Christ, she’s so fucking perfect. My eyes close as I swirl my finger around her clit, reining in my need to show her just how gratifying my punishment can be. “Perfect.”
Releasing her hair, I allow her to relax her neck as I roam down her back. When I reach the black strap of her bra, I unhook it. I force one of the straps down her arm, admiring her tits. “Don’t move your arms,” I order as the bra falls to her wrists.
I cup her breast, full and perky, reminding me how young she is—only in her early twenties. So supple and tender. Tweaking the perfect bud, I drive my fingers inside her, pumping her pussy at a speedy rhythm.
“How often do you masturbate?” I ask. Her body reacts immediately to the invasive question. Her head bows, her chest pulls away as she recoils, but I pluck her nipple, making it a painful escape.
She’s a fast learner. I smile as I increase my momentum with another finger to spread her wider. She opens up to me, like a wilted flower receiving the rain. Her pussy soaks my fingers, and I growl my question again.
“Oh, my god.” Tremors take over her body. “Once…maybe twice a month,” she admits, her voice a wobbly mix of pleasure and shame.
I lean down close, my whispered words caressing her shoulder. “That’s pathetic. Do you know how often I stroke my cock to the thought of you touching your neglected pussy? Every. Fucking. Day.” I push in deeper, harder, and she spasms against me, clamping down around my fingers as she drips.
A deep groan rips free as I forcefully remove my fingers. She attempts to close her legs, trying to press her thighs together to offset the ache of her robbed orgasm.
I smack her ass, then slap my palm against her pussy, forcing her legs to part. Her back dips as she reels from the aftershocks. “Tell me,” I say, swirling a finger around her swollen lips and gathering the wetness. “Are you on birth control?”
She nods with a hesitant, “Yes.”
“So even though you don’t fuck, Alexis, you’re prepared.” That doesn’t surprise me about her.
“God,” she says, the embarrassment heavy in her tone. “It’s not…yes,” she amends quickly. “I’m prepared—”
She breaks off at the feel of my fingers plunging deeper, and I grit my teeth, loving the shiver she gifts me. “Regardless why, it serves a purpose for me now. I’ll put it to good use when I fill your cunt.”
She cringes at the crude word.
“If you’re so very mortified at the thought of your colleagues, why did you put in for the position?” I ask, changing the subject before she can withdrawal into herself. “How is a woman whose shame of her own body and sexuality, which results in a depraved fucking every few years, going to command a team of paralegals? Tell me, Alexis. I want to know how you—a timid little creature—feels she can head up a whole department?”
Her soft pants verge on the brink of a sob—but I know better. As some steel themselves against scorn, shielding themselves and becoming impenetrable, she feeds off it. She needs it in order to relinquish control. And when she lowers those walls, I’m going to give her the pleasure she’s been denying herself.
At her refusal to answer, I rub my soaked finger over her puckered asshole, and she sucks in a quick breath. “Are you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to withhold your pleasure even longer?”
A whimper sounds out, and I know she’s desperate to come. I apply pressure to her entrance, slowly opening her up. Fuck. My eyes clench shut at the feel of how tight she is; that virgin hole, welcoming me inside. She’s lucky she hasn’t earned a punishment…yet. The thought of taking her ass has my cock rock-hard and throbbing.
As I ease a finger inside her channel, she constricts around me, pushing in the opposite direction. “Relax,” I coax as I push in a bit farther. “You remember the safe word?”
She nods, and I smile, knowing how badly she desires this. “I have to know who you are if we’re going to develop a relationship. That’s why I want the answers from you.” I pull out a little only to push in deeper. Her hands grip the desk, but she’s welcoming me in by doing just as instructed. I can feel her physically relaxing against me, and I help her along by rubbing her clit.
“I can do the job. Maybe not as well at first…but I’m dedicated,” she says. She trembles as I increase the pressure, driving in deeper, speeding the stimulation to her clit. “But it’s more than ambition. I need the money.”
Her confession stabs my chest with a sobering pain. I don’t stop, though. She’s come this far and deserves her reward. “Explain,” I command.
“My brother. I need it for my brother.”
That’s as much as she’ll admit. I can hear the strain in her voice; I’m pushing her too far, too fast. This is a process best practiced over the course of time. She’s so compliant, however, I have to remind myself not to mistake her submissiveness for weakness.
She’s every bit as strong and commanding as me. She simply hasn’t realized her power.
“And so that’s why you’re really here, then. Taking an ass fucking from me.” The words leave a bitter taste in my mouth. “For money.”
Her tiny sob spears me as she shakes her head. “No – I’m not a whore.” She lifts her head higher despite her position. “If I’m promoted, I’ll do the job. I have to.”
A small smile twists my mouth. “Then you’re just a dirty, filthy girl who craves this—who needs to have her desires forced on her. You’re too ashamed to ask for what you need.”
Her response doesn’t come quickly enough, and I press hard against her clit. She moans out her reply. “Yes.”
God. What a beautiful creature. My willful temptress. I circle her clit, increasing my thrusts. Her legs quiver, her stifled moan a livewire to my cock.