Chapter 4

Hunter

Fuck me.

Morgan Davis was most certainly not a man.

Not with those curves that swayed for days.

Not with her gorgeous brown waves that begged to be pulled.

Not with those bright green eyes that dared me to grab that pretty little throat and punish those lips with my kiss.

And not with those big, beautiful tits that screamed for me to bend her over my desk and fuck her right then and there.

When she'd walked in, I'd braced myself for another young, inexperienced, male college graduate, the kind who spoke in hashtags and lived for social media validation, but Morgan was nothing like that.

Elaine had failed to mention anything about her, not even that she was a woman for fucking Christ's sake.

Instead of some vapid teenager, she was all business, her demeanor exuding confidence and professionalism, yet there was an undercurrent of something else, something that was making my cock rock hard. It was refreshing and, admittedly, a bit disarming.

I wasn't used to that.

The truth was that I was used to being the one in control, the one who set the tone of the meeting, and she hadn't allowed that. With her, it felt like a chess game where each of us was carefully planning our next move, trying to gain the upper hand, and neither of us had emerged the victor.

And damn if that didn't intrigue me.

The way she'd spoken, how she'd held her ground against my arguments, it was a rare occurrence in my world. Most people tended to agree with me, either because of my position or because they didn't dare to challenge me. But Morgan, she hadn't just agreed with me. She'd pushed back, her arguments sharp, her insights cutting through the usual bullshit.

It was refreshing, in a way.

I'd noticed the way she looked in that outfit too—professional, yet undeniably fucking tempting. It clung to her body in all the right places, accentuating a figure that was unquestionably unprofessional, the kind of figure that demanded I put her down on her knees where she fucking belonged, like the pretty little slut she was, and fucked her mouth while her beautiful tits heaved up and down with her ire.

Fuck.

The image of her on her knees had made my cock rock hard, and it was taking everything in me to keep my cool. My dick was so hard that it ached. My balls felt like two large basketballs that were filled with too much air. I leaned my head back with a groan.

I wasn't going to get any work done like this.

In an effort to calm down my cock, I lightly stroked my hand over the fabric of my shirt, stopping when my fingertips brushed against the leather of my belt.

Morgan Davis needed to be taught a lesson and badly.

I couldn't. I needed this business deal. I couldn't let my uncle's name smear mine, couldn't let him drag my business through the mud, not when it could help multitudes of people out there.

The stakes were too high, and the risks too great. I needed this business deal with Morgan Davis and her PR firm. I needed her in my employment. The advancements we were making in nanotechnology could revolutionize industries, improve environmental sustainability, and advance medical treatments. I couldn't let my uncle's tarnished legacy cast a shadow over these aspirations.

The scandals and rumors that swirled around my family name thanks to my uncle's actions were already a threat to everything I had built. I had worked tirelessly to distance myself and my company from his murky dealings, to establish a reputation of integrity and innovation. Bringing Morgan's firm on board was a crucial step in reinforcing that reputation, in steering the narrative away from the shadows of the past and towards the promise of the future.

Moreover, it wasn't just about my company. It was about the people who depended on me—my employees, my partners, the communities we served. They were all counting on me. A misstep now, especially one of this magnitude, could jeopardize everything. I couldn't afford distractions, no matter how enticing they might be.

My dick didn't listen to my head though, which was really fucking irritating.

Instead, my cock throbbed even harder at the thought of bending her over, pushing her skirt up out of the way, baring her bottom, and welting that big, beautiful ass until there were pretty little tears streaking her beautiful face.

This wasn't helping.

I was too hot. I reached up and unbuttoned the first few buttons of my crisp, white shirt, trying to give myself some air.

That didn't help either.

I gazed out of the window of my office, looking over the cityscape down below. It was a view that usually brought me a sense of serenity and accomplishment, a reminder of my place in this city, of how much I had built, but right now my thoughts were elsewhere, fixated on the beautiful woman who had walked into my office and somehow managed to throw me off balance.

