Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Hell, I’ve got work to do. She can do her work while I do mine.
I release her hair and take her hand, leading her to the large desk. I sit at my chair and stand her in front of me. In one quick tug, I divest her of her dress, pleased to see she wears a simple bra and no panties. Soon, she stands naked before me. The large windows behind me showcase the heart of NYC, but the glass is mirrored, so though we can see every high rise and taxi cab below, no one can see us. It gives me the illusion of transparency but the security of privacy all at once.
But Cora doesn’t know that.
“Under my desk,” I instruct. “On your knees.”
She obeys but reluctantly, falling to her knees in front of me with flashing eyes. I open my desk drawer and remove a few items that will help me prepare her. They clink onto the glass-covered desk, and for the first time since she’s come in here, her eyes register surprise, widening ever so slightly and her lips soften.
First, the handcuffs. I’m prepared for this, and have already placed everything I need in my desk. I bend down and bring her wrists behind her back, before I click the metal in place. I make sure they’re secure but only slightly uncomfortable, enough to make her know her place but not too much to cause distress. With her hands fastened behind her back, she kneels with legs spread apart and back arched, as she’s been taught. Next comes the silk blindfold I slide over her eyes and tie behind her head. With her vision and movement impaired, she takes in a deep breath. The first layer of resistance strips away.
Next, I open the lubricant, squeeze some onto my hand, and glide it over her ass, making sure I lubricate her asshole good and well.
“Liam,” she whispers. The angry little girl who stepped foot in my office a few minutes ago is almost gone.
“Cora,” I respond.
“What is that? I mean, I know what it is, but what are you—ooooh, oh my God—”
Suddenly she knows exactly what it is, as I guide the lubricated plug into her ass.
It’s a stubborn sub who can maintain anger and defiance when she’s cuffed, blindfolded, and plugged, kneeling on her feet in front of me.
The only freedom she has right now is speech, and soon I’ll strip that away from her, too. When she hears the clink of my belt buckle, she freezes.
Good. I wasn’t planning on strapping her yet, and my range of motion is limited with her sitting in front of me, but I double the belt and give her a good crack across the ass. She hisses and squirms, but I can still feel whatever angers her emanating her like heat from embers. I’ll draw this out of her, but sometimes it takes a bit of finesse. Dropping my belt to the floor, I unzip my pants and slide out my cock, already hard, into my hand. Shifting my chair closer to her, I slide my cock to her full lips.
“Open.”
Her lips part and I take a deep breath. She’s fucking good at this.
I push my hips toward her and slide my cock into her mouth, stifling a groan when her tongue circles the head.
“Naughty little girls who don’t tell the truth get punished,” I tell her. “You’ve lost your sight and movement, and now instead of what I planned, you can service me under my desk while I work. Understood?”
I tug her head bag to make her nod, then pump my hips. She chokes a little, and I pump harder. When she sucks in breath around my cock, she builds suction. I stifle a groan. She won’t know she’s affected me, not this time. I sit up straighter and turn my attention to my desk, opening up my email while she works her mouth on my dick. I click my keyboard while she sucks, and answer a call that comes in, my voice unaffected by what she’s doing.
Hell, she’s fucking working me to distraction, but I want her to feel this, to know she can come in here wearing that anger like a cloak, but I’ll strip that veil away and bring her to her knees.
It’s where she’s happy, though. Submitting to me comes as naturally to her as blinking her eyes, intuitive and instinctual, her visceral reaction to my dominance a beautiful sight to see. But sometimes, she needs a little help to get there.
My phone blinks yellow. I groan. Jake’s line.
I pump my hips, making her gag and squirm. “Suck it,” I order, right before I slam the button on my phone.
“Liam, we’ve got to talk,” he says. “The damn news picked up that story of those college kids.”