Page 119 of Off-Limits

I move toward the desk, swinging my hips from side to side more than necessary. Damon groans behind me and it makes me smile. I feel powerful with this man and it’s utterly intoxicating.

Reaching the desk, I glance over my shoulder and lock eyes with him. Flipping my skirt up, I watch his jaw clench as he works it. He’s barely hanging on, and it makes me hotter for him.

It’s the look in his stormy blues, the way he readjusts himself, but the love, desire and need that pumps off him in vicious waves, makes me forget everything.

Right now, it is only him and I, and I wonder if he knows how much this means to me; how muchhemeans to me. His eyes flick to the collar around my neck, a malicious gleam pulling at the corner of his eyes.

My breaths come fast and hard as he unloops his belt from his jeans, rips his shirt over his head and struts over to me with the buckles clanging loudly. My pussy clenches around nothing, the need within climbing to volcanic levels.

Swallowing harshly, his smirk deepens the closer he gets tome, and within seconds he’s standing behind me, draping the belt over my ass, moving it leisurely.

“You really do have a fine ass, Miss Wilmott.”

“What if we get caught, Sir?”

“Isn’t that what you want, hmm? I think you want someone to walk in and see me spanking this phat ass and burying my big cock to the hilt in this sweet as sin cunt.”

I moan, drawing my lip into my mouth and biting down on it because he more than hit the nail on the damn head. He chuckles and shakes his head, before landing a soft slap to my ass.

“That’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?”

I don’t answer him, so when he flicks the belt and it lands on the back of my thigh, I let out a gasp.

“Answer me.”

“Maybe.”

“Liar. But let me tell you something, Miss Wilmott, I don’t like to share, hell, I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine. These perfect tits.” He pauses and grabs my tits roughly over my shirt. “This pussy.” His hand releases my tits and slides down to cup my pussy, pulling a moan from me as my head falls forward. “This fucking ass,” he growls, and in the next second, leather hits my backside, the sting leaving me a beautiful fucking mess.

“Oh god, Damon, please.”

“Please what, Blossom?”

“Just fuck me. I need you inside of me now.”

“But you’ve been a bad girl, Miss Wilmott, and bad girls get punished.” he states matter of factly, the hiss of the belt in the air coming down and landing on my ass in two quick successions.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please, Sir!”

Damon says nothing for a moment, massaging my ass with his hands, no doubt over the welts that are forming. Palming my cheeks, he leans forward and kisses along my spine.

“What have you learned, Miss Wilmott?”

“To not disobey a direct order, Sir.”

“Will you touch yourself again without my permission?”

“No, no, I promise, please, Sir, I need…” I sob, not finishing my sentence because without warning Damon slams into me.

His cock stretches me in the most blissful of ways. He fucks me rough, ruthless, like he’s unhinged, and a part of me revels in the fact that I do this to him. That I make him lose control.

Me. Poor little Dorothy Wilmott.

“Get out of your head, baby, right now you are mine, and I own your thoughts, your orgasms,everything.”