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CHAPTER 8

ORIYN

T he numbers on the screen blur together, a sea of digits and decimals that refuse to make sense. I rub my temples, the weight of overseas holdings pressing down on my skull. My hand reaches for the coffee mug out of habit, but it’s empty. Again.

“Ms. Daniels,” I bark, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Where is my coffee?”

“Coming, Sir!” Her voice carries from the kitchen, light and teasing, like she’s been waiting for this moment.

I lean back in my chair, fingers drumming on the desk. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor grows louder, and then she’s there, standing in front of me with the coffee carafe in hand. Or rather, trying to hold it. Her arms are bound in the secretary yoke, the metal bar forcing her wrists up and away from her body. The leather cuffs hug her skin, the sheepskin lining soft against her wrists. She’s wearing that pencil skirt again, the one that hugs her curves like it was made for her.

“You’re late,” I say, my tone flat, but my eyes rake over her.

“Apologies, Sir.” She bends at the waist, her ass brushing against the edge of my desk as she pours the coffee. The scent of her arousal hits me like a punch to the gut, sharp and intoxicating. My cock twitches, straining against the fabric of my trousers.

She straightens up, her smile smug. “There you go, Mr. Weller. Fresh and hot, just like you like it.”

“Good girl,” I murmur, and her eyes flutter shut, a soft sigh escaping her lips. My hand moves on its own, sliding up her leg, the fabric of her skirt bunching under my fingers. When I reach her inner thigh, she gasps, her body jerking. A single drop of coffee spills onto my hand.

“I spoke too soon,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “I suppose you must be disciplined.”

She chuckles, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Whatever you say, Mr. Weller, Sir. Though we’re not getting much work done like this.”

I silence her with a kiss, my hand gripping the back of her neck to pull her closer. Her lips part for me, and I taste the sweetness of her, the heat of her breath mingling with mine. The yoke keeps her arms pinned, but her body presses against me, her hips grinding into my lap.

“Work,” I mutter against her lips, “can wait.”

I hike Cora’s skirt up with one hand, the fabric bunching around her waist. Her breath hitches as my other hand finds the waistband of her panties. I rip them off in one swift motion, and she moans into my mouth, the sound muffled but desperate. Her hips buck against my leg, seeking friction she’s not going to find there.

“Eager,” I mutter against her lips, my hands moving to her shirt. I pinch her nipples through the fabric, and she gasps, her body arching into the touch. “Stand up.”

She obeys, her movements shaky as she rises from the desk. Her arms are still bound by the yoke, her wrists held high and away from her body. The position leaves her vulnerable, exposed, and I take full advantage. My fingers unzip my fly, and I free my cock, the thick, scaled length already hard and ready for her.

“Get on me,” I command, my voice low and rough. My hands grip her hips, guiding her as she straddles my lap. Her pussy brushes against the tip of my cock, and she shivers, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “Now.”

She sinks down onto me, her body taking me in inch by inch. The feel of her around me is electric, her warmth, her tightness, her wetness—I groan, my head falling back as she settles fully onto my lap. My hands move to her nipples again, pinching and rolling them between my fingers. She whimpers, her body trembling, but she doesn’t stop.

Her eyes meet mine, and there’s a challenge there, a spark of defiance that shouldn’t be there. Not now. Not with her arms bound, her body completely at my mercy. But Cora’s never been one to back down, and I can see it in the way she grinds against me, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles.

“Someone’s feeling bold,” I growl, my grip on her nipples tightening just enough to make her gasp. “You think you’re in charge here, Ms. Daniels?”

She doesn’t answer, not with words, but her hips don’t stop. She’s testing me, pushing me, and I’ll be damned if I let her win. My hands tighten on her hips, pulling her down harder onto my cock. She cries out, her pussy clenching around me, but she doesn’t stop moving.

“You want to play, Cora?” I ask, my voice rough with need. “Then let’s play.”

I thrust up into her, hard and deep, and she moans, her body arching as she takes me. Her movements become more erratic, her hips grinding against mine with a desperation that only fuels my own. The sound of her moans, the feel of her around me, the way her body responds to my every touch—it’s too much, and I can feel myself getting close.

“Come for me,” I command, my voice harsh, broken. “Now.”

Her body obeys, her pussy clenching around me as she comes, her cries filling the room. I follow her over the edge, my own orgasm crashing over me with a force that leaves me breathless. My hands grip her hips, holding her against me as I spill inside her, her body milking me for every drop.

