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He arched an eyebrow at me. “Do as I say, Ri - Charlotte.”
I stood and whirled around. I took only a single step before turning back. “I want an orgasm.”
His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline. “Excuse me?”
“I did the work you asked me to do. Now I want an orgasm,” I said, my hands clenching into fists.
He stood, his face now weirdly calm. “Go to your desk, Charlotte.”
He glanced at the clock. It was fleeting, and his expression didn’t change, but what he was doing suddenly became crystal clear.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” I said. “Giving me work until the session is over. That’s not fair.”
“You’re here to do what I tell you,” he said. “Return to your desk.”
“No,” I said.
“You’re being a brat, Charlotte,” he said.
“What are you going to do about it?” I said, ratcheting up the snottiness to about a thousand.
His dark eyes narrowed, and I squeaked in surprise when he yanked me into his embrace. His big hand slid into my hair and pulled tight, tugging my head back until I stared directly at him.
His erection pressed against my stomach, and I rubbed against it eagerly. He ground his teeth together before his lips flattened. “You are very close to having the brat fucked out of you, Riley.”
Hot and oh-so-sweet desire flared in me, and I moaned when Deacon bent his head and nipped the base of my throat. The sharp nip only heightened my need, and I clutched at his narrow waist, rubbing against his cock again.
He kissed me hard, and I returned it eagerly, accepting the hot thrust of his tongue and the sting of his teeth as they scraped against my lip. When we pulled apart, I gasped in some needed oxygen, staring wildly at him as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Do you want to be fucked, Riley?”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I want that, sir.”
“You’ve been a bad girl today. Why should I reward you?”
My body vibrating, and certain I would be the first woman to die from arousal if he didn’t fuck me, I said, “Please, sir. Please, I need it.”
I made an actual shameful whine when he shook his head. “I don’t give bad girls what they want.”
“I’ll be your good girl from now on,” I said. “I promise. Please fuck me, Mr. Cross.”
His nostrils flared when I said his name, and hope blossomed inside me for a moment. It died when he released his grip on my hair and shook his head, sliding his arm around my waist. “No. But if you accept your punishment tonight like a good girl, I will consider fucking you at a future play session.”
The look on his face made it clear he wouldn’t budge on his decision. In a soft voice full of disappointment, I said, “Yes, sir.”
I tried to leave his embrace, ready to return to my desk and finish the work he’d sent me, resigned to the fact that I wouldn’t get the relief I needed. Not tonight.
His arm tightened around my waist. “Where are you going?”
“To my desk,” I said.
“Your punishment,” he reminded me.
“I thought that was my punishment.”
His fierce grin sent a fresh wave of lust over me, along with just the tiniest sliver of fear. “Sir?”
“You’ve been a bad girl tonight. Not just tonight but yesterday and today at the office, too. Isn’t that right, Riley?”
