Page 29 of Tangled Control

Not even attempting to take the file, I lean back in my chair, stapling my fingertips, more alert and alive than I’ve been all day. The snarl on Catriona’s lips is so different to when they part on a moan. What will they look like parted for another reason, stretching around my cock?

“I’m not sure I like your tone,” I say slowly.

A sharp intake of breath coupled with her chin lifting.

That easy.

One sentence, and her body reacts to me.

Seven small words, and she’s in my web. The blood is pumping fast through my body, swishing in my ears.

“Well, it’s all you’ll get,” she snaps, but there’s a low quiver to her tone.

“Your disrespect isnotwelcome. It will have to be dealt with.” I grin, but it’s more a flash of teeth than anything else. “Punished.”

Her nostrils flare and her eyes lose some of the coldness, darken. “Y-you can’t do this…”

“Watch me.” Slowly, I rise from my chair and walk around the desk. She’s fisting the sleeves of her jacket as I pass her to lock the door. The office is likely empty, but I’m not takingchances. All common sense may have left me – yet again – but it doesn’t mean that I’m careless.

Stepping up behind her, I whisper close to her ear, “You’ve been a bad girl…”

Goosebumps raise across her flesh, and her shoulders hike up on a big inhale as I reach around her, undoing the buttons of her jacket. With a patience and calm I don’t feel, I remove the jacket and leave her in her grey, short-sleeved blouse.

“You’ve been disrespectful, and that is very naughty.” I fist her ponytail, forcing her head back. Her slender neck arches so beautifully. The pad of my thumb traces her pulse as I soften my tone. “You know I don’t like naughty girls. Bad girls need to be punished so they can be…good girls.”

“Ah…”

I hide my smirk at her revealing moan while my chest swells in pride at unlocking her kink. My diamond is a sucker for a bit of praise.

“You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

She licks her lips but stays silent. I tug her hair.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“I-I want to be…”

I brush the tip of my nose up her exposed neck, loving the way her breath stutters. “You want to be…” I prompt.

“I want to be a good girl.” The words are whispered, but they could just as well have been shouted as heat bursts through my groin. I suck on the sensitive skin under her earlobe.

“I wonder what kind of punishment you deserve today.”

I let go of her hair and wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing lightly. She whimpers but doesn’t fight me. I squeeze harder, and her pulse increases under my fingers. God, my own is running wild. This power trip has my brain sizzling. What I wouldn’t do for some lengths of rope right now. I didn’t evenwear a tie to work today. Instead, I rely on her obedience as I guide her arms behind her back and make her grab her elbows.

“Don’t move.”

I shift to stand in front of her. Her breasts are pressed tight against her grey shirt, the buttons strain against the fabric with every unsteady inhale. I glimpse a black bra. I want to see it – I want to see what’s cupped in the bra – I want her to stand there, flashing me, humiliated yet yearning.

My hands shake as I undo the first button. But they steady as my dominance solidifies over her, this strong, independent woman who stands with arms clasped behind her back, allowing me to unbutton her shirt. What else she will let me do?Where is her limit?

I push her shirt open, but I don’t untuck it from her trousers. It’s somehow more wicked to have her only partly undressed. More seedy and desperate. Pink colours her cheeks and all the way down to her collarbone. My mouth waters as I pull the cups of her black bra under her breasts. I fill my hands with her soft flesh, and her nipples poke my palms as I squeeze.

“Ah…”

I immediately let go and tut. “This isn’t a reward, Miss Taylor, it’s punishment.”