I sink to the floor, gasping.
He crouches beside me, brushing the hair from my face. "It doesn't look to me like you hate me nearly as much as you like to pretend, princess," he says, his voice as soft as sin.
I manage to spit my panties out, but he's on me before I can even try to move. He grabs my ankle, hauling me across the tiled floor, like a lion toying with a wounded animal.
"Let me go, you prick. You proved your point."
"Oh, princess." He laughs, an unhinged sound that sends tremors into my soul. "You thought we were done?"
I try to kick at him, but he grabs my thigh and holds it in a bruising grip. As soon as I'm sprawled on the rug surrounding his desk, he yanks my legs apart, forcing me open.
"Don't you dare—" I start, but he stuffs my ruined panties back into my mouth before I can finish.
"You'll choke on your own panties before anyone else hears you screaming for my cock."
He drops to his knees, spreading my thighs until my muscles ache. His face is between my legs, his breath hot on my skin.
I want to slap him, but my hands are still bound with his tie, my wrists lashed together tight enough that there is no getting free. I try to squirm anyway, but it's pointless.
He starts slow, his tongue barely touching my clit, making me writhe with anticipation. He knows exactly what he's doing. Somehow, he already knows my body, probably better than I do.
I melt beneath him, unable to fight the pleasure racing through my veins.
He licks me in response, like he's savoring my taste. When he finds my clit again, he circles it with the tip of his tongue, never once taking his eyes off my face.
I glare at him, my teeth clenched around the gag, but the glare melts into something else. It melts into a whimper. And then into a plea.
He sucks my clit hard, and I jerk so violently my head cracks against the floor.
"This is what happens when you don't behave," he says, his voice muffled between my legs. "You get punished. Or maybethis is a reward. As wet as you are, it's hard to tell which is which for you."
He adds his fingers, two at first, then three, pumping them inside me in a way that makes my whole body quiver. He's merciless, licking and fucking me with his fingers until I'm nothing but heat and need.
I'm close, so close when he pulls away, leaving me panting and empty.
I thrash, desperate to come, but he just grins.
"You haven't earned another one yet."
He goes back to work, his tongue relentless, his fingers even rougher than before. Every time I get close, he stops, leaving me on the edge of an orgasm, teetering and frantic.
He keeps this up for what feels like hours, until I'm begging around the gag, until my whole body is shaking with the need to come. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. There is no hiding them, not when every inch of my body literally aches.
He finally relents, pinning me down with one hand and fucking me with the other. His tongue is on my clit, his fingers curling inside me.
I come so hard I nearly faint.
He licks me through it, not letting up until the aftershocks subside. Then he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean again, like he can't stand to waste a single drop.
I freeze when he towers over me, unzipping his pants.
He pulls his cock out, and I whimper at the reminder of just how goddamn big he is, at how daunting he looks. His cock is a hard, angry monster, precum welling from the slit.
He strokes the length, watching my face with a look that's half hunger, half challenge.
"You want this?" he asks.
I shake my head, my eyes wide, but I can't speak. My mouth is still full of the shredded lace of my own panties.
