His hand abandons my jaw, sliding lower, hovering at the edge of where I’m already throbbing for him. So close it makes me shake, but he doesn’t touch.
“You feel that?” His voice drops, wicked. “How wet are you for your punishment? That’s the only truth in you, baby girl. Not your words. Not your defiance. Just this.”
I can’t stop the whimper that claws its way out of me.
He smirks, hearing it, savouring it. “You’ll talk. They all do. But first, I’m going to make sure the only thing left in your head is me.”
The desk is cold against my skin, my wrists aching where he cages them in one brutal hand. Every second he doesn’t give me what I want feels like a blade twisting deeper.
“Say it,” he demands, his voice smooth cruelty. “Give me the word.”
I clench my teeth, shaking my head against the desk, hair falling wild around my face. My whole body’s trembling, but not from fear. From the unbearable pressure of wanting him to break me all the way open.
“You can hold out,” he taunts, dragging his knuckles along the slick inside of my thigh, just shy of where I need him. “But the longer you do it, the worse it gets. And when you finally fall apart—because you will—you’ll hate yourself for how sweet it tastes.”
His words slice straight through me.
I can’t stop it. My voice rips raw and defiant from my throat.
“Stop making me beg for scraps when you know I’d burn myself alive just to feel your hands on me.”
His grip tightens until I gasp, and I meet his eyes in the reflection—dark, feral, wide with hunger.
“I don’t want mercy, Dean,” I snarl, biting the words like they’re poison and prayer in one. “I want the pain. I want the ruin. I want you to fucking wreck me until there’s nothing left but you.”
The room goes still, electric.
For a moment, even he doesn’t move. His chest rises sharply behind me, jaw flexing like I’ve just handed him the one weapon sharp enough to cut through his restraint.
Then he laughs—low, dangerous, vicious.
“There she is,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth over the shell of my ear. “My filthy little liar, pretending she had lines she wouldn’t cross.” His teeth sink into my neck, making me gasp. “Begging me to cross every single one.”
His hand finally slides between my thighs, claiming what I’ve already given.
The second his fingers sink into me, it’s not relief. It’s violence. He drives into me like he’s been holding back for years, every stroke a punishment for the words I just spat at him.
“You think you want ruin?” His voice is a growl, hot against the shell of my ear, his hips caging me against the desk. “You think you know what you’re asking for?”
My answer is a broken sound, my body already clawing for the edge he’s ripping me toward.
He laughs—feral, breathless. “Begged me to wreck you. You don’t even know what that means yet, baby girl.”
The hand that isn’t inside me grips my hair and slams my head back so I have no choice but to meet his eyes in the glass’s reflection cabinets lining the office wall. My own face lookswrecked already, lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes wet. His looks worse. Starved. Possessed.
“Look at yourself,” he orders. His voice cuts sharp through the slap of skin, through the ragged gasps. “Watch how pathetic you are for me.”
I watch the way my body responds to his fingers sliding in my pussy. The way my legs open wider. It tears something inside of me, the pleasure crawls through my body and I find myself grinding against his hand chasing the release I know he won’t give me.
“Fuck, I need to cum, please let me cum.” I cry out.
His fingers slide deeper to the knuckles and I scream, my head floating with desire. “You’re fucking soaked, baby girl. You want to cum for me so hard don’t you.” I nod repeatedly and feel his breath on my neck. “Too bad.” He murmurs. “Didn’t I tell you, baby girl, you don’t get to cum without me. Now be a good girl and spread your fucking legs.
“But they are..” I gasp.
“Not fucking wide enough.” He growls.
His other hand comes down hard against my skin, the pain is already blooming on my ass. “Don’t keep me waiting, baby girl.” I gasp, I have no other fucking words, he just spanked me because I wasn’t doing what he wanted fast enough.
