The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(24)
Chapter Twelve
“No, Tyler. Not in the office. We agreed.” Her will to fight him was almost gone now.
He eyed her with a sense of triumph in his eyes. “As I said before, you have your safe word.”
“Please don’t. I’m begging—” Her final words were lost as he forced the ball gag in her mouth then secured it behind her head with the leather strap. Even though the ball stretched her lips uncomfortably wide, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling sexually excited, too, especially when she stared into Tyler’s glowing amber eyes.
“That’s better. You’ve been a disobedient sub, so your time for speaking is over. As you no longer possess the ability to say your safe word, knock three times on the desk if you become distressed.”
Without a word Tyler gripped the back of her neck with his left hand and forced her down so her upper body lay compliant and horizontal across his desk. With her cheek pressed flat against the mahogany surface, she stared almost shell-shocked at the exquisitely carved pen holder right in front of her, its elegant wave of solid gold holding Tyler’s Omas fountain pen firmly in its grasp.
“That’s better. So much more respectful.”
Using his right hand, he lifted her skirt high above her waist and laid it across her back before yanking her panties down to her trembling knees.
“Mmm, such a dull gray skirt you hide behind at work. Your team would be surprised to know they harbor such a wanton, wicked woman in their midst.”
The cool air feathered over her exposed ass, followed by the palm of Tyler’s large hand. With her pinned to the desk, he gently massaged her butt cheeks before roughly forcing his hand between her legs and dipping his fingers deep inside her.
Not wishing to fight back, her sexual desire went off the scale, and she whimpered submissively against the ball gag. Being totally dominated by Tyler in his office turned her on, just as much as when he subdued her in the privacy of his home. The way his fingers slid effortlessly inside her left her in no doubt her * was soaking wet.
“Becca, your cunt gives you away. You protest too much, but you love being disciplined by me, wherever we are.”
Without warning the flat of his right hand connected with her bare butt four times in quick succession. It hurts. It hurts like hell on earth. She scrunched her eyes tightly shut, trying to control her breathing, but found it difficult because of the ball gag filling her mouth. All she could do was meekly moan against it, waiting for the next inevitable slap. Such was the force he used her knees buckled, and she felt as though she may collapse at any moment. Still, she could always tap on the table if things got too bad. That was her safe word for now.
His tone of voice was uncompromising. “You and that so-called team of yours have been working for me for two months. And what have you got to show for it? I’ll tell you what, zilch, zero. What the hell are you doing in the Think Tank all day? Drinking coffee and polishing your nails?”
He spanked her naked ass once more, even harder this time, the almost unbearable stinging pain shooting through her body. She clenched her hands into tight fists, seriously considering whether to tap out her safe word on his desk.
I can handle this.
Controlling her breathing was all but impossible now, and her nostrils flared wide as she fought for life-giving air, her eyes watering with as-yet-unshed tears. Tyler was totally in control of her, and although it hurt like hell, it turned her on big-time, too.
“Results, Becca. I demand results. Nothing less is acceptable.”
When another stinging slap impacted her traumatized ass, her legs finally gave way. However, a calm, steadying hand to her back stabilized her, making her realize he cared deeply for her and would never harm her. Tyler knew exactly how far he could push her.
“I think that’s enough discipline for now. I hope you’ve learned your lesson and trust the results from you and your team will improve.”
Total silence then ensued for what seemed an eternity. He stood out of her line of vision, and she figured he studied her, forensically assessing his next move. When she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered, she knew exactly what he’d decided to do.
As he roughly entered her from behind, her eyes flew wide open and she whimpered against the ball gag as his massive cock filled her *. Oh, God, dear God, it felt so good being stretched wide by her Master. His prick felt even larger than usual as he lunged athletically inside her, burying himself balls deep.
It hurt her lungs to breathe as he lay across her back, two hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle, pinning her to his desk. His hands covered hers, holding them still as his warm breath feathered her neck. Out the corner of her eye she saw him watching her, assessing her response, as he ground himself deeper and deeper inside her.
He breathily whispered against her ear, “You enjoy me taking you, owning you. Don’t dare deny it.”
I don’t. He speaks the truth.
His sheer weight and motion forced her clit against the edge of his desk, making her aware of every glorious inch of him, impaling her, thrusting inside her, filling her so exquisitely, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. A teardrop eventually slipped from the corner of her eye and dropped onto the mahogany desk, and as Tyler continued pounding inside her, her hair wiped it clean away.
Her legs shook uncontrollably as the orgasmic pressure inside her became unstoppable. Her climax when it came was so strong and overwhelming, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and wailed almost silently against the gag, her teeth biting into the hard plastic ball, her fingers flexing and unflexing beneath his. Dear God. He knows me better than I know myself. As her ecstasy continued unabated, her * spasmed around his cock, desperately milking it for its contents. He duly obliged, by pumping even harder and biting her ear before finally rearing up, his perfect body arching majestically as he filled her with his life-giving seed.