Page 12 of Tied

My lips clash against hers with such violence that she almost tumbles backward, only held in place by my arm wrapped around her slim waist. She mewls when her tongue finds mine and we melt into one, both taking from each other ruthlessly. I bite her lower lip, sucking on it until she moans in pain—and when I retreat, she tries to do the same to me.

Naughty little Miss Riley.

She’s always been like that, cheeky and just as demanding as I was. But unlike me, her pleasure doesn’t stem from taking with a domineering hand. She likes to give and please, she likes to be subdued—but she never gives in without a fight. She’s a tough one, hard to break and even harder to keep.

It only makes her more irresistible to me.

I break our kiss, holding her in a tight grip while she remains completely at my mercy, her head tilted, her back hollowed, and her hands struggling against the ties behind her back.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” she breathes out, and those are the exact same words that are going through my head.

Good, very good.

I let go of her hair and reach behind her back, unfastening the ties around her wrists as quickly as possible before I tug the suit jacket off her shoulders. I need her. I need to see her naked body quivering with desire for me.

She jumps back in surprise after I open the first button of her blouse then rip it down the seam, the remaining buttons flying across the floor. The motion reveals her lacy bra underneath.

“What are you d—”

“Shut up!”

Her eyes widen when my hand snakes around her left wrist and I pull her close until she slams against my hard chest. I lock her in with another kiss, our lips never parting while I tear the remaining shreds of the blouse completely away from her trembling body. She lets it happen, her arms idly floating next to me as she seems uncertain what to do.

“Get rid of those pants! Now!”

She gapes up at me in disbelief. “Here? But—”

“As if that’s ever bothered you before.” I grab her wrists and move them down to her core. “You think I don’t remember what a little slut you are, Riley? You don’t think I remember every little thing that happened back then?”

She blushes and her eyes remain latched onto mine as she fumbles with the zipper of her pants, her body eager to obey while her mind can’t stop its futile protest.

My face stays close to hers, our lips almost touching, as I continue to revive her memory.

“You think I’ll ever forget your cute little ass bent over the desk of your boss, your cheeks blossoming in all shades of red while I gave you the spanking you begged for?”

She moves faster, yanking down her pants, her breath accelerating and heat rising to her cheeks.

“You think I’ll ever forget how beautifully you came for me, Riley?” I am reveling in her response. “How you exploded on my cock, right there on that desk, with all of them watching?”

“I didn’t know they were—”

“So? Would it have stopped you?”

She chews at her lower lip, closing her eyes in shame as she hopes to evade giving an answer to that question.

“Would it?” I press, yanking her head back by grabbing her hair again.

“No!” she blurts out.

“Good girl,” I praise her, loosening my grip on her before I retreat. “Step out of those pants and take off your bra.”

She doesn’t hesitate to comply with my order, staggering as she steps out of her suit pants before she reaches behind her back to unhook the bra. Her heated cheeks are glowing in a pretty, dark red shade, and when she removes her bra, she regards me with a coy look through fluttering eyelashes. So adorable—and so fake.

“Come here,” I command, beckoning her to come closer with my index finger.

She complies, leaving the bra behind on the floor. She is now wearing nothing but a white g-string, the lace matching the bra she had been wearing.

“What a cute set,” I comment as she comes to a halt in front of me, and I hook my finger under the hem of her g-string. “Do you always dress like this for a job interview, Riley? Did you expect to model for me like this today?”

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