Page 81 of Colton

“For being greedy while you were in an important meeting,” she breathes out.

Another sharp smack comes to her other cheek, the sound of leather hitting her tender flesh like the prettiest melody to my ears. Her eyes swell with tears, but she swallows them down, determined not to cry.

“And?” I demand.

“Thirty-seven,” she counts like the good girl she is. “And for sucking your cock without permission,” she whispers, and I barely hear it.

So, I spank her again, this time using my hand. There’s something about feeling the itching sensation on my palm from her ass that makes it so much better.

“I responded correctly!” She yelps, then adds, “thirty-eight.”

“Too quiet for my liking,” I make a tsk noise, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “So, what did we learn?”

“We learned that I’m a greedy slut, and that I’m not allowed to touch you without permission while you’re in important meetings.”

Shame. I thought she was going to act all bratty and then I’d have the excuse of spanking her again. But since she responded correctly, and rather quickly, I lower the hand that’s holding the belt, rubbing her ass with the other.

“Good girl,” I hum. “And are you going to do it again?”

“Yeah, probably.”

Her shameless pride makes me laugh. I take a step back, shoulders shaking with amusement. Then, before she can register what’s happening, I pull out my aching cock and thrust into her eager cunt, ignoring her protesting gasps.

“Sir!” She screams, her back arching.

“Since you’ve decided to be a filthy slut, shall I call Theon again so he can see how desperate you are for my cock?”

Her entire expression screams panic. “What? No!”

“Why not?” I tease, slamming my cock as deep as possible, holding it there for a moment, enjoying the way she swallows me whole. Her moans of pleasure only encourage this beastly behavior, the need to have her fall apart on me, winning by the second. “You seem to like the danger of being discovered.”

“It’s different,” she tries to defend. “I don’t want anyone seeing me like this.”

I lean in, teeth grazing her earlobe. “Like what?”

“Like,” she starts, eyes closing for a moment. “Like a desperate whore for you.”

“Good girl,” I kiss just below her ear, hands gripping her hips as I start thrusting in and out of her at a rough, consistent pace. “No one else gets to see just how desperate you get for my cock. This view is for me and for me only. Do you understand?”

I punctuate each word with a sharp, deep drive into her, forcing her head down onto the desk. She moans loudly, and those pretty sounds that shamelessly fall from her lips make me go fucking insane for her.

She arches back into me, my jaw clenching. Oh, God — I have never seen her this desperate, and I’m almost too eager to explore the rest of her, to find out every single spot that makes her squirm, every single touch that makes her fall apart, and every single position that makes her mind go blank.

I want to break her entirely, to have her submit to my will and to exist solely for me.

She manages to squirm out of my grip a little, just enough to turn her head and look at me over her shoulder, and the sight in front of me? Pure art. She’s so far gone that there’s not a single thought behind those eyes, except the primal need to be fully and completely satisfied.

Her eyes are glossy from pleasure, tears from earlier dry on her cheeks. Her mouth is slightly parted, her moans filling my office, and likely the surrounding halls. Yet, I don’t care. I don’t care who hears, as long as they know that the only person who’s able to make her feel like a mindless doll is me.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur, slowly wiping another fallen tear with my thumb, then bringing it to my lips, tasting the salty tear.

“I can’t take it anymore,” she whimpers, her body trembling.

“You can take it,” I murmur, slowing the pace down a little. “You wanted to act like a little slut, so you’re getting fucked like one.”

“Please,” she whispers, tears in her eyes only making me more aroused, if possible.

“Please, what?”