“From the man who just had his fingers on a student’s clit?”#p#分页标题#e#
“You’re pushing me, Darcy.”
I reached behind myself, between us, and cupped his long, hard cock with my hand. The zipper of his pants pushed into my palm, and I traced my thumb down the side of his erection.
“I’m not the only thing pushing, am I?” I asked.
“Fuck.” He hissed the word out, and the next thing I knew, my dress was being lifted up, and he let my hair go.
My hands slammed against his desk as he bent me forward and moved my panties to the side. He’d barely touched me, but I could feel my pussy throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.
I knew that this would be a cold, hard fuck designed to remind me who I belonged to. Who, for all intents and purposes, owned my body.
It would be a reminder and a punishment, all because I’d dared to take control of myself for one night and defy him.
It was a misguided attempt to reinforce that I was his.
Jordan’s movements were as smooth as always, and he spread one of my ass cheeks with a strong hand. His fingertips dug in almost painfully, but I didn’t care, because I sighed in relief as he pushed his hard, thick cock inside me.
“Now, this is how this is gonna work,” he rasped into my ear as he grasped my hair and tugged. “Since you’ve forgotten, Darcy, you need a reminder, don’t you?”
I didn’t dare answer. The question had been rhetorical. Besides, I was already practically panting from his swift invasion of my body.
“Now, I’m gonna fuck you.”
I swallowed and glanced at the shadows of people walking past his office door, a tiny lock and frosted glass providing us limited privacy. I’d known that it was coming, sure, but now, we were there, silent, and I could hear the people outside…
I couldn’t deny the excitement that swept through my body at the thought that we could be interrupted any second. That someone could walk right up to this door and probably see the vague silhouette of him fucking me from behind.
I felt dirty, but I liked it.
“And you got it, Darcy.” He pulled out and slammed right back into me, making me bite down on my lower lip. “I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re not gonna make a sound. Understand?”
I didn’t answer for fear that I’d whimper instead of respond yes. I just nodded and sucked my lower lip into my mouth.
“Good girl.” The words were but a whisper.
I liked it when he said it.
He was reminding me of more than he knew… Like what it meant to fuck because lust was just too strong. I fucking hated him for that. I wanted to forget what that felt like.
He slowly pulled out of me. With the head of his cock resting at the opening to my pussy, he gripped my ass. “Who do you belong to, Darcy?”
I didn’t answer.
The sting didn’t surprise me when it came.
“Answer the question.”
“You,” I whispered.
He gently caressed the spot he’d just slapped. “And who owns your body, Darcy?”
I arched my back as his cock entered me fully.
“Who does this tight, wet pussy belong to? Who decides who and what gets to be inside it?”
It… Like it’s a tool… Just a toy for his amusement. Just like I am.
“You.” There was no other option.
“That’s right. You and your wet pussy are mine. I own you, sweet thing. Every single fucking inch of your gorgeous body is mine.”
His words… The possessiveness sent thrills through me as he moved inside me. I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t deny how fucking turned on they made me, and I hated myself for it. I hated how he commanded my body, and I hated that I let him.#p#分页标题#e#
“Now.” He stilled, his hand still resting on my ass, and slowly let my hair go.
The raven curls tumbled over my shoulder and onto the desk, and I felt the loss of him before it happened.
He eased out of me and, ever the gentleman, slipped my panties back over me. Great. Now I’ll be walking around all afternoon wanting to screw anyone reasonably good-looking.
I pushed myself to standing as soon as I heard him take a step to the side. I looked at him just in time to see him zipping his pants back up and tucking his shirt in. His tie hung a little lopsided, and I raised my eyes from his neck.
Our gazes collided with heart-thumping ferocity. The slow, sexy curve of his lips to one side did nothing to calm the quick two-step beat my heart had just taken up, but I didn’t dare to look away. Even if I had, I didn’t think I could have. His eyes were the net, and I was nothing but a tiny fish tangled up in him.
“Seven o’clock tonight. My house. I’ll be waiting.”