It was both annoying and exhilarating. I wasn't used to this, this feeling of being on edge, of being unsure of my next move. It was unfamiliar territory, and yet, I found myself utterly entranced after nothing more than a heated interview.

I wanted her.

Badly.

I grazed my hand over the firm line of my cock. I groaned and the sound echoed in my office. Quickly, I glanced at the door of my private office bathroom and gritted my teeth.

I needed to take care of this. I had mountains of reports to sift through, and right now, all my thoughts were centered on the beautiful PR assistant that had just sauntered out of my office without getting the belting she really needed.

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Or her perky big tits bouncing up and down as she rode my dick.

Or her gorgeous bubble butt welted from my belt.

Or her beautiful face covered in my come.

I snarled with my annoyance. There would be no concentrating, not like this.

With a grimace, I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and leaned against the door, taking a deep breath and trying to get a hold of myself.

Reaching down, my hands moved almost mechanically to my belt. My fingers deftly worked to unclasp it, the familiar click of the buckle sounding unusually loud in the quiet of the room. I slid the belt through the loops of my slacks, the leather whispering against the fabric with a gentle hush.

Next, my fingers moved to the button of my pants, undoing it with a practiced ease. I paused for a moment, collecting my thoughts, before slowly lowering the zipper. The sound seemed to echo off the bathroom walls, and I locked the door behind me.

In the ensuing silence, I freed my cock.

My fingers brushed against the soft velvety flesh, stroking up and down once before I wound my fingers around its thick girth. I wasn't a small man by any means. It would hurt if I fucked her.

When I fucked her…

I closed my eyes and thought of her, imagining our meeting going very differently.

"I have to admit, Ms. Davis, I like a woman with a sharp tongue, but I have a much better use for that pretty mouth," I challenged her.

Her gaze met mine, her beautiful green eyes on fire. I let my gaze slide over her full hips, over the beautiful curves of her tight little body, over her big, beautiful tits and the round bubble of her ass as she seethed.

"I'm not another one of your sluts," she countered.

No.

She wasn't.

But she was going to be.

I knew that she had a hidden side. I could see it written all over her beautiful face. She wasn't innocent. Far from it. I'd seen her eyes drift down to my cock. She might not be a stranger to a man's dick, but she'd certainly never been fucked the way she needed to be fucked. Those pretty green eyes twinkled with curiosity and with a need to be reminded that she was the one that would be bent over and fucked when it came to her and me.

That sooner or later, I would remind her of her place.

As my gorgeous little slut.

On her knees with my come splattered all over her face.

"Stand up, Miss Davis," I demanded.

She leveled me with a glare, but she stood up anyway.

The fact that she did surprised me. Even as she obeyed me, though, her eyes shone with her defiance, as if she was waiting for me to correct her.

Needing me to correct her.

Daring me to correct her…

With two large strides, I rounded the desk and grabbed the back of her neck gently, but still a bit roughly. Without another word, I pulled her into a hard, punishing kiss.

For those few seconds, I allowed myself to get lost in the sensation, in the heat that radiated from her, in the taste of her lips that was as intoxicating as it was forbidden. In a second, I broke all my rules, losing myself to a moment of surrender, to the storm of emotions she had stirred within me.

She tried to kiss me back just as assertively, but I didn't let her. I dominated that kiss. My tongue stroked hers, and she sucked in a breath, only for me to claim her all the more firmly. My fingers gripped the hair at the back of her neck, pulling it hard enough to make her gasp.

"We shouldn't," she mused, feigning her innocence even as her gaze dropped to the firm line of my cock. My other hand rounded her waist, pulling her in against me.

I didn't care if she could feel it.

"You're going to do as I tell you, aren't you, my pretty little slut?"

Her eyes, usually so bright and confident, now flashed with a mixture of annoyance, disbelief, and unmistakable arousal. Her lips, moments ago the center of my impulsive thoughts, were now pressed into a thin line.

The rigid set of her shoulders and the slight narrowing of her eyes spoke volumes about her disapproval, but it was the dilation of her pupils and the pinkening of her cheeks that spoke of her desire.

