“You won’t hurt me,” she repeated on a whisper, her voice quivering slightly.
“Butterfly, I’m going to hurt you as badly as you hurt me,” he whispered the warning, and she shook like a leaf. “Two.”
Her heart was hammering in her chest. But she wouldn’t back down.
“One.”
“Grant—”
His hand snapped out and his palm covered her mouth, silencing her, at the same time that his other arm banded around her waist. “No. You don’t get to talk now. You had your chance to leave and you didn’t take it. Now, I’m going to exorcise you out of my fucking system. However I want. Do you understand?” She nodded mutely against his hand that still covered her mouth and he growled, removing his hand. “Yes or no, Hope? I need one word.”
“Yes, but, Van—”
He shushed her gruffly, shaking his head.
“Grant, I want—” she said breathlessly, trembling from head to toe when he shushed her again.
“I said you don’t get to talk,” he reminded her roughly, and she bit her bottom lip.
“But, Van—"
Grant growled low in his throat, the sound menacing, and it vibrated through her chest before he pushed her away roughly and spun her around so that she was facing his desk. His palm planted on the flat of her back and pushed until she was bent over the desk, her front plastered to the smooth top. Her hands came out to hold herself up, but then his hands were there, pulling them behind her. He gathered her wrists in one hand and reached up beneath her skirt to yank her panties down her legs. Oh god. Just the touch of his fingertips against her aching flesh was enough to make her pant against the smooth wooden top of the desk. Her breath fogged up the polished surface with every exhale, and she focused on calming her breaths. It was Grant, and she trusted him. If this is what he needed to exorcise the anger he was still fighting, she would be whatever he needed her to be.
“Pick a safe word,” he muttered low from behind her.
“What?” she asked, her desire fogged brain not comprehending what he’d said.
“A safe word, Hope. Pick one,” he snarled, and then he bent at the waist, sliding her panties down her legs until she stepped out of them, and then she gasped, because he was using her panties to tie her wrists together behind her back. Holy shit. “Now.”
“Caterpillar,” she gasped. “Caterpillar.”
The chuckle that rumbled out of him was dark and it skittered over her rapidly fraying nerves. His fingers were back under her skirt then, pushing the material up and over her hips until her ass was bare for him. “I won’t stop unless you use it. Remember that, butterfly.” She nodded mutely.
His hand smoothed over the plumpness of one ass cheek, and she sighed, wiggling just a tiny bit. Then his hand disappeared and a second later she cried out abruptly, stunned, as pain radiated from her right butt cheek. Twisting her head sharply, she looked back at him where he stood behind her, her teeth clamping down onto her lower lip from the pain.
He’d spanked her. Fuckinghard.
His palm smoothed over the spot he’d just struck, and she scrunched up her face at the sting of it. Then his hand raised, and she braced herself a heartbeat before his palm came back down on her flesh.
He did it again and she bit her lip to keep from crying out, pressing her forehead hard to the top of the desk. Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. As much as it hurt, heat flooded her insides. They’d played in Chicago… but not like this.
She felt him step to the side of her, so that his lap was pressed tight against her hip, just as his fingers slid down and between her legs. She felt him, hard at her hip and shifted, trying to grind against his lap. She hiccupped on a sob when his fingers slid inside her, one, then two, so deep. His body bent low over her back, his mouth at her ear as he grunted, “You like being spanked, don’t you, butterfly? You’re so fucking wet.”
He pumped his hand, finger fucking her over his desk, finding that spot inside and flicking it deftly. She cried out, straining against the panties that bound her wrists and his weight against her back and side. She was so close—
He pulled his fingers out just as she was about to shatter, and she sobbed, her body sagging against the desk in frustration as her orgasm flitted away, just out of reach. His palm landed on her other ass cheek as he shifted away from her back.
She gasped when his fingers wrapped around the backs of her arms, hauling her up off the desk before spinning her to face him. “On your knees,” he growled, and she sank to the carpeted floor. Her hands were still tied behind her back, her arms aching.
She watched as his hands went to his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle being released ringing in her ears, a second before she watched as he dragged the straining zipper down. He lowered his slacks just enough on his hips to allow his erection to spring free, still confined by the black boxer briefs that did little to hide it. He palmed himself crudely, working his hand over the bulge inside his underwear as his other hand fisted in her hair at the back of her head.
She was panting. His thumb hooked into his underwear and yanked them down, finally revealing his straining cock, a bead of precum already glistening on the tip. She licked her lips.
“Open your mouth.” His voice rumbled from way above her, and she hesitated for a heartbeat. The fingers in her hair tightened and she gasped. “I said open. I’m going to fuck this mouth, and you will take it. Understood?”
She nodded. Opening her mouth wide, she stared up at him as the hand still in her hair held her still while his other hand gripped his cock and guided it into her mouth. He slid in, all the way to the back of her throat, and she gagged, tears filling her eyes, but she closed her lips around him, sucking him in.
She moaned when his other hand came up and both of his hands bracketed her head, holding her still as he pumped his hips in and out, fucking her mouth over and over again. She was so wet. She ached to touch herself, but with her hands tied behind her back, she was at his mercy. Just when she started to panic that he wasn’t going to let her breathe, he slid out, patting her cheek and allowing her to suck in air before sliding back in to fuck her throat again. She was so wet; she could feel it between her tightly clenched thighs.
