Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Bending down, I caught her around the waist and pulled her over the top of my desk.
When she was where I wanted her, my body pressed to the length of hers, I bent her over my desk.
She gasped when I let go of the tie, but groaned when I caught her hands around her back and tied them securely with it seconds later.
She squirmed, ready to fight, but I forced her down on the desk with my body.
“Don’t move or I’ll tie you to the fucking desk.”
She kept moving. Kept fighting.
Grinning because I liked her fight, I reached for my clothing rack that just so happened to be close enough to the desk for my convenience.
I yanked off two ties that I’d taken off and left here last week, then picked her up and moved her to the skinny side of the desk.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
“I’m about to do you,” I said. “It’s either that, or I fucking strangle you. Which one would you rather it be?”
She stilled underneath me, giving me enough time to secure the first tie to the top drawer’s knob and then around her hitched arms.
She started to move again, and I placed my knee against her lower back and leaned into the desk.
She hissed at me. “Why can’t you just be normal?”
I’d never been normal. Never would be, either.
“Where is the fun in that?” I asked, moving to the other side.
“I’m on my period. This won’t work,” she tried again, twisting so that she could get her hand away.
She didn’t succeed, but I did get it looped around her elbow and then tied to the hole that was made for cables at the back of the unit.
“All trussed up and nowhere to go,” I teased as I smoothed my hand down her ass.
She growled at me.
I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling as I pulled my hand back and brought it down hard on her supple backside.
The jiggle of her ass pleased me. Her scream did as well.
“Sadistic bastard,” she grumbled.
“Sadistic?” I asked as I pulled her feet in close then bent down to remove her shoes and socks.
She shivered and stilled, her breath going choppy.
Smoothing my hands up the length of her thighs once she was barefoot, I came to a stop at her leggings’ waistband. Hooking my fingers under the elastic, I pulled them slowly down over the swell of her ass. Then farther down the length of her thighs.
The smooth, creamy skin of her ass was just begging for me to bite it, so I did.
She squealed, and it was so adorably cute that I did it again on the other ass cheek.
She groaned as I pulled the fabric off of one leg, then the other.
Tossing the pants to one side, I got up and walked around my desk. She turned her head to watch my every move, and her eyes missed nothing as I pressed a button to shut off access to first the elevator, then the stairwell.
If she got free, she couldn’t leave. But that also meant that nobody could enter, either.
Her breathing sped as I reached for her next, my fingers going to her shirt as I pulled it up as far as her tied up hands would allow.
Reaching under, I helped the bottom of her sports bra over her tits, pushing it up as far as I could and giving me a great side view of her tits pressed up against my desk.
A view I’d definitely be thinking about later. Too bad my desktop wasn’t made of glass. It would definitely be a fun imprint to see in the morning.
“You do anything rigorous, and that fancy computer and your cup of pens are going to go flying,” she said.
Maybe. But I would have my secretary buy me another one tomorrow, and it’d be set up and ready to go by the time I got home from my work trip.
Tonight, there would be no control.
And the thought of stopping long enough to move the electronics from my desktop sounded like too much work. The pens? Well, fuck those pens.
Especially when I had a naked woman pressed against my desk.
“Do you have a tampon in?” I asked, trailing one long finger down her spine.
She pinched her lips closed, red flooding her cheeks. Gosh, she sure was cute.
“I’m thinking that maybe you need to fuck off right now,” she hissed.
My brows rose.
“No reason to be shy, baby.” I grinned, loving the way she glared. “I can find out on my own if you’re interested.”
Her eyes went hard. “I don’t wear tampons. According to TikTok, they make your periods heavier. So now that I have access to a washer and dryer, I do the period panties thing.”
Period panties.
Had that been what those were that I pulled off with her pants?
“Interesting,” I said. “I’m not sure about the validity of TikTok when it comes to what you’re speaking of, but it sounds intriguing.”