Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

A my

I smoothed my dress one last time, squared my shoulders, and walked toward Aleksei’s office with my chin held high.

I could do this. I would do this.

I pushed the door open without knocking, striding in like I owned the place. Aleksei looked up from behind his sleek mahogany desk, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that familiar, unreadable intensity. He was leaning back in his chair, one hand resting casually on his desk, the other holding a glass of bourbon that glimmered amber in the low light. For a moment, he just watched me, his expression cool as a cucumber, almost like he’d been expecting this.

“Well,” I said, closing the door behind me with a deliberate click. “I thought I’d find you hiding away in here.” I let my voice take on a teasing edge, hoping to throw him off balance.

He didn’t flinch. If anything, his smile deepened, the barest hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. The triumphant look in his eyes made me falter for the briefest of seconds, but I held my ground and lifted my chin a bit higher, raising an eyebrow for good measure.

“Hiding?” he asked, his voice smooth as silk. “Hardly. I’ve just been waiting for you to figure out what you really need.”

I ignored the rush of heat that swept through me at his words, determined not to let him see me falter. I moved further into the room, letting my hips sway as I walked, my heels clicking against the polished floor. I perched myself on the edge of his desk, crossing my legs slowly, making sure he noticed. His eyes roved up and down my legs for the briefest of seconds before they snapped back up to meet mine.

“And what if I know what I want?” I challenged, leaning forward just enough to give him a glimpse of my cleavage.

His eyes flicked down for a moment, but when they met mine again, they were as steady as ever.

“And what exactly is it that you want, Amy?” he asked, his tone annoyingly composed. He took a slow sip of his bourbon, not taking the bait.

Fuck.

I could feel my confidence wavering, my carefully rehearsed plan starting to slip through my fingers. I had expected him to rise to the challenge, to meet me with that same intensity that had left me breathless all week. But he just watched me with that infuriating, cool demeanor, and it was driving me crazy.

His gaze bored into mine, and I squirmed a little, feeling smaller and smaller by the second.

How could he do this to me with nothing more than a look?

“I think you know,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, to regain the upper hand.

He set his glass down, the soft clink of crystal against wood seeming to echo in the quiet room. He stood up slowly, unfolding his tall frame with that predatory grace that sent a shiver down my spine, even though I tried to suppress it.

“I think you know what you want, but not necessarily what you need,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, velvety tone that made my heart skip a beat.

I felt my cheeks heat, the blush creeping up my neck as he came closer, his eyes locked on mine. I wanted to keep pushing, to hold my ground, but he was too close, too calm, too… sure. He leaned in, his scent—dark and intoxicating—filling my senses and making it hard to think.

“What do you really need?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat. I was losing control, and he knew it. The game I’d thought I was playing was quickly unraveling with every step he took toward me.

“Aleksei,” I started, trying to regain my footing, but my voice came out softer, more uncertain than I intended.

He was so close now, his breath brushing my ear, his hand coming to rest lightly on my waist.

“What do you need, baby girl?” he whispered, the words sending a rush of heat straight through me. “Tell me. Stop pretending, and just tell Daddy what you need.”

I bit my lip, trying to fight back the flood of emotions that his words stirred up. I’d come in here thinking I could best him, thinking I could turn the tables and make him break. But now, with his fingers brushing my skin, his voice coaxing the truth out of me, I realized I was in way over my head.

“Tell me,” he said again, his voice firmer this time, his grip tightening just enough to send a jolt through me. “What do you need from Daddy?”

I hesitated, my breath hitching. I wanted to tell him, but saying it out loud felt like admitting defeat. And yet, the way he was looking at me, the way his body was closing in on mine, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I… I need you,” I finally whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

His smile was slow, triumphant.

“There’s my good girl,” he murmured, and just like that, I knew that what came next probably wasn’t going to go the way I wanted it to go.

My asshole clenched, and I let out a tiny whimper before I clamped my lips shut and turned my head, but not before I saw his lips turn up in the tiniest smirk.

