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little worried, but mostly I’m silently begging for this hunk to throw me over his shoulder, to claim me.
    He grabs my other wrist, spins me around and pins my arms above my head. I’m against the wall, and he’s leaning into me. His hard flesh is pushing at my delicate region, telling me his intentions are not honorable.
    â€œYour sister won’t notice anything other than being the center of attention.” He puts his lips on mine and forces my mouth open with his tongue. I struggle to breathe, to keep my senses. His kisses deepen, and unbidden need throbs between my legs. A soft moan escapes me. I feel his mouth curl to a smile, and I wonder what wickedness he is imagining.
    â€œI want you, right now.” He pushes harder into me, slides his rough hand under my skirt and up my thigh.
    â€œNo, really, I can’t do this. Everyone is watching.” For the life of me, I can’t think. Don’t want to think. My sex is throbbing, distracting me, driving me to the brink of insanity and dampening my knickers.
    He manhandles me into the office. It’s dark. I can’t see athing except for a line of light beneath the door. Metallic clinks echo, and I assume it’s him locking the door.
    â€œNo, seriously, we shouldn’t do it in here,” I say. I wait in the darkened room. He hasn’t made a move in what feels like five minutes. Shivering, not from cold but from nerves, I anticipate his touch. Crave his touch.
    He turns the desk lamp on, his face illuminated in a soft orange glow from the bulb.
    â€œBetter in here than out there with what I’ve got planned.” He takes the neckline of my dress in his big hands and tugs until the material weakens and rips. My new dress, ruined. I want to cry, I should cry. Be angry or something, anything other than be a horny slut. An impossibility right now with his gorgeous browns glaring me over. “Take your shirt off,” he demands.
    â€œIt’s like that?”
    â€œUh-huh…now do as your master tells you and strip.”
    â€œYes, Sir.” I slip out of my dress, my skin prickling as the cold air skims me.
    He looks me over. “I like how the corset stops short of your nipples.” Thumbing something on my father’s desk, he hums a happy tune. Paperclips? A wicked grin spreads over his face. Uh-oh. He’s thought of some amazing way to get my rocks off. Not good; I usually scream when he gets creative with pain delivery.
    He bends the flimsy metal and wraps two clips around each of my nipples. My nubs harden at his touch, and tingle and tighten. Then a sharp pinch shoots from my breasts down to my crotch. Ouch . He’s clamped my nipples. He licks the tips of my nubs peeking through the metal, and he moans all gruff-like. Grr .
    â€œWant me to bend over?” I ask, impatient to relieve the throbbing ache in my pussy and desperate to finish fucking before anyone realizes I’m missing.
    â€œOh, you know it’s naughty to tell me what to do.” Heglances around, searching for his next makeshift torture device. Something catches his eye; a glint of mischief flickers across his irises. “Lie on the desk,” he whispers, unzipping his pants.
    I don’t want to do as I’m told just yet. I’d rather wait to see his cock jut out. I’ve missed that hard, long shaft, and want it buried deep inside me.
    Already, a pearl of precum is glistening on the tip of his shaft. I want to lick it off, to tease his head with my tongue, make him as desperate for release as I am. I slink toward him, but he shakes his head. I ignore his warning. In one swift movement, I’ve got his end in my mouth and I’m licking up the salty goodness.
    He groans and hardens inside me. “On the desk, now,” he orders.
    This time, I do as I’m told and lie on my back, heels of my shoes digging into the wood. Crap, I’m sure Dad will notice those dents in the morning.
    He nudges