Chapter 7

Morgan

"Bend me over your desk, sir," I breathed, and for a long moment, silence reigned between us. Then, he pulled all the way out of my mouth and a string of spittle stretched between my mouth and the tip of his cock. With a gentle sort of roughness, he reached down and lifted me straight off the floor and twisted me around.

He bent me over the desk.

As I struggled to catch my breath, he grabbed the hem of my skirt and wrenched it up to the middle of my back. I heard the sound of tearing fabric, and I cried out, knowing that Zara was going to be pissed that I'd ripped her skirt, but maybe not when I told her what happened and how Mr. Fifty-Fucking-Shades had ripped it to pieces to bare me for a fucking after using my throat to his heart's desire.

Just when I thought he'd finished, the fabric tore some more, and then he exposed my back. I pushed off the desk, but I only made it an inch or two off the surface before he roughly pushed me back down and pinned me in place with his hand on my lower back.

"Fuck, this is such a beautiful ass," he said darkly, and then he grabbed my upper arm and yanked me back up before he tore the rest of my skirt right off and tossed it aside, leaving my lower half entirely bare.

My shame billowed up from the tips of my toes and I reached down with my hands, hoping to cover my pussy, but he slapped them aside.

"Don't ever hide that gorgeous little cunt from me," he snarled, and my inner walls spasmed with need.

He let go of my arm, and while I was still off balance, he grabbed the collar of my blouse and ripped it right down the front, desperate to expose every last bit of me. With my chest heaving, the buttons popped off and flew all over the place.

With ease, he twisted me so that he'd pinned both of arms behind my back with only one of his. I squeaked in surprise when the soft velvety skin of his hard cock brushed against my hands. He was still so hard.

For you, you filthy little slut.

He reached around with his one free arm and slid his finger beneath the cups of my bra. I struggled, but that only served to rub my hands against his cock even more. I tried to pull my arms away, but he held them firmly in place with the kind of ease that was humbling and shameful all at the same time.

He pulled my breasts free from the cups of my bra one by one. I felt like they were on salacious display, held up by my bra cups. I didn't know why he hadn't taken it off, or even ripped it off.

I hated to think about how I was going to look when I tried to walk out of here.

I didn't even know how that was going to be possible at this point.

All of a sudden, he squeezed my left breast before he grasped my nipple and twisted it hard. I cried out as a torrent of agony radiated across my breast, trying to take it while struggling at the same time. My back arched and I tried to wrench myself away, which only succeeded in him pulling on my erect bud even harder. When he finally released it, a secondary wave of pain followed, and I yelped out loud at the intensity of it.

Then the flats of his fingers settled directly over the tip. Without warning, he spanked my tit, and I whimpered, delicious, aroused panic setting in before I could stop it. He spanked my nipple three times in quick succession, and my eyes watered, only for him to turn to the other side and pinch it just as hard, if not harder.

I shrieked, but that didn't stop him.

With my luck, his office was probably soundproof. No one was going to come and save me. This was his building, his company. Not only was he everyone else's boss, but he was mine too.

He spanked my tits with several quick strikes, moving between one and then the other now and painting both of them bright pink. I struggled to take it, but he wasn't giving me a choice.

What was worse was the sheer amount of arousal dripping down my leg. I was so turned on that I could hardly stand it. Blazing heat spiraled through my veins, and before I knew what was happening, I was arching my back and seeking out every firm smack of his fingers.

Every stinging spank sent a jolt of need straight to my clit.

"I fucking love how your tits look like this," he murmured, and my legs instantly felt weak.

"Please, sir," I begged.

"I want these tits bright red and sore before I bend you over my desk and give you what you truly need, my little whore," he continued, and I gasped.

His words were filthy, but they were so undeniably hot.

I should hate them, but I couldn't.

Not when he said them like that…

He renewed the spanking, and with every slap, my breasts turned pinker, my nipples harder, until I glanced down to see that my pale white skin was a deep rosy red. Stinging pain radiated across my breasts, and I drew in a shaky breath.

As the ache simmered across my flesh, rampant desire coursed through my veins. I shivered with heat.

Every inch of my skin seemed to blaze with a fire that had been ignited by his touch, his voice, his sheer proximity. Each breath I drew scorched my lungs.

The desire building within me was becoming more intense, more demanding. It was a sensation I had never experienced with such ferocity ever in my life. My thoughts were consumed by him—the depth in his eyes, the strength in his hands, the commanding presence he exuded. It was overwhelming, this longing that seemed to grow with each passing second.

I tried to focus, to regain some semblance of control over the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. But it was futile. The more I tried to suppress the desire, the stronger it became.

And then I stopped trying.

I just gave in.

"Spread your legs, my little slut," he demanded, and my body moved without thought. With my chest heaving and my breasts still sore, I didn't know what came next, but I wanted to find out. His sheer dominance was overwhelming, demanding my every surrender, and I couldn't help but give it.

I wanted this, and I wanted it badly.

