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Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Carter

Three Months Later

“ S on of a bitch,” a male voice snarls from outside my door. I lift my head from my computer, attention peaked by who would dare raise their voice in my office.

“I’m so sorry,” Isla’s soft voice apologizes with her gentle way, and I can see the edge of her red hair from my desk.

“God, you’re such a fucking clumsy bitch.” My eyes nearly jump out of my head at his fucking audacity.

I’m on my feet with the door open before he can get another fucking breath out. “You’re fired.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sullivan.” She walks to her desk like I was talking to her little redheaded nightmare ass, but I need to put a stop to that.

“Stop, Ms. Bryne.” I turn to Jackson Moore. “Moore, you are the one who is canned.”

“What? She’s the cunt that bumped into me.”

“What the fuck did you just call her?” I’m on him in a heartbeat with my hand on his collar, slamming him on the desk.

“Amos, get security to escort this piece of crap out of my office before I forget that I used to kill people.” My personal assistant calls security while Moore nearly wets himself. As a retired Navy Seal, I had my fair share of kills and wiping this asshole off the face of the Earth for insulting my future wife wouldn’t even faze me, but we had an audience and I’m a wealthy civilian now.

I release Moore and he stumbles to his feet. “So, this is what you made a stink about?” He dropped fucking papers on the floor that he’s about to try and pick up, but this was my company and he’s no longer an employee, so I snatch them up first. He pales and I remind myself to look at them when I’m alone. Although I have other matters that concern me. The ding of the elevator brings the arrival of security.

“Please escort Mr. Moore to his desk to clear out his things before helping him out of my building. He has been fired.” I turn away from them and look at my heart and soul, the three months of pure torture, and bark, “Ms. Bryne, my office now.”

She nervously steps around her desk and I fight back the groan of seeing her in that tight green dress that hugs every curve of her slender hourglass figure that makes my dick hard. I want to peel that painted on material and lick every inch until she screams my name and I bury my stiff, aching cock deep inside her.

I wait until she crosses the threshold before I follow her inside and then lock the door. At this moment I’m not glad my office walls are made of glass, but that’s okay because they do have a nice feature when I want privacy.

“Take a seat, Ms. Bryne.” She does quickly, bumping her ass on the arm of the chair. I was actually jealous of the piece of furniture.

“Mr. Sullivan.” I raise my palm, stopping the words falling from her perfectly plump lips.

“Ms. Bryne, we’ve been through this time and time again. You came highly recommended. An expert to be added to my team, or so I was told, but I feel someone was lying.”

“But…” I press my hand to her lips.

“I wasn’t done speaking. You have a bad habit of that little girl. I’m not sure if that’s your age or if you just can’t help yourself. I’ve given you chance after chance to get it together. It makes me wonder what he saw in you as an employee, or did he set me up? What did you do for him that he found so damn exceptional, little girl?”

“I worked hard for him.” My teeth clenched because she was lying to me and I didn’t care for that shit. It wasn’t acceptable.

I lean down over her with my hands on the arms of the chair, bracketing her in. “Do tell me, Isla. What were you doing so hard for him that he wanted?”

“Not what you’re thinking, Mr. Sullivan.” She has no idea what my depraved mind has in the works, but I’ll play along.

“What am I thinking, Isla?” I brush my hand down her cheek.

“Um…”

“Tell me, Ms. Bryne. Tell me what I’m thinking.”

“That I should be punished for my mistakes.” My mouth lifts into a crooked smile. Well, well, well. My sweet little assistant isn’t too far off. From the slight blush on her face, I read the interest.

Leaning over with my elbows on the desk, my head resting on my steepled hands, I stare at her and ask, “Do you deserve to be punished, little girl?”

She doesn’t answer me with words, but her pretty green eyes that have filled my filthy dreams tell me all I need to know. I straighten up and walk around my desk, pressing the button to frost over the glass and give us privacy.

“Ms. Bryne, come here now.” She bites down on her bottom lip with her pretty white teeth, nervously anxiously nibbling on the corner. “Now. Don’t take too long or I’ll make it so much worse.”

