Chapter 15
“You can’t do this!” I screeched, trying to break free from the hold he had over my legs.
His arm was like a bar holding my thighs to his chest as his shoulder dug into my stomach.
I was trying to claw at his back through the suit that he was wearing, or kick him, anything. It was pointless.
I didn’t see a single maid or butler or anyone in the hallways. They must have heard the commotion and avoided facing it.
The fucking cowards wouldn’t even stand up to their boss when he was doing something they knew was so wrong.
“You can’t do this!” I yelled again, slamming my fist down on his back.
“Watch me,” he said with a dark laugh before he slapped my ass again. The sharp sting sent a shock of pleasure up my spine, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from groaning.
I hated how much I loved the way that made me feel.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I cried, trying to kick harder until he moved his arm from the back of my thigh down to my ankles, making it impossible for me to kick and also, at the same time, making me feel very unsteady on his shoulder.
I had to grab the sides of his suit jacket to keep from falling.
“Because you like it,” he growled. “Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
“No, let me go.” I said the words that I knew I should say, even if it wasn’t the way I felt.
Disgust, revulsion, and hatred should have been burning their way through my veins. Instead, it was something much different giving me this incredible warmth. I didn’t want to name it.
If I named what I was feeling, then there was no way I could lie to myself about it.
It may have been denial, but I was going to hold on to it with everything I had.
“You want me to let you go? Fine.” He pulled me from his shoulder and threw me on a large bed with a firm mattress and the most incredibly thick goose-down comforter I have ever been on.
Before I could get up, he grabbed my ankles, pulled me across the black duvet towards him, and pulled off my shoes, tossing them to the other side of the room.
“You can’t do this,” I said again. I felt stupid repeating the same things over and over, like somehow it was going to change something. I knew it wouldn’t.
Deep down, I didn’t want it to change anything.
This was going to happen.
I knew this was going to happen.
I wanted this to happen.
I just didn’t want to want it to happen.
“I’ll make you a deal, baby girl. If I pull down your tights and your little pussy isn’t dripping wet for me, begging for my cock, then I’ll let you go. I’ll set you up in one of the spare rooms, and I’ll let you stay there unbothered.”
“What?” There was no way he meant that. He couldn’t have meant that.
“No? You don’t want to take our wager? Is that because you’re as wet as I think you are?”
“Let me go,” I said again.
“Sure, if your pussy is dry, and your body isn’t begging for release, then absolutely.”
He didn’t wait any longer.
He reached under my skirt, grabbed the top of my tights, and ripped them off.
“Please,” I said. “Don’t.” I couldn’t remember why I was fighting him.
The way his hands ran from my ankle up my thighs, leaving the most delicious trail of heat, I didn’t want him to stop.
I wanted him to make all of me burn, to chase away the cold, and banish it. I wanted to feel warm and alive again. His touch made me feel that.
“All in due time, baby girl.” He grabbed the center of my favorite pair of La Perla panties and ripped them off, tossing the expensive black silk on the growing pile of my clothes.
My new monthly allowance couldn’t even replace those!
“Last chance, tell me you want it. I’ll be gentle and teach you how to ride my cock like a good little girl. Or lie to me, and I’ll fuck you like a bad girl. Which will it be?”
That same heat that had risen from my ankles to my thighs when he touched me burned all the way up my body to my cheeks.
I wanted him. I knew it, he knew it. There was no denying it. But I couldn’t say it out loud. Shame kept my lips sealed shut.
“Time’s up.” His hand went between my legs, two fingers plunging straight into my pussy, stretching me.
I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips as my back arched in complete submission. Even if he couldn’t feel it on his hands, he could see how much I wanted it.
“I’m sorry, what was that, baby girl?” he said, pumping his fingers in and out of me while he pulled apart the buttons on my shirt to expose my breasts.
He pumped his fingers in and out harder, making it hurt just a little as he brought me so much pleasure, and his hot lips wrapped around my nipple.
This was so wrong, but how could something that was this depraved and this humiliating feel so good?
There was no use trying to fight it anymore, so I let my legs fall open, giving him full, complete access to me while my fingers slipped into his hair and held his mouth to my breast.
If this was going to happen, I might as well take advantage of it.
“Are you going to keep lying to me?”
“I don’t want you,” I said as I arched my back, pushing my breast back in between his lips.
“Such a bad liar,” he growled, standing up and hovering above me.
“I’m not lying,” I lied.
He smirked down at me, and I could only imagine how I looked, lying on his bed on top of his black duvet, my shirt opened and showing off my chest.
One cup of my bra pulled under my breast, pushing it up, the hardened nipple wet with his saliva. My legs were wide open while my skirt was up around my waist.
My pussy was dripping wet.
It had been wet before he fingered me. But now it was so much worse. I could feel the need pulsing between my legs.
I watched as his eyes took in every single inch of me, and I liked the way it made me feel.
It was wrong. I knew it was wrong, and I should have felt shame, humiliation, and just dirty. But I didn’t.
I felt warm, hot even.
He made me feel seen in a way that I had never experienced before. The way his eyes hungrily ran over my body made me miss the feel of his hands.
“Bad girls get punished,” he said.
That was the only warning I had before he reached down and spanked my pussy, sending a sharp shock of pain and heat licking up my spine. And he did it again before grabbing my ankles and using them to flip me over and push my skirt up.
“You’re going to take your punishment for lying to me. I’m going to spank this perfect ass, and you’re going to count and say thank you after every single swat.”
I tried to squirm away from him. I tried to move, but he put his knee on the small of my back, pinning me to the bed.
“When I’m done punishing you, I’m going to make this pussy mine. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come.”
“And if I refuse to be your good girl?”
“If you’re a bad girl, and you don’t take your punishment… well then, it’s not your pussy I’m going to fuck.” He placed his thumb against my asshole and rubbed tight circles over it.
It felt different, depraved even.
I had already felt how big his cock was in the courthouse. I didn’t think he’d fit in my pussy, so he definitely wouldn’t fit there.
“Are you ready, baby girl?”
I bit my lip and buried my head in the comforter not wanting to say it. Not wanting to be so complacent, even if I did want it.
“Answer me,” he said, pushing his thumb into my ass.
“Yes, I’m ready,” I cried out.