooh, oh no, no, no.

“I’m staying,” I whimper. The brat is silenced by the threat of no pleasure. I turn my head and rest my cheek on his desk. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours.”

“You are.”

He drives into me. One deep, savage thrust that buries him to the hilt and rips a slutty moan from my throat. I have to brace my hands next to me on the desk so I don’t slide forward. He’s already pulling back, slamming in again with a force that shoves my hips into the desk edge and makes the pen cup rattle.

“That’s my girl,” he growls.

He fucks me relentlessly, his cock driving deep on every stroke. One hand fists in my hair, the other braces against my hip, and the rhythm is brutal. I love it. My nipples scrape the desk through the fabric of my blouse with each thrust. The pleasure spirals in my core, and I’m shaking.

I lift my ass and push backwards, taking him deeper. I’m his, and I want all of it.

“Harder,” I gasp. “Fuck me harder.”

He growls and jackhammers into me with a force that jolts my whole body. The pen cup topples, and I almost laugh. Some things never change.

He releases my hair and reaches around to my clit, working it in circles while he pounds into me. The coil in my belly winds so tight my vision goes white at the edges.

My pussy grips him, and he groans. “Time for my brat to beg for my cum.”