She'd deny it, but she wanted this too.

In a quick maneuver, I cleared the contents of my desk with one arm. Papers fluttered to the ground, each sheet spinning a lazy arc before descending to the floor. The sound was a soft, continuous rustle, like leaves in a gentle breeze, disrupted occasionally by the sharper slap of a heavier document hitting the carpet.

My pen, which had been precisely placed beside my keyboard, rolled off with a brief, sharp clatter that cut through the softer rustling of papers. It bounced a few times on the plush carpet before coming to a halt a short distance away.

I pushed aside the other items on my desk—the sleek, modern desk organizer, a framed photograph, and the small, elegant clock that was a gift from my late father. I heard the clock land with a muffled thump, relieved to note the soft carpet had cushioned its fall. The picture frame made a softer impact.

I didn't care if it broke. I'd buy a new one.

As the last paper fluttered to the floor, a sudden, stark silence enveloped the room.

"What are you doing?" she asked timidly, but there it was again, an air of challenge in her voice.

"If you're going to work for me, let me get one thing straight, my pretty little slut," I began, gripping her hair tightly in my fist as I steered her towards my desk.

With ease, I forcibly bent her over the desk. It was only then that she started to fight back, as if she'd suddenly remembered herself. Her legs kicked and her ass bounced enticingly.

I wanted to bite it. Hard.

"Let me go!" she shrieked.

"No, Miss Davis. I think we're going to have a conversation with my belt first."

"Your what? You're not serious," she clipped, and I chuckled softly.

"I'm dead serious," I murmured, pressing my hand down in the center of her back and pinning her firmly in place. I watched her body wriggle beneath me, enjoying the way her struggle played out all over her body. Her fingers dug at the wooden surface of my desk. Her arms flexed when she tried to push up off it, but I easily subdued her, especially like this.

She kicked her leg out, trying to crash into my shin, and I easily sidestepped her foot.

As punishment, I slapped her ass.

The fabric of her skirt muffled the sound, but it was enough to get her attention. She started, almost like she couldn't believe what had just happened. She peered over her shoulder at me in disbelief, the line of her mouth falling open in a soft ‘o' shape, which only made my cock throb harder with desire.

I wanted to sink into her soft curves, but there would be time enough for that.

Reaching down, I grasped the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up. Her struggles renewed, which were even more delicious than I could have imagined.

"Let me go, you bastard!" she screeched.

But I didn't. I wasn't going to. Not now. Not ever.

Pulling up her skirt the rest of the way, I revealed a slinky red pair of lace panties. Her ass swallowed them up, and I sucked in a breath.

Her big, beautiful ass was utterly divine. Each globe was more than enough to fill each one of my hands and then some. My gaze traced her gentle curves, the sight of which was only made more delicious by all her wriggling. Her cheeks bounced up and down, and I couldn't help but imagine that tight ass swaying back and forth as she danced for me or as she ground herself on me while she rode my cock.

Fuck.

I pushed her skirt all the way up to her lower back. She stiffened when I traced my fingers along the waistband of her slutty little panties.

"What are you doing?" she pressed, her voice quivering adorably. The little thing was getting nervous.

I liked that.

I glided my fingertips right below the hem of the black lace, and her entire body lurched off the desk, but I pressed her back down with ease.

She would learn that I would win.

I liked control.

Control made my dick hard.

"I'm enjoying the view, Miss Davis," I said softly. My gaze roved over her pale, porcelain flesh. Her thighs trembled with delicious quivers.

"Fuck off," she tried, and I chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, and I watched with rapt attention as a shiver coursed down her spine.

"What did I tell you about that sharp tongue?"

"Don't you dare," she seethed.

"Not yet, little one. I'm going to punish you first," I explained gently, fully enjoying the way her muscles tensed with my words. "Then it's up to me which one of your pretty holes I'm going to enjoy…"

"Fuck you!"

Her defiance was making my cock ache. I loved that she wasn't a meek pushover. It made me want to sink into her all the more.

She had a long way to go before she earned my cock though.

