Page 90 of Wicked Fantasies

“Control.”

She fought to restrain the tremor that racked her body at his words. She didn’t give up control. Ever. Not at work, not in her relationships, and definitely not in the bedroom.

She shook her head slightly, wanting to protest his choice, but she couldn’t. She knew it. She’d made the bet and walked into this deal with her eyes wide open.

“Take off your panties, go bend over my desk and pull up that blasted skirt. I want to see your bare ass in ten seconds or you’ll be punished.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Ten, nine, eight…”

She stood spellbound until he reached five, and then her body reacted before her mind could talk her out of it. By the time he hit one, she was in the position he’d requested. She wanted to feel like a fool, but she was too busy marveling over the sudden gush of arousal gathering at the vee of her legs to summon the emotion.

He walked over to her and without preamble slapped her ass twice. His blows were hard, unexpected, and she cried out.

Reed bent over her body as she lay prone against his desk. “That’s for being a smart-ass.”

“Oh, I’ll show you a smart-ass.”

Her words provoked him to spank her again. She wanted to shut out the impact of his hand striking her, but he made it impossible. He shoved her feet apart, dragging his hand along her slit from clit to ass. She shuddered.

She’d never let a man put her in this position, take control of her like this.

He leaned over once more. “Open your mouth.”

She fought like the devil to ungrit her teeth enough to obey. He pushed a finger between her lips. “Clean my finger off.”

His finger was soaked with her body’s juices. She licked the thick digit, squirming as the sensation of tasting her own arousal produced even more. Her body felt like he’d lit it on fire with just a few swats of his hard hand and a simple touch of his finger. Dammit. She wasn’t this sort of woman. What the hell was he doing to her? Her body and mind were engaged in hand-to-hand combat, struggling against the intensity of his touches, his demands.

“You’re soaking wet, Frankie. Your pussy is drenched. You love this.”

She wanted to refute his words as he removed his finger from her mouth, but the proof was suddenly sliding down the inside of her thigh.

“Just remember, payback is a bitch, Reed. You may have won this fantasy, but there are two more bids at stake. I’m about to kick yourit’s a man’s worldphilosophydown your throat.”

He spanked her again, his blows growing in intensity, strength. God help her if anyone was standing outside the door. There was no way they could mistake what was taking place in this room as she cried out louder after one particularly hard slap. Jessica was probably getting one hell of an education.

“Goddamn you,” she muttered when he pushed two fingers in to the hilt. The unexpected claiming sent her to the tips of her toes, her body responding to his touches, divorced from her brain. She was encouraging his rough thrusts, moving into each shove, silently begging for more.

She was mere seconds from having an orgasm when he withdrew his fingers, his hand resting on her sore ass.

“Fuck you!” she yelled. “Finish it.”

He chuckled and she started to push up, ready to do violence to the man if he didn’t stop teasing her. She needed to come.

A firm hand against her upper back held her to the desk. “No,” he said, his voice full of authority, his tone proving he wasn’t finished claiming his prize. “I haven’t given you permission to stand up.”

“I don’t need your permission.”

“The hell you don’t. Don’t make me gag you, Frankie.”

She opened her mouth, her words the only thing she had left to fight with.

“I mean it.” He punctuated his warning with a finger in her ass. She reared up, but he continued to hold her upper body against the hard top of the desk. His finger, wet from her juices, explored her ass, and she couldn’t help thinking his touch felt almost clinical, like he was on some damn fact-finding mission.

“Why don’t you stop messing around and start using that finger like you mean it?”

He froze, and for a moment, she feared she’d pushed him too far. She really didn’t want to be gagged.

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