Chapter Twenty-Two #2
There’s something almost liberating about that. I don’t have to make decisions, and no amount of struggling from me will change Killian’s course of action. All I can do is endure. And maybe even… enjoy. Parts of it, at least.
His fingers slide back into me, and his thumb goes back to rubbing my burning clit, soothing the pain.
“You know what needs to be done,” Killian says flatly. “Unless you’d like me to move my money somewhere else, I suggest you keep to your company slogan and help manage my fucking wealth.” He hangs up and releases my throat.
“So fucking wet for me,” he mutters in my ear. “Prim and proper Lyra with a stick shoved so far up her ass it’s a wonder she can walk, unraveling for me. Now that’s a sight for sore eyes.”
The only response I can manage is a moan.
“But you know pleasure comes at a cost.” Killian stands me up and rises behind me. He grips my hair and folds me over the table. My palms flatten on the surface, and my heart lodges in my throat.
“Pain,” he whispers. I brace in preparation for the first hit on my naked ass, and Killian doesn’t fall short. He spanks the same spot on one cheek five times, hard enough to make tears stream down my face, then moves to the other side.
“I never knew I was into giving pain,” he says.
“I never knew I was into any of the things I’m doing with you, Lyra.
I hope you know that our time together has been as enlightening to me as it is to you.
” He shifts over to spanking the sensitive spot when my ass meets my thighs, and I cry quietly, resting my cheek on the table.
Even as the pain consumes me, the ache in my core deepens, silently calling my resistance and refusal to acknowledge that I get off on pain a lie.
After what feels like an eternity of misery, Killian stops abusing my poor ass. He leans down to kiss a burning cheek, and I flinch.
“Bright red, just how I like it,” he murmurs appreciatively.
He kicks my legs apart. His zipper lowers, and a moment later, his cock slides through my folds. I moan again, louder as he teases my clit with the tip of it, clawing at the table restlessly.
“One day very soon, I’m going to bind you in every way a person can be bound, and see how much pain and pleasure you can take before passing out,” Killian says.
A lewd cry leaves my lips at the visual, followed by a hot wave of burning shame. My brows pinch and my face twists in horror at my reaction. He’s threatening to strip all my power and abuse me, and I cried out at that?
The fuck is wrong with me?
“None of that.” Killian wrenches my hands behind me, gathering my wrists in one of his hands and pinning them to my lower back. “It’s okay to enjoy it. In fact, it’s good to enjoy it. You’re twenty-five and gorgeous; you should be exploring all of your desires.”
“Please stop reminding me of our age difference when you’re about to nail me to your desk,” I manage. “I don’t want to think about your saggy balls when you’re preparing to fuck me.”
“There’s nothing saggy about me, Little Bird,” Killian says with a chuckle, unoffended. “I’m about to prove it.”
He slams inside of me in one furious thrust, nearly shocking the soul out of my body.
I release an agonized cry as his cock drags over my walls, setting all of my most sensitive nerve endings on fire.
I’m already hovering on the cusp of an orgasm, and Killian sets a ruthless pace, fucking me like he despises me.
“This’ll be quick,” he grits out. “I can’t seem to fucking last when I’m inside you.
” His pace is intense, the force of each pump is devastating, and his unvarnished desire for me permeates the air, twining with the scents of lust and sex.
The only noises in the room are my cries and whimpers, the obscene squelching sound Killian’s cock makes with each thrust, and the clap of flesh slapping against flesh.
My hipbones bang against the desk every time Killian surges forward, painfully, but the pleasure is so consuming I barely notice.
“Come,” Killian growls, fisting my hair and lifting my upper body. “Come hard for me.” His teeth sink back into my neck, right over the sensitive spot he bit earlier, and I go up in flames.
I clench and convulse around his shaft, tears streaming from my eyes, a scream torn from my lips.
Killian releases my neck and shoves my upper body back down to the desk with a growl, burying himself so deep inside me I can almost feel his cock in my throat.
