Free Club Helix: The Power Games by Brynley Bush Page B

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    Her eyes widen. “But…”
    “Now, Ava!” The look in my eyes has her scrambling to obey.
    She hesitantly bends over the desk and arranges herself over the smooth wood surface, her back arching and her breasts straining against her shirt as she looks back nervously at me. My dick throbs at the look of fear mixed with excitement in her eyes.
    “Eyes forward. Hold on to the edge of the desk.”
    Her nostrils flare, but she does what I tell her to. She’s brave; I have to give her that. I snake a hand around her slim waist and unbutton her shorts, sliding the zipper down slowly. She shudders slightly, but she doesn’t move. Taking a step back so I can fully appreciate the view as I expose her delectable little ass, I hook my fingers into the waistband of both her shorts and her panties, slowly lowering them over the curve of her hips until they puddle on the floor at her feet.
    “Step out of them,” I direct.
    I hear her sharp intake of breath, and then she obeys. As soon as she steps out of the clothing, I kick her feet apart with mine until they’re even with the legs of the furniture. She’s exposed and vulnerable, her ass perfectly positioned at the edge of the desk.
    “What’s your safe word?” I ask, doubling the thick leather in my hand.
    “Anthony,” she mumbles breathlessly.
    That stops me cold. “What?”
    “It’s Anthony ,” she repeats, her voice stronger and laced with resolve.
    “Christ! Are there any other men in your life I need to know about?” I demand, my voice an angry rumble.
    She shakes her head, pressing her lips together.
    “When I’m finished, you’re going to know exactly who you belong to, and I guarantee you’ll think twice before you slap me again,” I promise, holding her still with the weight of my hand.
    She quivers beneath my touch, and I smile. Although I intend to punish her, I also intend for her to enjoy it. I lay the belt down across the small of her back and skim my hand over her smooth, rounded cheeks, squeezing each pale globe. She moans softly. I caress her ass again, kneading my hands over the well-toned curves before sliding my finger forward to lightly stroke her slit. She’s dripping.
    I pierce her folds, relishing the feel of her tightening around me. I move in and out of her slowly, finger-fucking her as I feel her arousal grow. I find her clit and flick it gently until I feel her thighs tightening, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk tightly as need coils in her.
    Then I remove my hand from her hot little cunt and pick up the belt. I wait a minute, playing with her head a bit longer before I begin. Anticipation is a powerful aphrodisiac. Her body stiffens at the first stinging lick of the belt across her backside, but she doesn’t make a sound. I bring the belt down again on one cheek and then the other, enjoying the tantalizing stripes of red the belt leaves on her flawless skin. Just as I’d suspected, she marks beautifully. She writhes against the desk, but I’m holding her too firmly for her to get any purchase. I bring the belt down one last time at the tender juncture at the tops of her thighs, and I could swear her hips tilt back to meet the bite of the leather.
    I press against her, letting her feel my arousal. The belt clatters to the floor as I thrust my finger into her wet pussy again. She clenches around me, and it takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to bring her to orgasm right then and there. But her lesson isn’t over quite yet.
    I slide my finger out, spreading her juices over her clit. She moans softly as I circle it with my finger—once, twice, three times—before sliding back into her wet heat, adding a second finger this time. Christ, she’s so fucking tight!
    I dip in and out, watching her fight to keep her hips still as I drive her higher and higher. She has a death grip on the edge of the desk now, and her whole body jerks as I pull out and press against the small nub.
    “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
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