Page 73 of Fate and Family

“No,” I growl in her ear as she whimpers. My free hand slides two fingers into her wet entrance. “This pussy is mine.”

She cries out, then moans, “Yes,” as she gathers her breath.

“Yes what?”

“I’m yours.”

“What else?” My fingers pump inside of her.

She moans louder. “This is your pussy.” She gasps as my thumb brushes against her swollen clit. “Sir,” she adds. The begging starts. “Please, I need you.”

I curl my fingers upward and stroke the spot that makes her go wild. “Are you going to come on my fingers?”

She whimpers and whines, but no answer leaves her lips. Her motion around her breast slows and my lips wrap around one hard nipple, switching between sucking and biting. She cries out again as I demand, “That’s how hard I want you pinching and playing. Do you feel it in your clit?”

Her panting and gasping fills my ears. “Yes.” She moans louder and my fingers freeze.

“Yes what?”

She whimpers, “Yes, sir.”

I return to fingering her, stroking her G-spot faster. Her pussy pulses, and everything tenses as her muscles tighten around my fingers. “Come on my fingers like a good girl.”

She tries to toss her head back, but I tighten my grip, forcing her to stay and take on the pleasure without any escape.

She comes down from her high and locks a hazy gaze with mine. “Thank you…” she whispers, and adds, “Sir.”

Sliding my fingers out, I lift them to her lips. “Taste what’s mine.”

Her eyes widen, but she complies and licks my fingers until the sticky sweetness is gone. She gazes at me, pleading for praise.

“Good girl.”

I step away and move her legs off the chairs and lift her off the desk.

She whispers, “I like this side of you.”

That’s more than what I need to see how far she's willing to push herself. “Five minutes with the real me and you’re naked in a strange office with a swollen pussy and you want more, don’t you.”

“God, yes, Sir,” she mewls with need. In all the times we’ve been together, she’s never been like this.

“When we were together before, I never truly acted out my fantasies.”

She starts panting again, breathing heavy with need. “You never acted out my fantasies either.”

“Mine first, yours next time.” My thumb drags down her cheek as I whisper, “If it’s too much, tell me to stop. I won’t be mad, and it won’t change how I feel about you. ” Kissing her neck, I say, “Tell me you understand.”

She nods. “I understand, Sir.”

A small growl escapes me as I spin her around and press her stomach to the desk, leaving her ass and dripping pussy fully exposed. I rub small circles on her ass cheek. “You used to flirt with the customers to piss me off.” My hand smacks her rear end and she yelps. “That little stunt you pulled with Uri, making me think you two slept together.” Two spanks, one on each cheek. She moans and tries to squirm away, but my free hand presses against her back. “The moment you walked into my club with another man.” Another pair of rapid spanks on each cheek, hercreamy skin turning warm and pink with each successive slap. “You put yourself in danger every day.” My hand makes contact at the top of her thigh.

I rub my cock over my pants, looking at the art I’ve made on her skin. Red marks spot her perfect ass. Her ass and pussy are a gradient of pink, her slickness making her body shine. Two fingers slide in without resistance. “God Katya, you’re so fucking wet.”

“Yes, Sir.” She gasps as I pump my fingers.

Pinning one hand on her lower back, I lean in and whisper, “You can take more.” A third finger enters her as her pussy’s soft walls tighten.

The way her body responds to every motion sends me to a forbidden place. “I want to take you to the club and fuck you on every piece of equipment we have. But no one gets to watch,” I growl as her body gets closer to the edge. And I take my fingers out and spank her ass one more time. “You’re only for me.”

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