Page 77 of Savage Bosses

I unbuttoned her blouse, pausing to flick the front hook of her bra that held her breasts hostage. My muscles flexed at the invitation her beaded nipples presented. Like a man starved, I enveloped one dark bud in my mouth and sucked.

“Anik, please.”

It was the second time she’d begged. Did she even know what she was begging for? Pain or pleasure? Release? The latter would not come.

I needed to unleash my pent up anger and frustration and so did she.

Her back arched, filling my hungry mouth even more. She murmured. Her head rolled back and forth against the wall, but her quaking body wasn't enough. I stayed between the valley of her breasts, feasting on one engorged bud, then the other until they were swollen peaks.

“Anik, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” She lifted one long leg, wrapping it around my thighs. “I haven’t been able to come since that night.”

My dick strained at her confession.

“I’ve tried vibrators, my favorite dildo…nothing works. I need you inside my—” She looked away but not before I glimpsed the lust in her eyes.

I tilted her chin until she was looking at me from under hooded lashes. I searched her face for any hint that she was trying to stop me from reclaiming her. Sway me. Or manipulate me. But there was no deception in her fevered tone. Her passion clawed at the outskirts of mine as I reached for the word that eluded me. The words that described what I saw when I looked at Zoerina.

Not forgiveness—that hadn’t been earned yet. Not sympathy for her aroused state—I had none.

Astonishingly beautiful.

Yes, Zoerina was ravishing as she opened and blossomed under my touch. Desire heated her soft skin, a plea for me to mold our bodies together and revel in our intimacy.

Her leg tightened, pressing her pelvis against my throbbing erection and I growled, gripping her restrained wrists.

“I didn’t give you permission to get off. Humping my leg is a bold move for someone already in trouble.” Daring her, I lifted her, walking us to my desk and leaned her over the smooth surface.

“The desk is cold.” She squirmed when her erect nipples pressed against the cool glass.

“Don’t move or your punishment won't count.”

She instantly settled and I sat in my chair to admire the view of her sprawled across my desk. And her perfect ass inches from my face. My mouth watered. Slowly, I pushed her pencil skirt up over her hips to crowd around her waist. I couldn’t suppress a gasp as her lacy white underwear greeted me.

I didn’t know how long I stared at her ass but it was long enough for impatience to set in. She shifted, arching her back to glance over her shoulders. I didn’t issue a second warning. I brought my hand down hard against her bottom.

“Oh!”

Again, I smacked her ass, loving the jouncing flesh under my palm. I delivered another before pausing to massage her heated skin. “You need to count, fatenah. A lash for each of your past mistakes.” There were five instances I knew of. I wished there were more than five.

“That’s three,” she panted, but the sound was strained between her catching her breath and moaning.

I ran my fingers under her panties to spread her engorged nether lips, eliciting a long shudder from her body. “Repentance starts when you start counting from one.”

“But…”

I coat my fingers in her juices before sucking them into my mouth and almost come from how sweet she tasted. Her scent permeated my office and I wanted nothing more than for her elixir to linger in the air.

Another hard slap to her left cheek caused her to cry out.

“One!”

“No, Fatenah,” I warned. “Say my name when you cry your pleasure.”

“For Pete’s sake!”

I smiled. “Who’s Pete? Has his fingers been in your pussy?” This time, I didn't spread her nectar along her passage. I pushed two thick fingers into her drenched pussy.

“Oh my gosh!” She whimpered. “It’s just a say—”

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