When the waves finally subside, I loosen my grip on her, my hands moving to her back to steady her. Her breath is ragged, her body trembling, but her eyes are bright, her lips curved in a smug smile.

“Do I get a bonus for fucking Sir so well?” she asks, her voice teasing, her tone light. But there’s a challenge in her eyes, a dare that I can’t ignore.

Oh, she’s testing me, all right. But not to assert dominance. No, Cora wants me to remind her who’s in charge. And I’m more than happy to oblige.

“I think you need to remember your place, Ms. Daniels,” I say, my voice stern, my grip on her tightening just enough to make her shiver. The way her pussy convulses around my cock lets me know exactly how much she enjoys the idea.

“Ms. Daniels,” I say, my voice firm and low, “go to the wardrobe by my desk. Fetch the deluxe vibe and the discipline hood.”

Cora’s green eyes widen for a moment, but she doesn’t protest. She turns on her heel, her arms still bound in the secretary yoke, and starts toward the wardrobe. The metal bar between her wrists keeps her movements awkward, her steps deliberate as she navigates the space. I watch her closely, my hand lazily stroking my cock as she struggles to open the wardrobe door. She fumbles a bit, her fingers brushing against the smooth wood, but she finally gets it open. Her shoulders shift as she reaches inside, her movements hindered but determined. She pulls out the deluxe vibe first, her cheeks flushing as she holds it awkwardly.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice rough. “Now the hood.”

She hesitates, her eyes flicking to the black vinyl hood in the wardrobe. For a moment, I think she might balk, but she takes a deep breath and reaches for it. Her fingers fumble with the straps, but she manages to grab it and turn back to me, her arms full with the items. She walks back slowly, her steps careful, her gaze fixed on me. There’s a faint tremble in her hands, but she doesn’t stop until she’s standing before me.

“Are you scared, my little apprentice?” I ask, my voice softer now as I reach out to stroke her cheek. Her skin is warm under my fingertips, her breath quick and shallow.

She nods, her eyes darting nervously to the hood in her hands. “Yes, Sir. A little.”

“I will not let anything bad happen to you, ever,” I say, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “Do you believe that?”

Her lips part, and she nods again, more firmly this time. “Yes, Sir. I believe you.”

“Are you my brave girl?” I ask, my other hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yes, Mr. Weller, Sir,” she replies, her voice steady despite the faint tremor in her body.

She holds still as I take the hood from her, her breath hitching as I secure it over her head. The vinyl slides smoothly into place, and I adjust the blindfold, making sure it’s snug but not too tight. She’s panting heavily already, her chest rising and falling as I buckle the straps. The hood fits her perfectly, her face framed by the smooth material, her lips parted.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, my voice low and calm as I step back to admire her.

“Good, Sir,” she replies, her voice muffled slightly by the hood. “Very good.”

I let my hand drift down her body, my fingers brushing over the curve of her hip before slipping between her legs. She’s soaking wet, her arousal slick against my fingers. A soft moan escapes her lips, her hips shifting, searching for more contact.

“Is the hood more fun than you thought it would be?” I ask, my voice teasing as I stroke her gently.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasps, her body trembling under my touch.

I release her for a moment, picking up the penis gag and securing it in her mouth. She moans softly around it, her head tilting back as I move behind her. I take the deluxe vibe, the TPE smooth and soft in my hand, and press it against her entrance. Her body arches as I slide it inside, her moans growing louder as I turn it on. The vibrations reverberate through her, her legs buckling as she falls back against me. I hold her easily, my hands gripping her hips, keeping her upright as the vibe does its work.

Her body shakes with pleasure, her moans muffled but insistent, and I press her closer against me, her back to my chest. “That’s it, my brave girl,” I murmur into her ear, my voice rough with my own need. “Let it take you.”

I guide Cora’s bound body over the edge of my desk, her skirt hiked up to expose her soft, round ass to me. My hands knead her cheeks, spreading them apart as my long, prehensile tongue darts out to tease her tight little hole. She shudders, her muffled whimpers vibrating through the hood.

“Relax,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding, as my tongue works her open with slow, deliberate strokes. “Let me take care of you, Ms. Daniels.”

Her body trembles, her hips shifting as if she’s trying to pull away, but I keep her firmly in place. I take my time, savoring every sound she makes, every twitch of her muscles as I explore her with my tongue. Her asshole is tight, but I’m patient, coaxing her to relax as my fingers continue to knead her cheeks.

“You’re doing so well,” I say, my breath hot against her skin. “But we’re not done yet.”