He’d heard me.

His fingers tightened on my waist, pulling me closer until there was barely an inch between us, the heat of his body pressing against mine.

“So, you need Daddy, do you?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel sliding over silk. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that, baby girl.”

I tried to keep my composure, but the way he looked at me, the heat in his eyes, the way his thumb was now tracing slow circles just above the waistband of my skirt—it was driving me mad. I’d come in here thinking I could control this, that I could play his game and win. But he was peeling away every layer, every defense I had, leaving me raw and exposed.

My cheeks flamed, and I tried to turn my face away, but his hand was already on my chin, tilting my head back to face him. His eyes were so dark, so full of that relentless hunger, that I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

“You walked into my office like you owned the place,” he began, his voice a low, teasing purr that sent shivers down my spine. “Strutting around in that tight little skirt, thinking you could tempt me.” His thumb traced the line of my jaw, his touch soft but commanding. “But here you are, blushing like a schoolgirl, practically panting for me to touch you. So, tell me again—what exactly were you planning to achieve by coming in here?”

My breath hitched, and I opened my mouth to retort, but nothing came out. His words had cut right through me, leaving me breathless, and the way he was looking at me, with that dark, knowing grin, made it impossible to think straight.

“I-I…” I stammered, but he silenced me with a soft laugh.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his lips brushing my ear as his hand slipped lower, resting on the curve of my ass. “You came in here thinking you could seduce me, but now look at you—trembling, needy, desperate for me to take control.”

I could feel my resolve crumbling, my knees weakening as his words sent a wave of arousal tumbling through me that was impossible to ignore. He was right—I was trembling. Every nerve in my body was on fire. Every touch of his fingers against my skin was sending sparks of desire coursing through me and I couldn’t make them stop.

“You’re so desperate to be in charge,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over my neck, making me arch against him. “But we both know the truth, don’t we? You want me to take control. You need me to bend you over my desk right now and fuck that tight little ass.”

I gasped, the words hitting me like a slap. I tried to push him away, tried to hold on to the last shreds of my pride, but he held me firm, his grip unyielding.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice harder now, more forceful. “Admit it, baby girl. Admit that you need Daddy’s cock inside you.”

Tears of frustration pricked at the corners of my eyes, my body betraying me, responding to him in ways I couldn’t control.

“Fine,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath. “You win.”

The grin that spread across his face was wickedly triumphant.

“Good girl,” he purred, his voice dropping to that dark, delicious whisper that had my thighs clenching together.

My pulse thrummed under his touch, and I could feel my breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts. I hated how easily he had gotten under my skin, but I couldn’t stop it. The way he looked at me left me feeling exposed and helpless.

He took a step back, his eyes never leaving mine, and his hand slid down to rest on my hip, guiding me toward the large mahogany desk behind him. My heart pounded as I realized what he wanted, the heat rising in my cheeks even more as my mind raced with a mix of anticipation and nerves.

“Bend over the desk, baby girl,” Aleksei said softly, but there was no mistaking the command in his voice.

My throat went dry, and I could barely breathe, the air thick with tension. Slowly, with my cheeks burning hot, I turned to face the desk, my hands trembling as I braced them on the cool, polished surface.

For a moment, I hesitated, the weight of what I was about to do crashing over me. But then his hand was on my lower back, firm and steady, pushing me just enough to guide me. And I let him, the thrill of surrendering, of choosing to obey, making my breath hitch and my heart pound in my chest.

I bent forward, feeling the smooth wood of the desk press against my thighs, my hair falling forward to curtain my flushed face. I knew he could see how nervous I was, how my body trembled, but I also knew he wouldn’t stop. Not now.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble of approval that sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.

His hands slid down my back, slow and deliberate, and I squeezed my eyes shut, biting back a gasp.

This was it. There was no going back now.

