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I pull harder, and she moans, rising on her tiptoes so she doesn’t fall over.
"What's wrong with me?" she whispers, a single tear trickling down her cheek.
"Nothing." I respond, wanting her to understand that the needs of her body are perfectly normal. “Everything you’re feeling right now is only natural.”
I lean forward, biting down hard on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and she screams.
“Do you want me to stop?” I swipe my tongue over the teeth marks I left on her skin, soothing the area before doing it again.
“No.” Her eyes clench shut as her chest rises and falls quickly.
The thrill of having Charlotte writhing beneath me is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.
"The pain will lead to pleasure. Pleasure beyond anything you can ever imagine," I whisper in her ear before releasing her hair.
She collapses back onto the table, panting loudly as she turns her head to look at me. I step back, slowly unbuttoning my chef’s jacket and tossing it to the side. She licks her lips, clenching her legs together, but I smack her hard again on the ass, causing both of us to moan.
"You won't have any relief until I say. Understood?" I growl, reaching into my pants and tugging on my cock.
"Please," Charlotte whimpers as I increase the pressure on my cock and precum drips onto my palm.
"Pull down your pants," I command.
My eyes lock with hers as she stands to her full height and shimmies her pants down.
"Now let me see your pretty little ass high in the air."
My cock grows harder at the thought of turning her bottom red with my hand.
"I'm going to bring you more pleasure than you've ever known." I punctuate my statement with the crack of my hand against her skin. "I’m going to ruin you for any other man."
"Yes," she hisses.
My hand comes down on her ass again, alternating sides with each smack. I bite my lip to stifle the moan wanting to escape as her skin turns cherry-red beneath my palm. Charlotte tentatively runs her hand over the growing bulge in my pants, attempting to distract me.
"Teasing me will only mean more smacks for you." I crack my hand against her bottom again, her skin turning a delicious shade of pink with each strike.
"Fuck, that hurt," she groans, bucking her hips off the table.
My hand runs over her cheeks before my fingers dip into her folds. I pump my finger in and out, and each time, her pussy grips my fingers tighter.
"Oh, Bryce. More. More."
I slide my fingers from inside her, pinching her clit. "Only if you ask me nicely."
I deny her pleasure, rubbing small circles around her clit with enough pressure to keep her on the edge until she answers.
"Please. Please, give me more."
"I love it when you beg, baby." I slide my fingers in between her folds, pumping in and out swiftly, which brings moans of pleasure from her lips. "Who do you belong to?"
The need to claim her as my own courses through my body. I would love nothing more than to replace my fingers with my cock, sinking deep inside her and sending us both into oblivion. But she deserves more than a quick fuck hidden away in a dusty conference room.
"I belong to you. You and only you. Please don't stop."
She pushes her ass up toward my hand to get more friction, but I pull back, wanting to draw out her pleasure as long as possible.
"I'm so close. Please don't stop."