I straighten up, my hands moving to the ring on top of her hood. I pull her upright, her arms still bound by the yoke, and guide her to stand. My finger slips into her ass, the tight ring of muscle clenching around me as I begin to work her open.

“Let’s go,” I say, my voice firm as I cup her ass with one hand, my finger buried deep inside her. I force her to walk, the vibrator still buzzing inside her pussy, the sensation vibrating through my finger in her ass.

She stumbles slightly as we climb the stairs, her legs shaky, but I keep her moving, my grip on her firm and unyielding. Every step draws another moan from her, the sound muffled by the gag, but I can feel her body trembling with pleasure.

“Every time you cum before we reach the bed,” I say, my voice cool and measured, “you’ll get a spanking. Do you understand me, Ms. Daniels?”

Her head bobs in a nod, and I can feel her body tense as if she’s trying to hold back, but it’s no use. The vibrator is relentless, and with my finger buried in her ass, it’s impossible for her to resist. She cums again, a soft cry escaping her hood as her body convulses, and I smirk.

“That’s one,” I say, my voice low and husky as I guide her up the steps. “Keep going, my brave girl.”

By the time we reach the bedroom, she’s come three times, her body trembling with each orgasm. I push her facedown on the bed, her legs spread wide, her asshole ready for my cock. I don’t waste time, my hands gripping her hips as I guide myself to her entrance.

“Relax,” I murmur, my voice a soft command, as I push into her, inch by slow inch. She moans, her body arching as I fill her, the sound guttural and desperate.

I spank her ass, the sharp sound of my hand meeting her flesh echoing through the room, and she cries out, her body jerking as she cums again. I thrust into her, each movement deep and deliberate, alternating between spanking her and filling her until her body is shaking with pleasure.

Her orgasm hits hard, the deluxe vibe shooting out of her pussy amid a spray of squirt, and I groan, my own release crashing over me as I cum deep inside her ass. I collapse on top of her, my body pressing her into the mattress, her helpless form writhing and groaning beneath me as the aftershocks of her pleasure ripple through her.

I unbuckle the secretary yoke first, the leather cuffs sliding free from her wrists with a soft hiss. Her arms fall limp at her sides, and I run my fingers along the faint red marks the cuffs left behind. She shivers under my touch, her body still humming from the intensity of what we’ve just done. Next, I carefully remove the deluxe vibe, her soft whimper muffled by the discipline hood. I set it aside on the nightstand, its quiet hum now silent.

The hood, though—I leave it on. I’ve seen the way it centers her, the way it makes her surrender to the sensations I give her. I brush a hand over the smooth vinyl, my fingers tracing the curve of her jaw where it peeks out beneath the material. Her breathing is steady now, her body relaxed, and I can’t help but pull her closer. I curl around her, my chest flush against her back, my arm draped over her waist. She shifts slightly, nestling into me, her head tilting as if to listen to the steady rhythm of my heartbeat.

“Comfortable?” I murmur, my voice low, almost a whisper.

She makes a soft sound, something between a hum and a sigh, muffled by the gag. It’s enough of an answer for me. I tighten my hold on her, my hand splayed across her stomach, feeling the rise and fall of her breath. Her skin is warm, even through the hood, and I press a kiss to the back of her head, the vinyl cool against my lips.

She drifts off quickly, her body melting into mine as sleep takes her. I watch her for a moment, the way her chest rises and falls, the way her fingers twitch slightly as if she’s dreaming. It’s strange, this feeling in my chest. It’s not just desire, though there’s plenty of that. It’s something deeper, something I haven’t felt in decades—if ever.

I care about her. More than I should. More than I ever thought I would.

The realization hits me like a fist to the gut. I’ve sworn oaths to Veritas, to the Trident Alliance, to the mission that keeps humanity’s future intact. But if it came down to it—if I had to choose between her and the cause—I’m not sure I could sacrifice her. The thought terrifies me. I’ve never been this vulnerable, this… attached. Cora has a power over me that no commander, no oath, no duty has ever had.

“I will keep her safe,” I think, the words sharp in my mind. “No matter what it takes. I love her.”

The warmth in my chest grows, spreading through me like a slow, steady fire. I pull her closer, my arm tightening around her waist. She shifts in her sleep, her body pressing even more firmly against mine.

“I love her,” I think again, the words softer this time, more certain.

I close my eyes, letting the rhythm of her breathing lull me toward sleep. For now, she’s safe. For now, she’s mine. And for now, that’s enough.