His fingers brushed over the curve of my back, tracing a line down to my hips. He pressed down lightly, urging me to lower myself further over the desk, and I obeyed, the blush on my cheeks deepening. The way I was spread out before him, so vulnerable, made my heart race. I wanted to fight it, to hold on to whatever was left of my pride, but I could feel it melting away under his touch.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice smooth and dangerously soft, like he was savoring every second of my surrender. “All that fire, all that defiance… and now you’re here, bending over my desk because you need Daddy to take control…”

I squeezed my eyes shut, biting down on my lip to keep myself from answering. I didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to give him that satisfaction, but my body was betraying me. The way I was pressing myself against the desk, the way I gasped every time his fingers ghosted over my skin—it was all too much.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, his tone firmer now, and I obeyed, blinking away the haze of need clouding my vision. He was standing behind me, close enough that I could feel his heat, but still just out of reach. Teasing. Torturing.

I turned my head slightly to glance back at him, but before I could say anything, his hand slipped down to the hem of my skirt, slowly pushing it up over my hips. The cool air hit my bare thighs, and I shivered, a gasp slipping past my lips before I could stop it.

“That’s better,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone as he exposed me further, his eyes raking over me like he was admiring a piece of art. “You’ve been fighting me so hard, Amy. But the truth is… you’ve wanted this from the start. You’ve wanted Daddy to take control, haven’t you?”

I shook my head, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my surrender, but he only chuckled, a dark, knowing sound that sent a rush of heat flooding through me.

“Still so stubborn,” he whispered, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, making me arch involuntarily. “But we’ll get there. I’ll make you admit it. I’ll make you beg for it.”

His fingers slid higher, barely grazing where I was aching for his touch, just over the fabric of my panties, and I let out a soft whimper, hating how easily he was breaking me down. But at the same time, there was something liberating in it, something that made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t in years.

“I can feel how wet you are, how badly you want me to take you. But I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you need, baby girl,” he continued, his voice low and coaxing.

Slowly, he pulled my panties down, baring me inch by inch. I could feel the lacy waistband drag down my cheeks, could feel the cool air caress my naked pussy, and then he jerked them down so that they fell to my feet. Gently, he guided one foot out of them and then the other before he laid them beside me on the desk.

My eyes flicked at once to the wet spot on the seat of my panties. I couldn’t even deny how aroused I was now with the evidence laid bare right in front of me.

I pressed my forehead against the desk, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My pride was fighting a losing battle against the throbbing need that had taken over my body.

“I… I can’t,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

“Oh, but you can,” Aleksei murmured, his hand slipping between my thighs, teasing me with feather-light touches that left me trembling. “And you will. Because until you do, I’m not going to give you what you’re begging for with every part of your body.”

I clenched my fists against the desk, my breaths coming out in short, desperate bursts as he glanced over my clit. He was right.

And the worst part was… I wanted to give in. I needed to.

“Please,” I finally gasped, my voice a broken whisper. “Please, Aleksei… I need you.”

He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “There’s my good girl,” he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. “Now let’s see just how much more you’re willing to give me.”

And with that, his fingers pressed into my pussy, slow and deliberate, and I cried out, my body arching against his touch.

Every thought, every ounce of pride, melted away, leaving only the raw, desperate need for him. I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling.

God, I couldn’t believe I was doing this, that I was letting him reduce me to this… but I couldn’t stop. The way he touched me, the way he commanded me—it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. And deep down, some part of me wanted to surrender to him.

“I need you to… to fuck me,” I finally gasped, my voice breaking, my cheeks burning hot with the shame of admitting it. “Please, Daddy… I need it.”

A low, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, and I could feel the heat of his satisfaction like a physical touch. “Now, was that so hard?” he teased, his fingers pressing into me more firmly, drawing another breathless moan from my lips. “You’re learning, baby girl. Maybe next time, you won’t fight me so hard.”

Without warning, he withdrew his fingers from my pussy, leaving me gasping, bereft, aching, on the edge of release but not quite there, and then he smacked my ass, hard . I let out a frustrated cry, my body straining toward him, but he simply spanked me several more times, making me cry out from the brutal sting.

