For a long moment, he just looks at me. Then he stands slowly, deliberately, and walks around the desk.
My pulse quickens.
He stops in front of me, close enough that I have to tilt my head back to meet his eyes.
His hand hovers at the small of my back. Barely touching.
“If you want me to lose control,” he says quietly, “reallylose it. I need to know you can handle it. Can you?”
My pulse is literally racing now. I can feel my cheeks flushing with heat.
What’s he going to do?
“What... what are you asking?” I manage.
“Permission to push. To take. To show you what I was thinking about doing to you back when we used to be together, but was too afraid to.”
Oh.
Oh.
When we were together five years ago, it was intense, yes, but he’d always been careful. Almost too careful, like he was afraid of breaking something.
This new version of Corin, scarred by exile, and guilt, is freer somehow.
Rawer.
I reach up, find his hand, squeeze three times. Our signal. “Show me.”
His hand slides from the small of my back to grip my hip, yanking me up from the chair with a single rough pull. Before my brain catches up, he spins me hard against the steel desk.
My palms slap the icy surface, my fingers splaying, my knuckles whitening as he bends me forward.
The desk edge bites into my thighs, and my skirt rasps upward, baring me to the chilled air.
“We shouldn’t—” I whisper uselessly. Heat floods my core, molten and slick.
“No one’s here.” His voice scrapes like gravel, but still he tears away to slam the lock closed. Theclickechoes like a gunshot.
When he returns, his palm glides up my thigh, deliberate and slow, hiking my skirt to my waist.
Cool air hits my exposed ass.
“Five years pretending I didn’t fantasize about this,” he says. “About bending you over my desk, hearing you beg.”
I gasp as his hand connects with my right cheek in a loudcrack!Not quite pain, but I definitely feel fire bloom under his touch, which radiates deep into my cunt.
Clench. Drip.
“Is this what you craved?” He lands another blow, sharper, on the left. My hips jerk back, greedy for more. “Wanted me feral?Unleashed?”
“Yes,” I choke, my voice raw.
Liquid heat slicks my inner thighs.
Thwack!A mirror sting on the other cheek. I arch shamelessly, offering myself.
Thwap-thwap-thwap!Three rapid strikes lower, where my ass curves into my thighs. Each impact vibrates straight to my clit.
