Logically that is the answer that I would expect him to give, but physically that is not even close to what I want. Maybe if I get this desk from between us I can move this along.

“What do you want?” I ask plainly, finally coming to stand next to him as he reaches a full standing position again.

Instead of repeating his order from before, he just grabs the back of my head and roughly pulls me to him. The kiss is not a sweet gentle affair. This is a collision. His lust impacting my own at full speed. His tongue forces its way into my mouth. His lips undulating against mine as a violent massage of need. God damn I love kissing this man. I can feel my body respond as my pussy starts to tingle.

I reach up to place my hand on the back of his head. I want to make sure he doesn’t break away until we are both ready. He stops me. His hand closes around my raising wrist with laser-like accuracy. Malcolm twists my arm behind me. His hand locks like steel around my wrist. I feel myself start to gasp, but it's no use because his mouth is locked to mine.

Malcolm turns me slightly and backs me up to my desk. The sharp corner digs into my ass as he presses forward. His tongue leading the way he leans back over the desk. I put my free hand back to steady myself and I feel the stapler slide across the mahogany top.

My legs open of their own accord letting his strong body close to me. He closes the distance by pulling harder at the back of my head. His fingers curl inward and scratch along my scalp as he entangles my hair. The pain is refreshing in a strange way. The tingling lets me know that I'm alive. That this is really happening. Just like I had hoped that it would.

He is so delicious his tongue tastes sweet and salty. I try to take in as much of his taste as I can, but the way he's pressed against me is making it hard to breath and therefore hard to concentrate on tasting him. My head is feeling light. The sensations vibrating from my pussy are becoming more intense as I find it harder to keep a clear thought in my mind. I'm bouncing from the feeling between my legs, to the taste of his tongue, to my need for more air.

Just as the world around me begins to spin he pulls back. Oxygen rushes to my brain almost instantly as Malcolm pulls my hair causing my head to tilt back.

“Fuck,” I manage to gasp out as my mind tries to make the ceiling stop spinning. The fan is not helping.

“That is the plan,” he hisses before biting my neck. His sharp teeth pinching my skin almost to the breaking point snaps my mind back into focus.

I have to decide how I want to play this. Do I want to give in this easily and be immediately submissive to this man’s desires? That idea certainly has merit and a lot of very hot iterations. I could also push back and see just how far he is willing to go to have me. There are a good number of incredibly sexy positives to this approach.

“Only if you can take me.” The words are out of my mouth before I come to a conscious conclusion. Guess, I am going with defiant. This should be interesting.

“All right, then,” Malcolm hisses as he twists my arm in the other direction spinning me around. His hand backed up by those rippling arm muscles press against my back. I push back just a little, almost as a test. He adds more pressure and pins me, bent at the waist over my own desk. I have just enough time to turn my head before my body hits the hard surface.

Malcolm is obviously not concerned with any type of warm-up. I feel my skirt bunch and lift as his free hand reaches between my legs. His fingers find the edge of my panties. He moves the small piece of material covering my pussy to the side.

I gasp and then let out a small shriek when his fingers plunge into my hole. He has to have at least two inside me. There is no way that a single finger could stretch the lips of my pussy apart like this. Malcolm bends his fingers and press mercilessly at my G-spot. The intensity of the response to having the spot touched so roughly is overwhelming. Pinned to the desk all I can do is shiver as the orgasm races through my body. I was not prepared to go off so suddenly. My eyes clamp shut. I can feel the heat spread across my face as I drink in such a sudden release.

Malcolm starts pulling his fingers out of me and I shudder as he does. I was ready for him to be done with fingering me, but instead he shoves his fingers back inside my pussy so hard and fast he lifts my body off the ground enough that I am on tip toes. The callouses on his fingers and palm scrape against my delicate skin as he continues to slam his fingers into my pussy over and over. My body is lifting and falling as he pounds into me. I can hear him breathing hard as he works his hand in and out of my hole. I can also hear the squishing sounds of his fingers moving in and out of the juices my pussy is currently gushing. Fuck almighty, I didn’t know I wanted rough sex this badly.

My eyes slam shut again as another round of pure erotic joy blasts through every part of me. It is like there is pure electricity coursing through me. I would swear on anything that bolts of lightning were shooting from my toes, fingertips, and nipples at this very moment.

The shudders rocking my body begin to abate and I can focus a little better. I can hear Malcolm grunting as he drives his fingers into me over and over again.

Suddenly I'm spinning and falling. My knees bend and hit the floor.

“You want to play it both ways. The problem is you can’t. You want to act like a cock-tease then I'm going to show you what happens to a cock tease.” His words are menacing.

His speed and strength are intimidating. I didn't feel him change his grip. I was bent over the desk and then I was on my knees. How he did it, I don’t know or care because this whole experience is so amazingly sexy.

Once again he yanks my head backward so that I'm looking straight up. His handsome face looming over me. His eyes filled with unadulterated want. His lips set with pure determination.

I can only watch as he brings his other hand into my view and places his two fingers, now covered with my fluids, against my lips. I've never tasted my own cum before, but the smell of my juices on his fingers just below my nose makes me want to open my mouth. Something inside of me needs to suck his fingers clean. My mind is telling me to make him happy, to do whatever Malcolm wants me to do. But, I'm supposed to be resisting. Somewhere inside my mind another voice is telling me it is too early to submit fully to his will.

I press my lips together tightly. Malcolm is lightning fast. His hand releases my hair but before I can react and lower my head his hand is around my throat. I can feel his strength through the skin of my neck. The imminent threat is turning me on in a way that I've never felt before. He is not actually hurting me. He is putting just the slightest bit of pressure against the sides of my neck. It's the possibility that with the slightest flex I could be in danger that is making this so erotic. The look on his face says clearly that he's on the edge of control. Just the slightest bit of continued resistance could make him lose control. I don’t dare press my luc

k any farther. I give into that voice that wants me to relent. My mouth opens letting his fingers slip in.

I taste amazing. It has never occurred to me to try licking my own fingers and no other man has ever suggested it. I can taste salt, something sweet and there is a tangy taste that is making my tongue tingle just a little bit.

“You know what that taste is?” Malcolm’s growl is low and reverberates through me as he speaks. “That is your body rebelling. You say you don’t want me. You act like you don’t want me, but the minute I'm in the same room with you, your pussy tells the truth.”

He's so right. I knew days ago when I had decided to try to ignore him.

“Unbuckle my belt,” he orders pulling his fingers out of my mouth but keeping his hold on my throat. I hesitate. I’m not sure I'm even resisting at this point. I'm just not sure how to work around his arm. The small amount of time was enough to test his control. His fingers tightened just a bit. I can feel the tips of his fingers pressing against the veins in the sides of my neck. It is still not dangerous, but I take the warning for what it is and I scramble to loosen his belt.

His order has taken over my mind, and this time I simply can’t resist his commands.

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