“You think you can come into my office, play your little games, come for me, and leave without suffering any consequences?” he said, his tone dangerously soft. “I told you, little girl… I always win.”

I could barely breathe, my legs trembling as I tried to steady myself, my mind a haze of need and frustration. He had me right where he wanted me, and we both knew it.

“Now,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine, “if you want more… if you want me to finish what I started, you’re going to have to ask for it properly. Ask Daddy for what you truly need.”

I swallowed hard, my pride warring with the desperate ache between my thighs. I looked over my shoulder and met his eyes. But the way he was looking at me, the heat in his eyes, the way my body was screaming for him—I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Please, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of my surrender. “Please… I need you to finish it. I need you to fuck me.”

He said nothing, waiting. I knew he wanted me to be more specific, and taking a deep breath, I continued.

“I need you to… to fuck my ass,” I finally gasped, my voice breaking, my cheeks burning hot with the shame of admitting it. “Please, Daddy… I need it.”

Before I could even process what was happening, he grabbed my wrist, twisting my arm up behind my back and holding it there in a vise grip. He kicked my feet apart and pushed my torso further down against the desk.

One thing was abundantly clear.

I was no longer in charge.

“Now, this sweet little ass needs to be bright red before I fuck it,” he murmured and I looked over my shoulder, my eyes wide.

My heart skipped a beat when his hands moved to his belt.

The soft, metallic click of the buckle sent a thrill straight through me, my whole body tightening with anticipation. I should have felt nervous, should have been second-guessing myself, but instead, all I could feel was a hot, pulsing need that had been building ever since I walked into his office. I was lost in the heat of the moment, desperate to see where this would lead.

Desperate for the orgasms that would ultimately come after all this was over.

“Eyes on me,” he said, his voice low and commanding as he slowly pulled the belt free from his slacks. I turned my head to watch the leather slide through the loops with a soft, dangerous hiss, and I couldn’t stop the way my thighs clenched together, trying to contain the aching heat between them.

The sight of him holding that belt, the dark leather dangling from his fingers, made my pulse race even faster. I was breathless, my hands gripping the edge of the desk, and I knew he could see just how much I wanted this. How much I needed it.

He stepped closer, the belt hanging loosely in his hand as he reached out to gently tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“You’re going to take this for me like a good girl, aren’t you?” he murmured, running the cool length of the belt across the backs of my thighs, teasing me, making me tremble and gasp with anticipation.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaking with a mix of nerves and excitement. I could barely think past the haze of desire clouding my mind. I was completely at his mercy now, and the worst part of all was that I wanted to be.

The first strike was firm but controlled, the leather snapping against my skin with a biting sting that made me gasp. It stung far more than his hand already, like a line of fire arcing across my ass, hot and brutal and immediate, but beneath it was a wave of something else—something that sent a rush of arousal flooding through me. I couldn’t stop the soft moan that slipped from my lips, my body arching into the sensation.

“That’s my good girl,” Aleksei said, his voice low and approving.

Another strike, harder this time, landed across the curve of my ass, the shrill crack of the belt echoing through the room. My hands clenched against the desk, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the burn spread through me, mingling with the heat already pooling between my thighs. I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped me, my body trembling with each strike.

He was relentless but measured, each stroke of the belt carefully placed, each one sending another shockwave of sensation rippling through me. I was drowning in it, in the delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had me teetering on the edge of an orgasm just out of reach.

The next strike came down with more force, making my breath hitch and my thighs press together in a desperate attempt to relieve the throbbing ache between them. I was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation, and I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began.

“You’re taking it so well,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval.

I whimpered, the words breaking me down even further, making my knees weak. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, my world narrowing down to the sting of the belt and the dark, soothing tone of his voice.

“Just a few more,” he whispered, his hand sliding down to squeeze my hip, grounding me as he lifted the belt once more. “And then I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been begging for all week.”