"What are you?" he coaxed, and my tongue drew forward, licking my lips. I shivered, my need causing a quiver to race down my spine. I cleared my throat and lifted my chin, my clit thrumming with desire.

"Your little slut," I whispered, the words feeling filthy as each syllable fell off my tongue.

"That's right," he growled. His arm tightened around mine, and his free arm trailed down the length of my exposed belly all the way to the top of my slit. I shivered, but then his fingers slid in between my folds and instantly settled on top of my clit.

"Now, you're going to come for me like one, with your well-spanked tits on display and this wet little cunt clenching around my fingers," he dictated, and a piercing jolt of desire raced right to my clit.

I wondered if he could feel it throbbing beneath his fingers.

Immediately, my face reddened at the thought. Raw shame billowed up from my core, yet at the same time, my pussy clenched hard.

His fingertips rolled over my clit, and I trembled, arching my back and rolling my hips, almost grinding myself against him.

I was used to being in control and he'd taken it. He'd taken every bit of it, and I was soaring because of it.

With that, he rubbed a little harder and then one of his fingers slid right into my entrance as I sailed over the brink far faster than I could have ever imagined.

I didn't even realize I was on the edge until I was flying right over it. My entire body went rigid as delicious waves of pleasure washed over me. His cock throbbed, rigid against my hand as he held me tight, forcing me to take my pleasure whether I liked it or not.

And I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

Before I could stop myself, a moan escaped my lips. Then it quickly turned into a scream as he forced my climax even higher. With my head up in the clouds, a wave of pleasure dragged me out just like the tide, and then the whole world turned stark white.

Sheer blinding bliss pumped through me. My inner walls clutched at his fingers as he slid a second one inside me, all while he kept his thumb rubbing over my clit.

My head spiraled into nothing but pleasure as I experienced what was without a doubt the most intense orgasm of my entire life.

When it was finally over, I slumped forward, my legs weak. Gently, he directed me to bend over the desk, and I slumped forward in relief. Carefully, he released my arms, and I drew them forward, pressing the flats of my palms against his desk.

"Fuck, Morgan. You're a fucking vision. Do you know how beautiful you are? Every inch of you is so perfect. Goddamn," he whispered, and my heart swelled in my chest before I could think to stop it.

His cock nudged at my entrance, just brushing against my pussy, and making me jump at the blazing heat of it. Just that simple touch seared my flesh and several things occurred to me at once.

One, I was about to get fucked.

Two, his cock was going to hurt.

And three, I was about to get fucked by my boss.

My entire body turned molten. Unbidden, my hips rose, almost like I was seeking him out, and then he pressed forward, just a tiny bit, and I gasped out loud.

Holy fuck. He was big.

I didn't know if I could take it, but I wanted to.

"Is this what you need, my pretty little slut? Do you need my cock?" he purred, and my desire simmered to life once again.

I'd never come more than once at a time before, but I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be a problem with him.

In all likelihood, he was going to make me come as many times as he wanted, and there was nothing for me to do other than take it.

"Yes, sir," I wailed.

"Then beg me for it," he commanded, and my shame spiraled. I wanted him to just take me, to thrust hard and give me the fucking I needed. I bit my lip.

I didn't say anything. At least, not at first.

As punishment, he slapped my ass hard. I flinched, the sting more than a little unexpected and strong enough to take my breath away. Then he slapped the other side, just as hard.

"You need a man to smack this big, beautiful ass of yours, don't you? To make you face exactly what you need when you need it?" he said bluntly, and my face reddened even further.

I keened as he slapped my ass several more times, the punishing feel of his hand almost more than I could bear.

"Please," I finally caved. Biting the inside of my cheek, I waited, hoping it was enough and instinctively knowing that it wasn't.

"You're going to have to be much more specific than that if you want my cock to fuck this pretty cunt," he replied, and I wallowed in my shame.

He was making me admit I wanted it, which made it far worse than him just taking it.

"Please fuck me," I tried.

"Not nearly slutty enough, my pretty little whore," he replied, and I whined openly now. My pussy clenched around the tiny bit of his cock he'd already given me, and he chuckled knowingly.

"Please give me your cock," I tried again, and his hand slapped my ass again, so that it probably left a red handprint behind. I cried out, unable to keep quiet.

I knew it wasn't enough.

I was going to have to be much more explicit if I wanted a fucking.

I closed my eyes and tried to will the courage from someplace deep down. I opened my lips, but no words came out. He spanked me several more times, his cock just poised at my entrance, and it was almost more than I could bear.

"Please fuck me with your big cock, sir," I wailed, and his dark laugh made my pussy clench tight.

"Where should I fuck you? In this pretty cunt? In your big, beautiful ass?"

My face heated with a fiery flush. I couldn't stop myself from covering my face in embarrassment.

"Please fuck my cunt with your big cock, sir," I begged, the pleading in my voice desperate now.

"That's it, my little whore. You need my cock in your tight, wet cunt, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," I wailed, too caught up in my own need and desperation to do anything but tremble as I lay there on the desk, waiting for him to thrust deep inside of me.

