Page 377 of The Donovan Dynasty


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“Now lift your skirt to your waist.”

Having him raise it was one thing.Doing it herself was dizzying.

She had on a thong, and the way he looked at her as she raised the hem made her wish she’d had the courage to go bare.

“Black lace was a good choice.You’re a beautiful woman, Kelsey.”

She saw in his eyes that the words weren’t meaningless, and she drank in confidence from them.

“I want you to walk to the desk, drop your underwear to your ankles then bend over the top.”

“Yes, Mr.Donovan.”In her imagination, she sounded much more self-assured than she did in reality.

He remained in his doorway, master of the domain.And for right now, of her.

The skirt was so slim-fitting that it stayed in place without her holding it.Feeling more exposed than she had when she’d been at home naked with him, she followed his order.

When she reached her desk, she slid her thong over her hips and down her legs before bending over.She was grateful that she didn’t have to look at him.

His footsteps were muffled by the carpet, but she was aware of him as he closed the distance.

He trailed his fingertips across her buttocks then between her cheeks to tease her pussy and flirt with her anus.

“By the end of the week, I want you showing up to work wearing a butt plug.”

She swung her head to look at him.

He shrugged.“If you don’t, I’ll put one in for you.Nothing would please me more than knowing you’re sitting here, ten feet away, stuffed full for me.”

The image saturated her mind, and suddenly she couldn’t stop thinking of it, either.

“You’re right.No bruises.Good.We’ve still got a lot of days to get through.”

The reminder thrilled her.

“Are you hot for me already?”

Jesus.He touched her pussy.“Mr.Donovan.”She was breathless.

“Oh…you are.”

“This is impossible.We’re at work.”

“Almost an hour before business starts.I’d say that counts as personal time.”

Very personal.

“You’re welcome to use a safe word,” he invited.“Or I can continue and slide my finger into my sub’s cunt?”He moved a little, teasing.“Which will it be?”

“Your finger,” she whispered.

“Please,Sir,” he said seductively against her ear.

Kelsey repeated his words.

“Good.Now say, please, Sir, put your finger in my hot cunt.”

Those words seemed lodged in her throat.She couldn’t be so bold and brazen.