me, and I knew very little about him. I’d never behaved in this manner, falling hard for a guy I just met, but there was something about him that drove me to feeding my impetuous behavior.
Even as guilt remained in my system.
Maybe I’d been far too naïve, my lack of experience with anything like the club allowing me to surrender to the darkness lurking deep within my psyche. Just seeing the obvious expertise in how the unknown man had wielded the whip had left my mouth watering, which was ridiculous on so many levels. Hearing the girl’s cries had been riveting. Even the way her body undulated, struggling in the bindings left me with visions that refused to escape my mind.
My body tied to the cross.
Michael issuing strike after strike against my naked body.
The pain. The joy. The ecstasy.
And now?
Excitement surged into every cell and muscle just hearing his demanding words.
Because, sweet Sophia, I’m going to fuck you in your tight little ass.
A growl left his lips before he pressed them against mine, the taste of him like the sweetest nectar. I was still shocked at the series of orgasms I’d experienced, so intense and powerful that I’d been left breathless. As the kiss became more passionate, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my fingers clutching the dense material of his expensive jacket. The man was an enigma, someone who would always hide behind his prowess and wealth.
I doubted he would allow me inside his world, finding the man underneath the layers of bullshit.
None of that mattered as the connection we shared roared into another level, my moans matching his guttural sounds. Everything about this was wrong on so many levels, but I was captivated by his dominating ways.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled me off the desk, immediately cupping both sides of my face as he gazed into my eyes.
“Are you ready, sweet Sophia?” he whispered in a husky tone, creating another wave of quivers dancing down my legs.
“Yes. Yes, sir.” There was no reason not to give him what he wanted, at least for now. While I doubted that I’d ever be able to surrender in the method he so obviously preferred, for tonight I could live in a fantasy.
A smile curled across his lips before he turned me around, forcing my stomach over the edge of his desk. Rambling thoughts entered my mind as I stared at the door to his office. What if someone walked in? What if they witnessed our carnal act? Would it matter? Would Michael conduct business while continuing to fuck me? I closed my eyes as he rolled his fingers down my spine, issuing two more smacks against my already bruised bottom.
The wash of pain was unlike before, yet a mere reminder that he was indeed in full control. As he slid the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, I held my breath. Only one man had fucked me in the ass before and I’d hated every second. It was filthy and wicked, sinful on so many levels.
But tonight, I craved the experience, as if believing that I was indeed a bad little girl. Maybe I was. I bit back a nervous laugh as his gripped my hip, his fingers digging in. I threw my arms over the desk, unable to avoid laughing as I accidentally pushed a package off the edge of the desk. When an entire box of dog biscuits fell onto the floor, I blinked several times, staring at them again.
Maybe the man had a softer side after all.
I took several deep breaths as he thrust his fingers into my pussy, pumping hard and fast. I was thrown back into the beautiful fantasy, my muscles clamping around the invasion. Within seconds, I knew he could bring me to another climax. Panting, I gripped the edge of the desk, trying to control my breathing.
Exhaling, he pushed a single finger into my darkened hole, moving past the tight ring of muscle.
A rush of nervousness rolled into me, the hint of pain exactly as I’d remembered. When he added a second and third finger, plunging them all the way inside, I reared up from the desk, gasping for air. “Oh... God.”
“Relax, Sophia. Just relax.”
While his voice was soothing, the deep baritone like the softest velvet sliding across my naked body, the pain was real. He waited as my muscles expanded before pumping several times. I wiggled, trying my best to stay in position, much like I