"That's a good girl," he praised, and then without warning, he plunged deep inside me.

His cock speared into my pussy, stretching me open wide in a way that I'd never experienced before. With a cry, I squeezed my eyes shut, telling myself that this wasn't the taking of my virginity, even though it felt just like it.

I'd had sex before, but never with a cock like this.

Just breathe. You can take it. This is what you wanted after all, wasn't it, you filthy little whore?

My inner walls clutched at his length, trying to push him out at the same time that I tried to pull him in. It was like my body was confused by the delicious volley of pain and the building pleasure that soon followed.

His cock plunged all the way inside me, all the way to the hilt, and I couldn't quiet the scream that slipped from my lips.

"This is going to hurt, my dirty little slut, but that's what you need, isn't it?"

His degrading words did something to my insides, something I didn't want to admit to, maybe couldn't yet, but I wanted them. I wanted more.

With my ass still burning from his hand, he pulled out and sunk right back into me, his passage made at least a little easier by the copious amount of wetness between my thighs.

He drove into me several times, slowly increasing the ruthlessness of each brutal thrust until my hips banged against the desk. I cried out and his hands quickly wrapped around my waist, yanking me backwards so that my hip bones no longer pressed against the corner of his desk.

It was sweet, in a way.

He didn't want to truly hurt me. Just fuck me.

Then his hands tightened around my hips, firmly enough that I knew they were going to leave a mark.

"Sir," I breathed as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of my pussy.

"What is it, my little slut?"

"Please fuck my needy little cunt," I blurted out, not thinking about the words before they left my mouth. I cringed as I waited, my red cheeks burning up so hot that I thought they might catch flame.

"You need a hard fucking, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," I wailed.

"Don't worry, my little slut. You're going to get it," he growled, and then he slammed into me, his cock plunging deep into my pussy with a painful pinch. My body could not get used to his enormous size, but that didn't matter.

I was going to take it anyway.

In a matter of moments, I learned that I'd never truly experienced a fucking before.

This was a fucking.

He plowed into me with brutal force, and I knew that my pussy would be red and sore long before this was over. I cried out, taken aback by the pain and pleasure twisting at my insides, but there was little to do other than lie there and take every last inch of his monster-sized cock.

"Oh god," I breathed.

"Such a fucking tight little cunt," he answered, and my body started to tremble. Raw desire billowed up from the tips of my toes, up the length of my legs, and settled in my core. My ab muscles squeezed tight, and I sucked in a breath.

Just when I thought his thrusts couldn't get any harder, they did.

Then he started fucking me faster and so brutally hard that the desk moved, and still he kept going. He didn't care that I was screaming.

Maybe that was the point.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I breathed, hardly aware that I was speaking.

My desire wound up so tight in my core, and with a yelp, I shattered. Exquisite ecstasy poured through my every vein, surged up and down every nerve, and crackled all around me with wild abandon. I came harder than the first time, the feel of it more visceral and raw, and I came entirely undone.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and my screams echoed off the walls, but that didn't slow him down.

If anything, my fucking got even more feral.

He mounted me like a wild beast, forcing every last inch of his cock inside me over and over until I was shaking on the desk.

That second orgasm rolled through me.

A third soon followed.

Pain and pleasure mixed into one endless sensation that soared through me. The desire was overwhelming, a tidal wave of energy that threatened to sweep away my feet. If I hadn't been bent over the desk, I would have fallen.

The mix of agony and desire left me feeling both exhilarated and exhausted. Part of me wanted to dismiss it all as a momentary lapse, a result of stress and poor decisions. Yet another part of me knew it was more than that, a deep-seated desire that wouldn't be easily quelled.

I screamed and came so hard that a part of me knew I would never be the same again.

With savage thrusts, he drove into me, over and over through each wave of bliss. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling and quivering and coming, until at long last, he thrust all the way into me to the hilt.

With a feral roar, he came inside me, the streams of his come coating my insides. One spurt after the next marked me, blazing hot and brutally possessive, and I couldn't help but come one last time along with him.

As I came down from that final orgasm, my ragged breathing echoed all around me, and my heart practically hammered right out of my chest. There was no room for rational thought. I simply tried to piece myself back together again after being so brutally ripped apart.

Every part of my body thrummed with residual pleasure, one aftershock after the next leaving me absolutely breathless.

He pulled out and his seed dripped free from my pussy, rolling down my thighs. I was too exhausted to do anything but lie there over the desk.

Eventually, he gathered me in his arms. As he held me, the scent of his cologne enveloped me, a subtle yet distinct fragrance that was uniquely him. It was a complex blend of notes—a hint of something woody, maybe sandalwood, mixed with a touch of citrus freshness and an underlying, warm spiciness that was difficult to place. The scent was both comforting and intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough.

I leaned closer, resting my head against his chest, and as I did, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat became audible. It was a soothing sound, a constant in the midst of chaos, and I lost myself in it.

I tried not to think about the fact that I'd just fucked my boss.