The belt came down again, harder this time, the sharp crack of leather against skin echoing through the room. I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped my lips, my hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly my knuckles turned white.

“Beautiful,” Aleksei murmured, his voice a dark whisper that sent shivers through me. His fingers traced over the welts he’d left, the tender skin stinging under his touch, and my body arched into his hand despite myself.

“You wear my marks so well, baby girl,” he continued, almost to himself, with a twisted kind of admiration.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks flare even hotter at his words, my body trembling. I had come in here thinking I could best him, that I could control this, but he was proving me wrong with every stroke, every word. And the worst part was I liked it.

I craved more of it.

Another strike, and I gasped, my back arching, my body instinctively pushing back against the belt even as it sent a sharp sting racing through me. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but they weren’t from the pain. No, it was something else entirely—a strange, intoxicating mix of shame, desire, and surrender that I couldn’t wrap my mind around.

“Such a pretty shade of red,” Aleksei crooned, his fingers brushing lightly over the freshly marked skin, making me shiver. “But we’re not done yet, are we?” His voice was so calm, so controlled, as if he had all the time in the world to break me down to exactly where he wanted me.

I whimpered, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Please… Daddy…” I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. Relief, release—something to ease the aching need that was consuming me, that was making my clit pulse like a drum between my thighs.

He chuckled softly, the sound dark and satisfied. “You can take more,” he said, almost gently. “And you will, because you know you need it.”

He lifted the belt again, the leather gliding through his fingers before coming down in a hard, deliberate strike that sent a shockwave through me, leaving me gasping for breath. The sting was scalding hot, and I knew it would linger long after this moment was over.

“Look at those marks. You’re going to feel them every time you sit down tomorrow. Each one is going to remind you exactly who put them there, that Daddy bent you over his desk, lifted your skirt, and belted your pretty ass bright red,” he purred, his fingers brushing over my burning skin with a gentleness that contrasted so sharply with the punishing strikes.

The idea sent a rush of heat through me, and I hated how much I wanted that, how much I liked the thought of carrying his marks long after I walked out of this office.

“Now, be a good girl and reach back and spread those naughty cheeks. Show me the tight little hole I’m going to fuck,” he demanded, his voice a low growl as he leaned down, his breath hot against my ear.

“Please fuck my pussy, Daddy,” I gasped, my voice shaking. “Please… Daddy… please. Not my ass…”

“No, baby girl. If you want a fucking, it’s going to be in that tight little ass,” he whispered, his fingers trailing over my welted skin one final time, making me shudder. My pussy clenched so hard I nearly came, and a single drop of arousal rolled down my inner thigh, making me tremble.

“Please, Daddy?” I tried one last time.

He answered with the belt, one firm strike directly on the tops of my thighs that took my breath away. My knees buckled as the sting radiated through me, the pain somehow heightening the throbbing ache between my thighs.

With a mortified cry, I reached back, obeying his command. My palms pressed into the heated flesh of my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, and the humiliation of the act hit me like a freight train. His hands were on mine in an instant, covering them, and the touch was strangely gentle.

There was a rustle of movement behind me, and I knew that Aleksei was kneeling behind me, his gaze inches from my exposed asshole.

His warm breath teased the sensitive skin, and I trembled, unable to stop the soft whine that escaped my lips. He leaned forward, and the first, tentative flick of his tongue against my bottom hole made me jump. He repeated the motion, his tongue circling the tight ring of muscle, and I trembled with shame and arousal and everything all at once.

I cried out, the sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced. His mouth was hot and insistent, the stubble on his jaw rough against my backside. His tongue lapped at me, teasing and coaxing, and I arched back into him, the pleasure building deep inside me.

Then the warm wetness of his mouth pulled away and for a moment, I felt strangely bereft.

But not for long…

A second later, I felt his finger press against my sensitive ring, just the tip slipping inside me. My hole clamped down around the intrusion, the muscles tensing, but I could do nothing to stop him.

