The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo(27)

“You agreed to become my sub, so by default I am therefore your Master.”

He frightened her a little now. “Yes, but—”

“A simple yes or no will suffice. No embellishment is necessary.”

She figured things were starting to get out of hand, and rather than try and face down the all-powerful man before her, she attempted to appeal to his better nature. At this precise moment in time she wasn’t sure he had one. She spread her arms wide, her hands palm up in a nonthreatening manner. “Tyler, please allow me to say that I believe you’re playing with semantics. Yes, you are my Master, but not here.”

He was having none of it. “Stand up.”

“Please, Tyler, be reasonable.”

“Stand up, I say.”

“No.”

“One last chance.”

“No, no, no.” She almost felt compelled to submit to his mighty will, but something inside stopped her. She wouldn’t make it easy for him. Although the powerful, angry man standing in front of her frightened her, she was also sexually aroused, too, and intrigued to see just how far he would run with this. Tyler’s eyes were alight with authority, and she figured he would take it all the way.

“You continue to disobey me.”

“Yes.” Aware that he wouldn’t let it lie, her panties moistened at the uncompromising look in his eyes. She didn’t want him to overpower her in his office, but then again, she did.

Without warning he pulled her from the chair with alarming force. Tyler was trying to set a precedent by taking charge of her at work. Something they’d agreed wouldn’t happen. He stared down into her eyes. “You have your safe word. Use it.”

“Tyler, this has gone too far.” Dear God, she figured he was going to discipline her right here and now in his office.

Gripping the top of her arm so tightly it actually hurt, he kicked away her chair. Its castors screeched noisily across the carpet before stopping abruptly when it crashed against the office wall. Clearly still angry, he strode around to his side of the desk and opened a drawer. Rebecca felt her libido heighten further as she watched him lean in and remove something. When he placed a leather ball gag on the desk, she couldn’t stop a sexual moan escaping her lips.





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 pussy 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.