“Yes, Mr. Sullivan.” My dick jerks in my three-thousand-dollar pants, knowing these fuckers are about to be ruined. She walks around as I take a seat in my leather chair with my legs spread wide.

“Bend over, hands on the edge of the desk.”

She gasps the lightest, almost inaudible sound that stiffens my large cock as if she’s innocent and offended, but like a good girl, she does as I say. I moved my laptop to the side and out of the way, grateful for the L-shape desk. “Like this.”

“Yes, good girl.” She gasps and her thighs clench together so fast that they make a beautiful clapping sound.

I lean over her and whisper, “Don’t close your thighs, Isla.” I wish I could see her pretty face at the moment, because I’m sure it just turned bright pink at being caught. “Never deny me.” My hand slides over the large mound of her ass, caressing it over the green material, but I want it bare. I pull up the cheap fabric, reminding myself to buy her the nicest of clothes when we’re married. Her pretty pink panties catch my eye and I groan. My hand slides over them and she tenses before I get between her legs. I pull my hand back and ask, “Are we going to have a problem?”

“No, Mr. Sullivan.”

“Good girl.” My hand comes down on her ass, sending a resounding whack through the room and I’m pleased that my building manager talked me into having the room soundproofed for business meetings.

Her yelp causes my cock to beat against my zipper painfully. I’m loving every sound forced from her body. My hand comes down on the other cheek, causing it to jiggle. I go for a third, but she jerks away, so I let out a growl and cuff my hand around her throat.

“You really want to be punished, Ms. Bryne.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sullivan.” She doesn’t sound sorry in the least.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because you’re hurting my business and my damn head.” I grind my cock against her ass. A moan vibrates under my fingers that are cuffed around her throat. “Little girl, what am I going to do with you?” My other hand cups her pussy from behind and I feel how drenched she is. Her panties are so damn soaked that I bet I could make her come with just my fingers. “Fuck, does this hurt too, Isla?”

“It aches,” she answers with a breathy moan. Her hands flattening on the desk and then flexing her fingers before relaxing them again, almost clawing at the wooden surface.

“Be careful. Don’t need the cleaning crew wondering why there are claw marks on the desk.” I swat her pussy, sending her body bucking forward. I push the wet cotton to the side and run my fingers along her bare pussy lips. I cup her entire mound, holding it firmly in my hand while I growl against her throat, “Who the fuck is this shaved for?”

“I just like it that way,” she answers in a shaky voice.

“You’re lying, Isla,” I lean down and gently bite her ear. “Tell me who the hell you bared your pussy for.” I slapped her mound.

“You,” she cried out, moaning and rolling her head back to land on my shoulder.

“Do you touch yourself when you’re alone?” She nods. “Are you thinking of me when you’re playing with your little slit? Don’t lie to me,” I ordered her, rubbing her slick entrance.

“Yes,” she hums, practically vibrating from my touch. It won’t be too much longer until she comes on my fingers, but it’s not enough. I need more, so much more. I want to see her submit to me and prove that she belongs to me. Her loyalty is to me and not to Granger.

“Good. Do it right now.” I release my hold on her and then spin her around before taking a seat in my chair. My wet fingers come to my lips, sucking off her sweetness.

“What?” she asks, looking horrified.

“Punishment, or as I see it, was a reward. Sit on my desk, feet on my chair and pleasure yourself.” Her pale cheeks are so flush they’re nearly bright red. The lovely red hair that frames her face will look so perfect against my pillows tonight. Hell, the second we get home from the office.

“I’m growing impatient, Isla,” I growl, pinning her with a glare.

She moves to sit on my desk. “Panties off. I want to see that sweet pussy gushing for me.” As she gets on top, I take control and slide my hands over her slender legs and grip the edge of the wet panties and drag them off. “Fuck,” I groan, biting down on my lip as I eye her slit.

“Is something wrong?” There’s a hint of panic on her pretty face, but I can’t have that. I want her as relaxed and ready as can be for all I have planned for her.

Shaking my head, I smile. “Nothing, Ms. Bryne. Part those thighs and start stroking that pussy.” I drop to my chair and sit with my legs spread wide open as I wait to enjoy the show.

“Yes, Sir.”

Her shoes press on the arms of my chair and my heart races.

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