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“I’m not sure if I ca—”

“Now!” I cut her off, approaching her with a single, yet determined step.

“Yes, sir.” She nods, but moves away from me, her naked thigh brushing against the large leaves of the plant next to her as she retreats.

“This is going to happen, little Miss Riley. There’s no backing out,” I snarl as I watch her unbuttoning her tight-fitting white blouse. “And only you can make this easy for yourself—or very, very hard. The choice is yours.”

She nods along as I speak, and her fingers start to move faster with every syllable. I can see the excitement flaring in her eyes as she hurries to please me to her best abilities. She tears herself out of the blouse, exposing her perky breasts underneath. I could see her hardened nipples protruding against the thin fabric before, showing what a good girl she was for not wearing a bra tonight, just like I told her.

“Good girl,” I praise when the last item of clothing has been removed and she is standing before me completely naked. We have only been playing for a few weeks, but it’s enough for her to know that she mustn’t follow the inclination to cover herself before my eyes—so she doesn’t. She just stands there, her idle fingers moving aimlessly as she lets her arms hang at the side of her body, her shoulders pulled back and her eyes latched onto mine.

“You know what to do,” I tell her. “We talked about this.”

She swallows dryly while her eyes wander to the desk next to her.

“Do it,” I press, keen on interfering with any doubts that may creep up on her right now.

Riley shakes her head, but just as I’m about to warn her again, she does what I expect of her. She pushes the keyboard of her boss’s computer aside to make room for herself. Then she leans over the desk, placing her elbows on the gray surface before hollowing her back for me. Her gaze remains fixated on the table while her fingers clench around the edges.

“Good girl.”

The praise ignites something in her, evident in the way she moves as if shaken by a leisurely wave.

She stiffens when I come closer while unbuckling my belt. A tremor journeys through her body when she hears me unzipping my pants and I place myself right behind her.

“Spread,” I command—and this time she doesn’t hesitate to comply. Her hands move back to her ass in an instant, her fingers digging into the pale skin speckled with fading bruises—the remains of our last session a few days ago—as she spreads her cheeks apart for me. The sight of the blue diamond butt plug pleases me just as much as the view of her glinting core. I have been hard from the moment we left the restaurant, but the need for her becomes almost unbearable now.

And I know she’s feeling the same way.

I’ve been denying her for days, reveling in the way she yearned and begged for me to fuck her again. Little Miss Riley is not the kind of slave girl who finds pleasure in lying at a man’s feet with her hands and ankles tied while humiliating herself with unanswered pleas. That’s not the kind of girl she is.

However, she is the kind of girl who would negotiate the terms upon which her wishes would be fulfilled. And she is the kind of girl who agrees to get fucked on her boss’s office desk if she is told that this is the only place where I’ll deign to give her that pleasure.

I didn’t plan to fuck her just yet. I wanted to prolong her torture, to make her squirm and beg for my cock while I pushed to see how far she would be willing to go, if she was in the right state of mind.

After all, I might have use for someone like her.

But she messes with my plan by releasing that irresistible moan when the tip of my cock barely caresses the soft skin of her pink lips. She moves back an inch, the grip on her ass cheeks intensifying while her hot center begs to be fucked by me.

I hate the feeling of defeat that washes over me as I follow her invitation. I hate that she has this kind of control over me.

But it’s all forgotten as soon as I thrust myself into her, stretching her with my entire length until her perky cheeks are pressed against my pelvis.

I forget everything when I’m with her.

And that’s exactly the problem.

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