Resist

“It’s no fun if I tell you,” he teases. “But trust me, I mean it when I say you’ll enjoy it. Just say the word, Charlotte. One little word and my cock will be so deep inside you, you’ll feel impaled.”

“Yes,” I whisper. I’ll deal with the consequences of whatever it is I’ve agreed to later. Right now, all I care about is how close I am to climaxing.

I hear the sound of his zipper lowering as he removes his fingers from inside me. Grabbing my hips, he thrusts in. I groan as my legs nearly buckle under me, but his strong arms loop around my waist, propping me up. He’s huge, so much so that every push brings tears to my eyes, but fuck me, it feels good.

I stare at the floor below me, my hands flat against the thick fibers of the rug as my clit throbs while his fingers massage it. He groans, his slick cock driving deeper inside me. I’m so wet and on the verge of climaxing when he swiftly pulls out and yanks me upright.

“Come over here,” he says, grinning at my wide-eyed expression. He leads me over to his chair, where he sits down and taps the top of his desk. “Sit here.”

My heart thumps as I obey, hoisting my ass onto the huge wooden desk. He reaches into the bottom drawer and pulls out a set of handcuffs, holding them up for me to see.

My heart skips a beat as he locks one onto a small brass hook on the left side of the desk, clasping the other end securely around my ankle. He does the same with my right so I am spread out in front of him.

“Just relax,” he murmurs, standing up. He loosens his tie and slides it from his neck. Standing on the other side of the desk, he lays me back, lifting my arms above my head as he fastens the tie around my wrists and secures them to another hook.

My body trembles as my mind processes the position I am in. I’m tied to the desk, completely at the mercy of a man who was suspected of killing his girlfriend. God only knows what he is capable of doing to me.

I gasp as, one by one, he flicks open the buttons of my shirt. I’m not wearing a bra, because I wasn’t sure if a bra counted as underwear or not. I inhale as my shirt falls open. He slowly wanders around the desk, his fingers gently running over my arms, then my legs. I whimper as his touch reaches my thighs. My skirt is covering nothing, bunched up around my hips. The way the cuffs are locked into place means my legs are parted, and I cry out as his fingers creep up my inner thigh.

He smirks at me, like he’s enjoying the effect he has on me. I feel so vulnerable, and I’m surprised at how much I like it. This is by far the most erotic thing I’ve ever done and my body wants more. The thought that at any moment someone could walk in and see me cuffed to his desk is sending tingles right through me.

“Are you wet, Charlotte?” he asks. He doesn’t wait for me to answer.

I gasp as he slides a finger inside me. Wet is an understatement. I close my eyes, my nipples hardening as he touches me.

“Oh, God,” I mumble, arching my back.

“Open your eyes. I want you to watch me as I fuck you.”

I do as I’m told, fixing my eyes on his. His gaze bores deep into the shadows of my soul. My heart skips a beat because I wasn’t expecting this level of intensity. Keeping our connection, he lowers his zipper, reaching in to free his erection once again. My body clenches as he nears me, almost as though I’m expecting it to hurt because he is so fucking big, but at the same time I’m aching for him. He rests the tip at my entrance before thrusting himself inside.

“Fuck,” I gasp, grabbing hold of the side of the desk for support. I’m cuffed into place, but with the force of each thrust I feel like I’m about to fly off th

e desk. “Oh, God, yes!”

I explode as he plunges deep inside me, my body spasming in fits of ecstasy. I’ve never been fucked like this. I thought I knew what decent sex was, but holy shit, this experience makes everything else seem dull. He thrusts again, and I feel him release inside me. He bows his head and takes a moment before easing himself out.

He walks around the desk, unlocks the cuffs, and tosses them back in the drawer. I lie back, trying to catch my breath, not caring that I’m still on display. He smirks as though he’s amused by my reaction.

“Your wrists are red,” he murmurs, holding my arm. His fingers rub over the skin where the cuffs dug into my skin. My heart pounds at his out-of-character behavior. I’ve only known the guy a few days, but this is the first show of affection I’ve seen from him.

“I’m okay,” I say, sitting up.

His lips twitch and he reaches out, his fingers stroking my cheek. “You’re better than okay. Did you enjoy that?” He laughs as my blush gives me away. “Charlotte, you need to work on your poker face. I can’t wait to get you out of your comfort zone.”

I bite my lip. Being chained to a desk and fucked six ways to Sunday isn’t getting out of my comfort zone?

Chapter 7

Jaxon

“Marina, please tell Charlotte she is excused for the rest of the day. Have her be ready at seven p.m. sharp for the function tonight.”

Marina nods, her gray eyes flashing the slightest hint of surprise. “Certainly, sir. I didn’t realize you were attending the function,” she replies.

“I didn’t realize I needed your permission,” I reply pointedly.

Her face flames as her gaze falls downward. I wait until she has left the room before I open my laptop and navigate to my email. I click open my last received message.