I gripped the waistband of her panties and jerked them down. I didn't go slow. Now was not the time.

Her resulting gasp made my balls squeeze tight. She tried to reach back, but I quickly pulled her panties all the way down to her knees and just held her over the desk.

Her face reddened as she grappled with her sudden bareness. Her thighs tensed and her fingers grasped at the surface of my desk, but when she turned her head, I could see that a delicious rosy blush had spread across her cheeks. She seethed with rage, but that wasn't the only thing that had her on edge.

She was aroused. I could see it glistening between her thighs. She was so wet that it was stringing between them, and I got the sudden urge to flip her over on her back and eat that sweet little pussy until she dug her fingers into my hair and screamed my name.

There would be plenty of time for that though.

First, she needed a dose of my belt.

Without hesitation, I reached down and unbuckled my belt. The metal buckle clicked softly as I unfastened it.

As I pulled the belt through the loops of my slacks, the leather whispered against the fabric, making a subtle, sliding noise. It was a sound that I had heard countless times before, a routine part of getting dressed, yet in that moment, it felt different. This time, it had a purpose.

The belt slid free with a final, soft whoosh, and I held it in my hand for a moment, feeling the smooth leather and the cool metal of the buckle, before I folded it in half.

"You thought you could waltz in here and control this meeting, didn't you?"

"Bastard," she spat through her teeth.

"You can protest all you like, little one, but the arousal dripping down your thighs tells me everything I need to know," I observed, and she quickly pressed her thighs together, but that hid nothing from me. I could still see the sweet pink petals of her pussy peeking out from between her legs, could still see every droplet of her glistening arousal.

"I'm not…!"

"You're soaking wet, Miss Davis," I swiftly countered, and she sucked in a breath through her teeth. Gently, I traced my fingers up the curve of her left cheek, and a visible shiver passed over her bare flesh.

As much as her defiance shone through every inch of her body, there was a part of her that had stopped fighting, that had surrendered to whatever this was, and it made my cock even harder.

Her back arched a bit, almost like she was lifting her ass for me, and I watched as her tiny fists tightened and loosened right there in front of my eyes.

Every inch of her was utterly captivating. I couldn't get enough.

"Do your worst, Mr. Blackwater," she snarled.

"I plan on it, naughty girl," I replied, and she recoiled just the slightest bit before she arched her back, just like the little slut I knew her to be.

Then, without another word, I drew my arm back and whipped the belt against her bare cheeks. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as a pale white line rose on her skin. Then the welt turned rosy pink before deepening to a bright red.

Fuck. It was the most delicious thing I'd ever seen.

I lashed her with the belt a second time, just below the first, enjoying the way her flesh pinkened from the leather strap.

"You're practically dripping now, my pretty little slut," I said, my voice hoarse with my own desire.

I took a moment to glide my fingertips over the rising welt, sucking in a breath through my teeth at the feel of the raised flesh. It was just as delicious as I thought it would be, and I drew back just far enough to stripe the belt across her lower cheeks.

Her ass bounced so deliciously that I nearly came in my pants like a teenage boy who had just discovered porn for the first time in his life.

Knock. Knock.

What the fuck?

Knock. Knock.

There it was again, more frantic this time. I squeezed my dick in my hand and groaned, reality coming back into focus. There was someone at my office door, knocking like there was some emergency and they didn't appear to be getting the hint.

Fuck my life.

I looked down at my stiff cock. It was angry and red and really fucking hard. This was going to be a problem.

The knocking didn't stop. Instead, it kept up, persistent and grating and entirely too distracting.

I tried to stroke myself a bit faster, but the knocking continued, and I snarled in a huff before I tucked my cock back into my boxer briefs, pulled up my zipper, and buttoned my turgid length back into the prison of my slacks.

As I tried to get a hold of myself, I stormed out of my office bathroom and strode right towards the door. I flipped the lock and gripped the doorknob, swinging the door open in a fury.

"Who the fu…?"

Morgan Davis had come back.

And my dick throbbed harder.