She rolls her eyes, still defiant even now. “So humble.”
I chuckle darkly. My palm comes down again. “Two.” Then I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “Bold of you to keep mouthing off while I’m punishing you. Though let’s be honest…” I drag in a slow breath, letting it fan across her neck. “I doubt this even feels like punishment. Not when I can smell how fucking turned on you are, Kitten.”
My hand comes down again, sharper this time. “Three.”
Mya lets out a small, startled sound that becomes breathier. I rub the spot with my palm, coaxing her to breathe through it.
Then another slap. “Four.”
She moans, and my control wavers, a dark thrill crawling through my veins.
“That’s it. Good girl.”
Her shoulders rise and fall in quick bursts, the tension between us tightening until the silence feels heavy enough to break.
“I’ve given you time to settle into your new role, Mya. Now, you have to understand exactly what it means.”
I can feel her pulse fluttering beneath my touch.
“Tell me,” I whisper, the words more command than question. “Tell me you want this.”
Mya nods, breath catching in her throat.
“Words, Kitten.”
Her eyes meet mine. “Yes,” she breathes. “I want this.”
That’s all I need to hear.
The outside world falls away until it’s just her and me, locked in a current neither of us can escape. I reach past her for the remote on my desk and, with one click, the blinds slideshut, cutting off the curious stares and flooding the office with darkness.
“No one gets to see this side of you. Only me.” I rest my hands on the desk on either side of her, caging her in. “You almost made me forget where we were.”
Mya’s lips part like she wants to argue, but she doesn’t. Instead, she surrenders, and I know I have her attention completely.
I loosen my belt and unbuckle my pants, reaching down my briefs to pull out my aching cock. I need to finally feel Mya wrapped around me.
After almost having her on our wedding night, I’ve been a restless, desperate mess, caught somewhere between restraint and need. I’ve been waiting for her to be ready, refusing to push past the line she keeps drawing between us.
There haven’t been any kisses or touches outside of the ones we fake for the cameras, and it’s driving me insane. Every time she walks past me, every time she laughs—it’s another test of how far I can stretch my self-control before it snaps.
Now, watching her on my desk, breath unsteady, squirming beneath me, I know there’s no coming back from this.
I pull her head up by the strands of her hair and bring her mouth to mine, tasting defiance on her lips. God, it does something to me. Lights me up from the inside out.
I slip two fingers past the string of Mya’s thong, right above her wet heat, and pull, snapping the fabric in half.
Her breath comes faster, a sound caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
With the pad of my thumb, I roll the bead of precum around the head of my dick, and bring my length to her entrance, teasing her with small strokes.
“Worth,” she whimpers.
“Yes, pretty girl?”
“Please.”
I’ve spent weeks fighting this, keeping distance, pretending that we’re nothing but business, when every cell in me knows otherwise.