His finger pushed inside me, and another stab of stinging pain radiated around my asshole. Then, without warning, he added another and I cried out again as he pumped two fingers inside of me.

I hated that it felt good, even if it hurt.

Then he pulled his fingers free. The sound of the lube bottle opening, and then the cool, slick sensation of his fingers pushing inside me made me groan. I could feel my body resisting the intrusion, could feel the burn as he pressed further inside. But beneath the pain was something else, something I couldn’t quite name.

It was an overwhelming, all-consuming sensation that threatened to break me apart. And as his fingers slid deeper, a moan tore free from my throat, a sound so raw and primal, so utterly wrecked, that I could barely recognize it as my own.

He twisted his fingers, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.

For his big fat cock.

Then he added a third and the pain started all over again. My body fought against him, and the sensation was almost unbearable. It was too much, too intense, but he was relentless, the pressure building inside me until I thought I might tear apart.

He worked his fingers in and out of me, scissoring them and stretching me wider, and the deep agonizing burn was so sweet, so exquisite, that I could barely breathe.

Then, without warning, his fingers pulled out. A moment later, the sound of his zipper lowering met my ears and then the thick head of his pierced cock pressed against the entrance to my ass.

I bit back a whimper, squeezing my eyes shut, bracing myself for the pain I knew was coming.

“Shh, baby girl,” Aleksei murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Daddy’s going to take care of you.”

And then, with one firm, steady thrust, he pushed inside.

My hands clawed at the desk, my nails digging into the wood as I gasped, my entire body tensing. The pain was excruciating, a white-hot fire racing through every nerve, and I struggled to catch my breath.

He gripped my hips, holding me steady as he buried himself deeper inside me inch by excruciatingly slow inch. There was nothing for me to do except lie there and take it, the deep agony radiating around my asshole, sinking deep into my core, and racing up and down my spine. The pain deepened and I clenched around him, but that only seemed to make things worse.

He began to rock his hips, a slow, measured rhythm, and the pain intensified with each stroke. But beneath it, there was something else, something even more intoxicating—the raw, forbidden pleasure of being taken this way.

Something inside me almost liked it.

I could feel my body relaxing, the tension slowly melting away, replaced by a growing need that threatened to consume me. I didn’t understand it, but somehow, I wanted more.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts harder now, the slap of his balls against my scalded ass echoing through the room. The pain was still there, but a mounting pleasure was building in its wake. The soreness radiated through me, surging up and down my limbs, but still he didn’t relent.

I cried out, my voice ragged, my entire body trembling with each thrust. The painful ache spiked with each one, driving into me with brutal force as my asshole clenched around his cock.

But as the pain and pleasure intertwined, the pressure began to build, a delicious, unbearable tightness coiling inside me, threatening to break. And with a strangled cry, I felt myself start to fall apart.

I didn’t know how to stop it. I couldn’t. It was like an eighteen-wheeler bearing down on me, and there was nothing I could do to hold it back.

I was going to come.

My orgasm slammed into me, and I screamed, my body arching off the desk, my legs trembling, every muscle clenched in exquisite agony. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, the ecstasy so intense it bordered on pain. I was flying, falling, every nerve ending on fire as the sensations rippled through me. My eyes rolled back in my head as my hips rolled.

Shame spiraled through me. I’d never lost control like this before.

Behind me, Aleksei growled, his grip tightening on my hips, his fingers digging into the tender flesh as he drove into me. The feeling of his cock filling me was unbearably intense, the friction sending sparks skittering along every nerve, and I let out a sob, the sensation too much, too overwhelming.

My legs gave out, and I collapsed against the desk, my breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.

But still, he didn’t stop.

He kept going and with every thrust, I realized that it hurt more. The pain was blazing hot and blinding, but somehow, that only made the pleasure more intense. He was relentless, taking what he wanted, using me, and the realization sent a fresh rush of shameful arousal coursing through me.

