Page 34 of Dirty Mafia King
Lord, he’s bossy. A wicked thrill races up my spine as I crouch.
“No.”
I straighten.
“Turn around, and bend forward.”
“Oh,” I gasp with understanding. I do what he demands, and then some, raising my skirt and slowly presenting him with my ass as I retrieve the underwear. I anticipate his touch. And, when it doesn’t come, fill with disappointment.
“Hand them to me.”
I spin around and pass my underwear to him.
He stares down at the red silk thong like I handed him a grenade, or something equally unexpected.
My eyes go wide when I notice the wet patch on my panties’ crotch in the exact same moment he does.
“Basta,” he snarls, thumbing the wet patch. My breath catches as his eyes lift to mine. “You playing me for a fool?”
“What? No.”
“Get. On. The. Fucking. Desk.”
I hurry to obey, and hoist myself into a seated position with legs dangling before him. The light goes out of his eyes, and all semblance of playfulness disappears. I bite my lip, worried by the change. Worried I’ve gotten myself in way over my head.
His chair spins, and I glare at his angry face.
Disappointment sinks in, when all I hoped to do was please him. “Did I do something to upset you?”
“Pull your skirt up and place your feet on the desk.”
Eyes closed, I raise my bottom, wiggle my skirt free, and lift the material to my waist. My hands shake. I’ve never felt so powerless. So vulnerable.
“Do it. Or I’ll take you across my knee and paddle your ass.”
I shift back and place my feet on his desk.
“You get filmed having sex?”
“No.” My eyes flash open. What? He doesn’t believe me? “I’ve never had sex.”
“Show me that virgin pussy.”
Something in me stirs. He wants proof? I’ll show him proof. I’ve come this far—so what if anger drives my recklessness instead of desire?
I unclench my thighs and, shifting my feet, broaden my position. My pussy on full display like a prize jewel.
Except he doesn’t recognize its value.
I run a hand down my abdomen to my wet core.
His eyes track the movement, giving nothing away.
How can I reach him? What would please him?
With an uncharacteristic brazenness, I fork my finger over my lips and spread them.
His hiss fills the office.
