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“Why? You don’t want me to fuck you?”

“I do…”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“How long have you wanted to fuck me?”

I pause. “What?”

Clive tugs the chain and I gasp. “You’re not allowed to ask me questions,” he says, growling. “If you have a question, you will request permission to ask it first.”

“Mr. Snow, may I please ask a question?”

He smiles, impressed. “Go ahead.”

“… uh…” I go blank. “Crap, I forgot what I was gonna say.”

His character breaks and he lets out a laugh before quickly flattening his lips again. “Ms. Payne…” he warns.

I try not to laugh either. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

“We’re having a very serious discussion right now,” he says.

“Very serious,”I repeat, barely keeping it together.

He flicks the chain and I wince at the new, piercing pain.

“Ow…”I say.

Clive stares at me, his bright eyes shifting dark, and I take a deep breath.

“How long have you wanted me?” he asks me again.

I swallow the last of my laugh. “Weeks,” I answer, truthfully.

He pauses, his lips curling. “You wanted me before you ever set foot in Red Brick,” he says slowly. “Didn’t you?”

I eye his finger still wrapped around the chain. “Yes,” I say.

He sits still for what feels like forever before he rests the chain against my skin again. I exhale with relief, but the movement of my chest still makes the clamps pinch me harder. The more I move, the more it hurts. Every second a little more feeling comes back. A sweat breaks on my brow. I’m completely torn between fighting pain and receiving pleasure I’ve long ached for.

“I wanted you, too.”

I open my eyes and look up at him.

Clive adjusts his position, taking hold of his cock in his right hand. “I like to watch you,” he begins. He guides his tip down toward my slit. “You walk with confidence and grace. Strength and poise, like nothing bothers you.” He rubs his tip between my folds, separating them to expose my throbbing clit. “I want to bend you over your fucking desk.”

I sigh with pleasure, instantly imagining it.

He rubs his tip along my clit. “I want to make you moan for me,” he says.

Pleasure aches through me, forcing me to move and shake. It twinges my nipples, mixing delicious pain into it. I hate it and love it at the same time. I don’t want it to stop.

Clive continues rubbing me with his dick, refusing to slow down. “I told myself, one of these days…” He chuckles. “I’ll fuck her brains out.”

I moan, the tension building inside.

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