Page 44 of Ruin
I raise an eyebrow as she flounces into the room and takes a seat in Imogen’s office chair.
“We’ll get to that. First, I’d rather discuss how much information you decided to give her when you offered up my services.” I level her with a warning glare as I cross my arms.
She shows absolutely no sign of remorse, simply raising her own eyebrow right back. “I’m sorry, I thought that was kind of what we do here.”
Leaning forward to rest my forearms on the edge of mydesk, I give her a dark look. “Idon’t, Annika. I might assist you and the others, but that assistance doesn’t extend to the clients.”
Her mouth falls open as she studies me. “Are you seriously comparing Lily to the clients?”
I sigh and shake my head. “No, I’m not. But she isn’t an employee here, nor is she someone that I’d entered into an arrangement with. You pushed all of that onto me last night, and I didn’t appreciate it.”
She narrows her gaze, quiet for longer than I’d thought was possible for her.
“So you’re not going to help her, then?” she asks finally.
I hesitate, wondering how long I can keep her guessing, but weariness kicks in. “I’m going to help her.”
She claps her hands together, grinning. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?” I ask, perplexed.
“That you weren’t as indifferent to her as you were trying to seem.”
I’m thrown off by that statement and struggle to respond for a moment. “That’s not… It’s not about me, Annika.”
She waves her hand through the air. “Oh, I know that’s what you think. But there’s something between you two, and I, for one, think you should explore it further.”
Annoyance rises within me once again, and I clench my jaw.
She gets up and moves closer, stepping around my desk to lean back against it, looking down at me with a knowing smile. “You’re thinking about how badly you want to punish me right now, aren’t you?”
“Apparently you know everything there is to know about me. You tell me,” I reply, battling between aggravation and arousal at the obvious sign that she wants to push me over the edge right now.
She pushes me back in my chair and straddles my lap,bringing her lips to my ear. “You want to spank me, don’t you, DeLuca? Fuck the insolence out of me and remind me who’s the boss around here?”
Growling, I stand, lifting her with me. Once I’m upright, I let her feet drop to the ground before spinning her around and pushing her down onto the desk. I yank her shorts and underwear down before smacking my hand against her left arse cheek.
“You’re right. That is exactly what I want to do.” I smack the same arse cheek again, and she jolts before throwing me a sultry look over her shoulder. “This is the real reason you came down here, isn’t it? You wanted me to punish you for being such a brat.” I smack her again, watching with satisfaction as her skin slowly turns red.
“Yes, sir,” she purrs, and I run my hand over to the other cheek, smacking it a few times to even out the colour.
Annika has always been into spanking, and is the only one I’ve used my hand against in this way. While I am always in control, I have usually done so through words alone. But Annika told me the first time we played together that she enjoyed this form of control, and because, in sexual relationships like the ones I have, it’s always about what the submissive enjoys. So I’ve tailored our interactions to include spanking. I think it’s why she’s such a brat most of the time, wanting to goad me into punishing her.
“Are you going to stay out of my business, pet?”
She grins over her shoulder. “Never.” I smack her again, and she moans, resting her cheek on the wooden surface.
“Get on your knees, brat. I’m going to fuck that insolent little mouth,” I tell her, and she slides off the desk before turning to drop to her knees in front of me.
I let her pull my cock out of my jeans, and once she opens her mouth, I thrust forward, shoving it right down her throat. Ihold her head, forcing her to hold my gaze as I fuck her mouth hard, and she takes it without flinching, slipping her hand between her thighs and playing with her clit.
This is our dynamic when we play solo. No one else manages to push my buttons like this woman does, and she gets off on it. Like I get off on fucking this delicious little mouth.
“That’s right, pet. Remember who’s really in charge around here. I can see those fingers working their way between your thighs. You fucking love how I’m using your body right now.”
She moans around my cock, and I keep going, knowing I’m nowhere near close to coming in her mouth. She continues rubbing her clit while I hold her head in place, and her moans grow louder, strangled by my cock slamming to the back of her throat. When I can tell she’s close to coming, I pull out and rip her hand away.
“You’ll come when I decide you come, pet.”