His length twitches and pulses as he comes, and I think I sense his knees trembling from the force of his orgasm.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “God fucking damnit.” He exhales a long breath that flutters the hairs on the back of my neck and gradually releases his hold on my hands.
He pulls out of me and drops into his office seat, panting.
My arms fall limply to my sides, and I stay folded over the desk as I catch my breath and try to rationalize what just happened—aside from a painful spanking and an explosive orgasm.
Killian clears his throat. “For your sake, I hope you brought the pages I requested.”
Even though my body hums with exhaustion and the desire to curl up and go to sleep, I manage to straighten. I reach for my clothes, but Killian stops me with a slight shake of his head.
It’s patently unfair to keep me naked while he’s fully clothed, but there’s something erotic to it.
Something made hotter by the fact that he’s a decade older than me.
His age and state of composure are both blatant shows of his power and authority—they make him seem like every inch the corporate executive he is, and me his powerless toy.
My pussy clenches as the thought flits across my mind, and my hands curl into fists. He’s rewiring something in my brain, changing my way of thinking.
Endure.
I inhale a trembling breath, gather the tatters of my dignity, and round the desk to grab the pages from my purse. I try to hand them to Killian across the surface, but he shakes his head and motions for me to come closer.
I guess that means he’s not done with me yet, while all I want to do is curl up on my couch and sleep.
How long has it been since I slept more than three or four hours?
He pulls me back down onto his lap, plucks the pages from my hands, and settles them on my sweaty legs. He lifts up the first page and starts reading.
“Are you going to read them now?” I ask.
“Why do you think I called you in here so early?”
Early? It’s nearly 9p.m. “Are you going to read all of it now?”
“Yes.”
“There are one hundred and fifty pages.”
“So you should settle in.”
I blink. “Can I go home? You’ve gotten what you wanted—”
“No. I’ve only gotten some of what I wanted. What I want now is you, on my lap, waiting patiently like a good Little Bird while I read and critique your work. Unless you’re moaning, coming, or crying, I don’t want to hear any more noises from you. Got it?”
I don’t think he’s giving me a choice, so I nod and seal my lips. I shift as I feel some of his cum start to trickle out of my pussy. My cheeks heat at the realization that I’ll leave a stain on his pants when I stand up.
“Bad girl,” Killian says. He reaches between my legs, scoops up the trickle of cum that ran out, and stuffs it back into me. He keeps his fingers buried deep inside me, trapping his release.
“Do you always forcefully fuck women without a condom?”
“I’ve never forced before, and there’s always been a condom.”
“Then… are you trying to get me pregnant?” I whisper, baffled. Why would he change up his routine for me?
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not fit to carry my heir.”
Right, because I’m too far beneath him. Too middle-class. Usually, the insult irritates me; right now, however, it almost hurts. Maybe because I’m already raw from what just transpired.
In any case, I should be grateful that, of all the things Killian’s going to inflict on me, carrying his spawn won’t be in the mix. That would tie me to him for life, even if he never claimed the child. A lifelong sentence of being attached to him is repulsive.
Weeks, I can handle, but years? I’d probably throw myself off the top of the Empire State Building.
“You’ve never asked me about birth control,” I realize. “You fuck me without a condom and have no concern whether I’ll get pregnant?”
“I’m well aware about your outlooks on the matter of spending time with me.
I’d be amazed if you weren’t taking precautions to minimize risk.
” Killian pauses reading, and I feel his gaze burning a hole in my head.
The fingers still buried inside me scissor, and my pussy flutters as my lips part on a silent moan.
“That’s probably why I enjoy you so much. You don’t want anything from me—not my money, my name, my connections, or my heir. You’re the lowest-risk woman I’ve been with in years.”
His thumb presses to my clit, and my teeth sink into my lower lips. “Now, either be quiet and let me read, or I’ll assume you want another round.”
“I’ll be quiet,” I blurt.
Killian chuckles. “That right there is exactly why you’re so intoxicating.”
We both know our arrangement has a very finite timeline. And that’s the only thing giving me the courage needed to pull through this, and do what must be done—even if I’m risking my life in the process.