“It hurts,” Chantelle rasps.
I graze my nose along the column of her neck. “Good,” I whisper. My free hand drops down, feeling along the curve of her pert ass, both thrilled and pissed that she is not wearing panties under her skirt. I grind my cock against her, and tears build in her eyes.
“Nate,” she says breathlessly. I have never heard my name whispered so perfectly. “You’re covered in blood.”
Loosening my belt, it easily slides through the loops, and I release her head with a shove, bending the belt in half.
“You disrespected me in front of a crowd of people.” The leather snaps across her bare ass and instantly reddens. Her gathered tears fall, and I smile. “Do you know what happens to people who disrespect me, Little Bird?”
“You kill them.”
I chuckle. “I silence them.” Snaking my arm around Chantelle’s throat, I grip her jaw and squeeze until her mouth opens on a gasp. Taking advantage of the opening, I place the belt in her mouth and quickly loop it in the back of her head, wrapping the excess leather around my hand.
She whimpers and I groan at the sound.
I rub her ass cheek where I had hit her with the belt, pulling the bind tighter every time she struggles. Slowly letting my hand travel to her pussy and she is soaked.
“Fuck,” I groan, dipping a finger between her lips and finger fucking her slowly. She lets out a moan and I insert another digit. “Is it your challenge that gets you so soaked for me or the way I make you submit to me?”
Her hips buck seeking more friction, tears still streaming down her face from the pain in her arms at the way I have her pinned. I am impatient, it has been too long since I have felt my cock wrapped in a wet cunt. My slacks are unbuttoned and shoved down in a second, wasting no time lining up with her entrance and slamming forward.
We both moan at the intrusion. I am almost instantly lost in her warmth, filling her to the hilt, letting myself relish in the feel of her before I pull back and slam forward again.
Fuck she feels as perfect as I knew she would be.
My pace is desperate, brutal thrusts as I selfishly chase my own pleasure. Hips snapping forward and bouncing off her ass, the vulgar sounds of her soaking pussy and skin slapping bounce off the walls.
Chantelle’s moans of pleasure encourage me as I pound her into my desk. It has been ten years since I have fucked anyone, I am more surprised that have not blown my load yet, but it is all about mind power and self-control. Something I had mastered until she blew up in my face, robbing me of it.
I grunt, her pussy clenching around my cock as her body stiffens. She screams as her orgasm barrels through her, but no sound registers because I am lost.
Lost in her.
My balls tighten and pleasure gathers in my spine. Chantelle’s body trembles from the orgasm, giving her no reprieve as I violently fuck her from behind. I allow her to free her arms from under her body and she grabs the desk, knuckles white and eyes rolled back. My arm wraps around her waist, burying myself as deep as I can go before I explode with a growl. Filling her so deep she will never be able to remove me.
I slow my thrusts, catching her as she falls back down from the wave of pleasure while my dick starts to soften inside of her. My forehead leans against her back, attempting to catch my breath when it hits me.
If I had not crossed that line of obsession before, I have now. And I will claim what is mine.
Letting the belt drop, I step back, my soft cock slipping from her heat. I tuck myself back into my pants and watch as Chantelle stands on wobbly legs. She rubs the back of her neck, then rights herself while clearing her throat.
Her gaze falls to the floor as shame washes over her beautiful face and I am all too aware of her regret that is about to follow what just happened.
“This was a mistake,” she rasps, rubbing absentmindedly at the back of neck, most likely working out a kink that formed when bent backward at an odd angle.
I do not respond.
Reading her expression and body language as she brushes past me. A gasp sounds when she opens the door, revealing Trina whose face is blank except for the ice that is in her glare.
“Is there a problem, Trina?” I quirk an eyebrow.
She huffs but remains in Chantelle’s way of leaving my office. I do not try to stop her, and I am beginning to regret it as Trina screams confrontation.
“Let her pass,” I demand when she does not answer.
Trina steps aside and Chantelle nearly runs out of the room. I smirk thinking about how she is probably going to clean my cum from her pussy.
“Thought you didn’t fuck employees,” Trina crosses her arms and challenges me.