Page 8 of Devious Secrets

“What picture?” I lessen my grip.

Her throat works beneath my hand.

“Get off me!” She thrusts both hands at my chest and drives up her knee at my groin. Silly girl, everything she does plays out in those clear eyes first.

I easily evade her knee, and her shove does nothing but irritate me further.

“Fine,” I grind out. “You want to play this your way; we’ll do it your way.” Releasing her throat, I move my grip to her hair, fisting the dark and white locks at the roots.

She cries out as I drag her across the room.

I shove her over the edge of the desk, pushing her farther up until her toes barely touch the floor.

“Stop!” she screams, writhing on the desk, trying to scramble away, but I still have her hair. She’s going nowhere.

With my free hand, I grab the elastic band of her slacks and yank them down with such force, they tear a little at the hip.

“No!” She wiggles faster, kicking her legs out.

Dragging her more toward the edge, her ass is exactly where I want it.

“You had your chance.” I bring my hand down across her pale skin, giving no mercy.

“No!” She tries to twist, but again, I have her hair. She’s going to have to give it over soon.

Another swat and another, again and again I spank her generous ass until red blotches cover her skin. It’s a beautiful sight, and I take a moment to appreciate it.

“Okay! Okay!” Her legs still. “I’ll tell you!”

“I know you will.” I acknowledge, spreading more smacks across her ass, lowering my aim until I’m nearing her thighs. “When I’m done, you’ll tell me everything.”

“Stop. Please.” Her voice softens, but I’m not done yet.

“I gave you a chance to do this easy. You wanted this.” I slap her ass harder. The dim lighting of the room is just enough for me to make out the redness darkening.

She’s slack over the desk. Her toes scrape across the Moroccan rug my brother brought back from one of his more adventurous excursions.

Slowly, I run my hand over her heated skin. Not soothing her, but to memorize the feel of her.

“Tell me,” I say, loosening my grip in her hair.

“Let me up,” she demands softly. Even with her ass freshly spanked, she still has steel in her voice.

I grin down at her. There’s no harm, she can’t see me.

“Better you stay in position, just in case we need to revisit.” I pat her ass just enough to enjoy the bounce of her cheek.

Fuck, this is getting uncomfortable. My cock lengthens, pressing against the zipper of my slacks.

“So talk.” I lean my hip against the desk.

“Fine. I wasn’t given any information. Only told to get inside and bring back some token. That’s all. I found your office by mistake.” She sniffles.

I press my hand against her bare ass. “Lucky you. How’d you know there was an event tonight?”

We don’t employ waitstaff every night, only during special events.

“Lucky guess.” It’s more of a question than an answer.

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