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I try to type, but my fingers are clumsy, my mind scattered. The first typo happens almost immediately, and he pinches my nipple hard in response. I whimper into the gag, my body arching against him, and he growls low in my ear.

“Focus, Ms. Christian,” he says, his voice a dark purr. “Or this is going to be a very long day.”

I grit my teeth, or try to, and force myself to concentrate. But every time I make a mistake, his fingers punish me, and I’m starting to think hisdisciplinemethods are doing the exact opposite of what they’re supposed to.

CHAPTER 6

RAEKON

Idrag her to her feet by the ball gag strap, the leather digging into her cheeks as she stumbles forward. Her wide green eyes lock onto mine, a mix of fear and defiance swimming in them. She’s testing me, pushing me, and I’m done pretending I don’t enjoy it.

“You think you can tease me and walk away unscathed?” I growl my voice low and rough. “You wanted to poke the bear, little flower. Consider me poked.”

Her muffled whimper vibrates through the gag, her hands gripping my forearm as I hold her steady. She’s trembling, but I don’t miss the way her hips shift, the way her body arches slightly toward mine. She’s scared, yes, but she’senjoyingthis. I can smell it on her, the sharp tang of arousal mingling with her fear.

I yank her closer, her body flush against mine, and lean down until my lips brush the shell of her ear. “You’ve been playing with fire, Ms. Christian. You’ve been testing me, provoking me, and now you’re going to learn what happens when you push too far.”

She whimpers again, her fingers tightening on my arm. I can feel her heart racing, the rapid thud of it echoing in my own chest. I drag her across the room to the large, sturdy desk,yanking her around until her back is pressed against the edge. She’s panting through her nose, her chest heaving, and I don’t miss the way her eyes dart down to the bulge in my trousers.

“You’re a clever little thing, aren’t you?” I murmur, my fingers trailing down her cheek to the buckle of the gag. “You knew exactly what you were doing, making those mistakes, grinding against me like some siren trying to lure me into the rocks.”

I yank Willow forward, her body bending over the polished surface of my desk. Willow issues a deep moan, the sound muffled by the gag as I pull my tie loose and wrap it around her crossed wrists. The silk slides smoothly, binding her tight, and I admire the way her shoulders tense, the way her back arches just slightly as I cinch the knot. She doesn’t fight me—not this time. Her head tilts, her fiery hair spilling over her shoulders as she looks back at me. Those green eyes are wide, yes, but there’s a spark in them I wasn’t expecting. Anticipation. She’s not just playing the game; she’s enjoying it.

Good. So am I.

I drag her back to her feet, her body brushing against mine as I turn her to face me. Her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, and I can see the flush creeping up her neck. She’s scared, but she’swaiting. I grip her hips, lifting her easily and setting her on the edge of the desk. She wobbles for a moment, her balance thrown by the gag and the tie binding her wrists, but I steady her, my hands lingering on her waist.

“You always cover yourself up,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. My fingers trail down the side of her ankle-length skirt, tracing the line of buttons that run up the side. “Mocking me. Making me wonder what treasures you’re hiding. Not anymore.”

Her eyes widen further as I slide the first button free. I’m deliberate, savoring the way her breath quickens with each one I undo. The fabric parts, revealing the creamy skin of her thigh,and I can’t help the growl that rumbles in my chest. Her legs are perfect, smooth and soft, and the sight of them makes my cock twitch in my trousers.

My hand brushes over her skin, the warmth of her making my scales tingle. It’s better than I imagined—and I’ve imagined this a lot since she started working with me. Her body tenses, a soft whimper escaping through the gag as my fingers slide higher.

“Open for me,” I command, my voice firm but not unkind. Her thighs tighten instinctively, and I smirk. “Come on, little flower. You’ve been asking for this. Don’t stop now.”

She hesitates, her eyes searching mine, but then, slowly, she lets her legs part. Just a little. Not enough. I press my hands against the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart until the soft pink fabric of her panties comes into view. She whimpers again, her body trembling, but she doesn’t pull away.

“There we go,” I murmur, my voice thick with approval. “That’s my good girl.”

I slide my hands along her inner thighs, my eyes locked on the translucent lace barely concealing her. A butterfly design. Of course. Even her panties are a contradiction—demure yet daring, just like her. I let out a low rumble of approval.

“Look at what you’re hiding under your schoolmarm skirt,” I say, my voice thick with admiration. My thumb brushes over the damp fabric, and her legs snap shut reflexively. I smack her thigh, the sharp sound echoing in the room. “Open. You are permitted no secrets from me.”

Her eyes, wide and pleading, scream at me to touch her again. But I’m not in the mood to rush. I unhook the skirt and slide it down her legs, letting it pool on the floor. She wobbles as I help her step out of it, her balance thrown by the gag and her bound wrists. I spin her around, and my breath catches. A g-string. Of course it is. The thin ribbon cuts between her perfect ass cheeks, framing her in a way that makes my cock ache.

I grab the ribbon, pulling it aside to reveal her glistening pussy and tight, untouched asshole. “Perfection,” I mutter, my voice strained. Her eyes are half-lidded now, her pupils blown with lust. I slide the panties down her legs, letting her step out of them, and then lift her back onto the desk.

Her pussy is already swollen, her lips parted and glistening. I use my fingers to spread her wider, and she moans deeply, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Her clit quivers, begging for attention, but I’m not ready to give it to her yet. Not yet.

My fingers trace her outer lips, the soft skin slick with her arousal. I press against her inner lips, my thumbs brushing the hood of her clit but never quite touching it. She whimpers, her hips twitching, but I hold her still with a firm grip.

“Patience,” I command, my voice low and commanding. My fingers slide down to her entrance, circling but not penetrating. “You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to see you like this. Tofeelyou like this.”

Her response is a desperate moan, her body trembling as I bring her to the edge and then pull back. Again and again, I tease her, my touch relentless but never enough. Her hips buck, trying to chase my fingers, but I hold her down, my strength too much for her to fight.

“Not yet,” I murmur, my breath hot against her ear. “You’ll come when I say you can. Not a moment before.”

Her muffled whimpers are music to my ears, her body writhing under my touch but unable to find release. She’s mine now, completely and utterly, and I’m not ready to let her go. Not yet.

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