Page 33 of Forbidden Temptations

This man, who was now almost nose to nose with her, was different. Everything about him excited her. The way he looked at her, handled her, and just completely dominated her.

God, this couldn’t be happening. Who was this man? What was he doing to her? She didn’t do things like this, never at work, and she was never submissive in sex. She needed control. Her lovers were quiet and submissive, little more than tools for her pleasure, dildos with a pulse. They couldn’t make her beg.

Yet this man had. And fuck, why did it feel so good?

“Louder,” Richard pressed, enjoying the moment, relishing the turnaround, the power. He loved hearing her like this. So desperate and needy. All her poise and professionalism stripped away to leave just the raging wanton.

She licked her lips, her eyes smouldering, dark with desire. Needing to move, to take some control, she curled her hips, desperate to stroke her clit against his crest and ease the throbbing ache pulsing there. “Please!”

“Please what?” he asked, the deep growl of his tone sending hot shivers through her core as, bending his knees, he lined himself up, the broad tapered head of his cock nestling between her folds. Just one push and he would be buried inside her.

Scarlet couldn’t bear it.

“Fuck me… please, fuck me-oh!” Scarlet gasped, her eyes widening and mouth falling open in a long moan as his hips snapped forward, driving in deep. The delicious shock of his cock sliding home rushed over her, making her head spin.

Too deep. Oh God, he’s huge. How the hell does Alice ever ride this beast?

“Yeah, is this what you want, Scarlet?” he rasped in a low and sultry voice that just screamed sex. His hands dropped to her hips, fingers squeezing hard enough for her to feel the bite, both dragging her back and tilting her at just the right angle to take him. Not so much holding her as using her body to fuck her back onto his cock.

“Oh yes… oh yes… yes Sir!” she panted, her insides clenching, squeezing all around him, pleasure rippling out to her fingers and toes as she felt herself open to him, inch by sinfully thick, hard inch of him. Fuck, she’d never dreamed someone could fill her so completely. “Oh fuck… oh my God… yes… make me take it. I’ve been such a horrible boss, I need to be punished… mmm… punish that pussy with your big fucking dick!”

Richard was more than happy to oblige. “Don’t worry, you’re going to get everything you deserve.”

Fuck, what the hell was wrong with him? He didn’t dominate his lovers, didn’t degrade or overpower them. This wasn’t him. He’d never been like this with Alice, hadn’t been like it with Rebecca… but he liked it.

“Just look at you, you bad girl. Getting fucked across your desk with your hands tied behind your back. Your snug little cunt milking my cock. You’re just bloody loving this, aren’t you?”

It was time to teach his boss’s daughter a lesson.

She had been asking for this, well now it was time she learned to be careful what she wished for.

“Yes! Yes, I love it!” Scarlet moaned, writhing in his arms as his hips curled against her derriere. There was a momentary feeling of emptiness as he pulled back before his hands snapped her back to meet his hard thrust, making her feel every hard inch of his godly cock driving her up onto her tiptoes.

The feeling was so intense. She felt so stretched. So full.

It made her whole core pulse and tingle, and clench around him, but it was too late. He was already sliding out, almost all the way, then driving into her again, and again, until he was pounding into her greedy sex. “I’m a bad little whore… bad fucking whore… pound that pussy… it’s yours- oh- oh God, yes, yes!

The orgasm came out of nowhere, rushing over her, leaving her a limp, shaking mess. He fucked her through it, drawing out her pleasure and driving her down into the desk so that her heavy breasts and stiff aching peaks dragged across the wood through her silky blouse. His body bore down on her, pinning her there so all she could do was struggle against the silk binding her wrists in a desperate need to grab something. the desk, him, anything that might give her a little leverage.

She shouldn’t have liked it, but she did.

She never would have thought she could enjoy sex restrained, but this feeling of being under his control, powerless, at his mercy.

It was dark, primitive and so wild.

He knew just how to treat her.

He was splitting her open. Using her like a bitch in heat, and it was such a turn on.

She couldn’t bear it. She needed to grab something, anything…

“Yeah, that's it, cum for me, you bad girl, cum all over my cock… mmm… spread that ass for me, show me your pretty little hole,” Richard growled, drinking in the sight of Scarlet’s bound hands grabbing her smooth alabaster cheeks, those perfectly manicured nails biting into the soft skin, spreading them wide to show him the tight rosebud nestled within.

The vision sent a hot shiver of lust down his spine, and he couldn’t resist brushing it with his thumb, circling the sphincter, pushing in ever so slightly.

Scarlet could only gasp at the feeling against her pucker, the sensation causing her sex to clench around him. “Yes Sir… please, punish me, I need it… I… I…”

“As you wish.”

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