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“What are you going to do about it? Or is this all you got?”
Olivia smirks at me, pulling against my grip on her wrists and grinding into me again.
It’s exactly what I want her to do. I want her back talk. I want every reason to punish that tight little body of hers.
Without a word, I sling Olivia over my shoulder and walk to my office down the hall.
“Hey!” Her shout is a bit too loud for my liking, and I lay a playful slap across her ass.
“Hush.”
Locking the door behind us, I set Olivia down in front of my desk. She glares up at me, but there’s a raw desire behind her eyes that’s begging for more.
“Say something and I’ll stop now. Say something, or I’m taking everything you’ll give me.” My voice is nearly unrecognizable through the growl.
Olivia continues to meet my eyes, the corner of her mouth lifting up in a smirk.
“Go on, then.”
Spinning her around, I bend her over, holding her in place with my hand on her back. Olivia’s breath is shallow, and the sight of her luscious ass peaking out from her shorts as she’s splayed across my desk is all too tempting.
I lean over her, allowing my thickness to press into her as I whisper in her ear.
“It was a spanking, correct? A fitting punishment for such a smart mouth.”
She tries to bite it back, but a low moan escapes Olivia, and her eyes blink closed.
Dragging my fingers down her back, I stand behind her, playing with the edge of her shorts and just avoiding her crotch. Goose bumps ripple under my fingertips, and I briefly rest my palm on her cheek.
Smack.
A hard slap comes down across her fair skin, and the blooming red that appears goes straight to my dick. Olivia jumps but stays quiet, aside from the hiss of air she sucks in.
I land another on her other cheek, and she jumps again, moaning louder as she bites her lip.
The crinkle of paper sounds as Olivia squeezes her hands into fists, taking some of my documents with her. I snake my hand up her neck and fist my hand in her hair.
“You know those are important, don’t you?”
Olivia only smirks. “Whoops.”
Without letting go of her hair, I go for the button on her jean shorts, flipping them open and roughly pulling them from her body. Olivia arches off the desk, and I push her back down, raining two more slaps across her newly exposed skin.
The suppressed moans turn to gasps, and Olivia’s copper curls bounce as she jumps.
“Do you want more, little peach?”
“Yes.”
I skim my thumbs under the waistband of her panties.
“How much do you want?”
Olivia whimpers softly. “All of it.”
Running my fingers under each edge of her underwear, I take my time teasing her. I smooth over the top of her pussy and Olivia trembles.
Back and forth, I stroke across her center until Olivia is moaning hard.
