Page 171 of Red Marked

I whimper and press my lips together. It stings. He hit me harder than I expected, and the heat spreads under my skin in the shape of his palm.

He smacks me again, on the left this time.

I yell. There’s pleasure laced through it, and we both hear it. My clit starts to throb.

The third lands on the right again, on the exact same spot, but not quite as hard. He grunts when he does it. My ass jiggles.

I groan, and my pussy leaks. I feel it run down the inside of my thigh.

What the hell?

I’m so turned on I’m vibrating.

“Flint,” I gasp, sounding desperate.

“Fuck! You’re going to end me.” Fabric rustles as he yanks down his sweats.

He shoves my legs open as far as my pants will let them go. Then his cock is at my entrance, and he thrusts into me – hard – bottoming out in one go.

I cry out. He’s big. I’m full up. It’s so good my eyes roll back.

“You don’t get to make a sound.” He pulls back and drives in again. “You don’t get to come either. Do you hear me?”

He keeps thrusting.

“I didn’t hear you, Star. Did you hear me?”

I whimper, nod, and lock all of the noises away.

He fucks me. There’s no other word for it. His hands come down flat on the desk on either side of mine, and that’s the only place he touches me besides where we’re joined. There’s no hand on my hip. No mouth on my neck. There’s only his cock, hard and fast and deep, and his hips slapping against my stinging ass on every stroke until the burn and the pleasure are so mixed up that I can’t tell which is which.

My chest is on the desk even though I’m bracing with my elbows.

The desk shunts an inch across the floor. His keyboard rattles. Something falls over.

He grunts with every thrust. They’re low, rough noises right by my ear, and they do as much to me as his cock does. I stare at his hands. The tendons stand out all the way up his forearms. His fingers are spread wide, pressing into the wood like he’s trying to pin it down.

“Fuck, Star,” he grits out. “You disobeyed me.”

I push back to meet him. I can’t stop myself. He hisses through his teeth and goes harder. The angle changes, and now he’s dragging over a place inside me that turns my vision spotty. I pant with my mouth wide open so that nothing comes out of it. Everything below my navel winds tighter and tighter.

“I need to…” I start to say, whimpering.

“No. Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Shit! Oh god…please,” I beg.

“No!”

I start to shudder. It begins deep inside and spreads until my arms are quivering on the desk.

“Don’t you dare.” His mouth is against my hair. “Don’t you come, Star.”

“I can’t⁠—”

“Not a sound, I said. If you come, I’ll fire you.” He grunts a few times, still fucking me. I can hear he’s enjoying it. “I’ll have you packed and leaving by morning. I mean it.” He groans. “This pussy doesn’t get to come.”

Oh god.