Page 91 of She will Always be Mine

“You already know the answer to that, baby.”

“This isn’t a fair war if you have all the power, Riaan,” she whines.

I wish she knew I’m the one who is powerless when it comes to her. She has me wrapped around her little finger and she doesn’t even know it. She owns me just as much as I own her.

“When it comes to you, I stopped playing fair a long time ago.” I growl. “And don’t lie to me that the thought of working under me while I boss you around doesn’t make your pussy wet. You’ll listen to me like my good little pet, won’t you, baby?” Running my fingers up her spine until I wind them around her hair, I pull hard. “Should I make you call me Sir, hmm? Say it. I want to hear it.”

When she hesitates, I spank her left tit. She whimpers as a shiver spreads through her body. “Sir.”

“Good girl,” I praise while pressing on her hard nipple until she moans. Her hands squeeze my shoulders when I pinch the other nipple. “Are you dripping for me, Nyra? Did you soak your panties even though you haven’t cum yet?”

“Oh God! Yes. I’m so wet. Only for you, Riaan,” she croaks, her voice hoarse and horny while she grinds on my lap.

Spreading my legs wider, I halt her movement so she can’t seek the friction her pussy is craving. I’m the one who decides when she gets pleasure, not her.

Taking her arms, I push them off my shoulders and twist them behind her back, holding them captive. It pushes her heavy tits against my waiting mouth and I bite down her little nub poking through her thin top and she fucking moans at the slight pain I deliver.

I pull back when she tries to push harder against my lips, like she’s craving my marks on her skin. When her gaze meets mine, I taunt, “Always so willing and greedy to be my fuck toy, aren’t you, Nyra? Tell me you love it when I treat you like a dirty little girl. Tell me that it gets you off when I use your body for my pleasure.”

“I do. I love it so much,” she says in a low voice, her cheeks turning pink as she blushes.

“I want to hear the words from your innocent little mouth, Nyra,” I demand in a rough voice. “Say. It.”

She licks her bottom lip and my dick jerks in my pants as she shyly whispers, “I love being your fucktoy, Riaan. Even when you treat me like your dirty girl, you always look at me like I’m the most beautiful girl.”

“Every inch of you is beautiful, Nyra, and so is your heart and your soul.”

“I’m afraid one day you won’t,” she says as a shadow falls over her eyes. I just know it’s because of the secrets she’s hiding. But she’s wrong.

“Never, baby,” I promise her. “Because above all, you’re my woman. Made just for me and one day, I'm going to make you say it to the whole world. Without feeling guilt and fear.”

Circling my fingers on her throat, I bring her mouth to mine to chase away the sudden sadness on her face. I kiss her softly and reverently, even though my grip is vicious. I coax her tongue out to play with mine and suck it in so I can taste her.

I kiss her until she’s breathless and melting against me.

Until she’s kissing me back hungrily.

Until she’s back to grinding her cunt against my leg and I’ve chased her fears away.

We pull apart while panting heavily and her body is wound so tight, all it’ll take is one push and she’ll fall over the edge. But I’m not done punishing her enough. Letting her hands go, I grab her tiny waist to make her stay still and she stares up at me with accusation, making me smirk.

“You come when I tell you to, baby.” Picking her up, I walk us to a nearby student desk and make her sit while I hover over her. “You sure you don’t want to back out, Nyra? I can be quite demanding as a boss.”

“You don’t say,” comes her sassy reply before she seriously asks, “What are my duties?”

Still touching her, I go over the tasks. “You’ll be ensuring each of the volunteer teams are working smoothly and finishing their tasks on time. You’ll have to meet with the head of my team or my assistant for each week’s schedule and convey it to all the teams. Every day, you’ll inform me about the progress. If the volunteers need any help or have any questions, you’ll come to me directly and I’ll handle it. In other words, you’re the SPOC for the volunteers. Do you have any questions?”

“No. I understood it all. It’s pretty straightforward,” she replies confidently.

“Good. I’ll get you in touch with my assistant, Snehil, tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Assuming we’ll leave now, she tries to slide off the desk but when I grab her upper thighs, she sharply looks up.

“Riaan,” she whispers nervously.

“Why are you in such a hurry to leave, baby?” Inching my fingers closer to her heat, I order, “Lie back with your hands above your head.”

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