I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. When I pushed up against the desk and his hands gripped at my hips even tighter, pinning me in place, I realized one very important thing.

It wasn’t up to me.

He was going to fuck my ass for as long and as hard as he wanted, and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop him.

I let out a soft moan, the sound almost obscene in the quiet room. My fingers clawed at the desk, desperately seeking some purchase, something to ground me, but there was nothing.

I was completely at his mercy, and he wasn’t showing any.

My clit pulsed as he used me, and then before I knew what was happening, another orgasm slammed into me with the power of a tsunami. Exquisitely agonizing bliss poured over me in waves. My toes curled and my thighs trembled. Pleasure surged up and down my limbs and I screamed.

I was helpless. The pain, the pleasure, the overwhelming intensity of it all threatened to shatter me.

I was barely aware of the way my voice cracked, that the sounds that came from my mouth were barely even human anymore. They sounded like the desperate, animalistic cries of someone being torn apart and when I slowly realized it was me, another burst of arousal caught me by surprise.

A third release ripped through me, compounding on the second and taking me up higher and higher until my head felt like it was in the clouds, and then I started falling.

“This little ass is so very tight, baby girl. You’re going to milk my cock dry, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I wailed, still lost in the throes of my orgasm.

I could hear him groan behind me, his grip tightening on my hips, his fingers digging into the bruised and reddened skin.

He buried himself deep inside me, and then I felt him swell, the sensation both painful and pleasurable, and I cried out, my body shuddering with the force of his release. His cock pulsed inside me, flooding me with his cum, and I shuddered, the sensation almost too much to bear.

Slowly, he withdrew, and the sudden emptiness left me feeling hollow, aching. I collapsed onto the desk, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps, my body trembling as his seed leaked from my well-used ass.

I didn’t know what to do, how to handle this kind of pleasure.

His hand slipped under me, lifting my hips slightly, and then his fingers slid between my legs, grazing my clit, and I jerked, a strangled gasp escaping me.

“That’s right,” he said, his voice a low, dark rumble. “One more. Give Daddy one more, baby girl.”

He stroked me, his touch light, almost teasing, but the sensation was still too much. My body tensed, the pleasure building, cresting, and then it crashed over me, drowning me in its depths.

I came so hard that my vision blacked out for several seconds, my ass sore inside and out and when it was finally over, my entire body was shaking.

The only thing keeping me upright was the desk beneath me.

Then his arms wrapped around me, lifting me from his desk and settling me in his lap. He held me, the warmth of his body seeping into mine, and slowly, my heartbeat returned to normal. I could feel his lips brush against the top of my head, his hand stroking down my back.

“You did so well,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Such a good girl.”

The praise wrapped around me like a warm blanket, and I closed my eyes, letting myself relax against him. The adrenaline that had been coursing through my veins was slowly ebbing away, leaving a strange, aching satisfaction in its wake.

My breaths came out shaky, unsteady, and I let out a long exhale, sinking into his embrace, the warmth of his body a welcome relief after the relentless intensity of what we’d just done.

My heart was still pounding, but it was different now—a slower, more languid beat, like my entire body was coming down from a high I hadn’t even realized I was chasing. I could still feel the faint sting of his belt, the marks he’d left on my skin, a reminder of how easily he’d unraveled me.

How he’d bested me.

I couldn’t deny it, couldn’t pretend I hadn’t come completely undone. I’d come in here thinking I could control the situation, thinking I could turn the tables on him, but the moment he’d touched me, the moment he’d taken control, I’d fallen apart like some desperate little slut.

The worst part?

Some deep, secret part of me had liked it. The way he’d pushed me to the edge, the way he’d forced me to surrender completely —it had been terrifying and exhilarating all at once. No one had ever taken me apart like that, no one had ever dared to challenge me in the way he had.

And I had given in. I’d begged for it.

I bit my lip, my face heating as I thought about how I’d broken down, how I’d pleaded for him to give me more, to take me further. I wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be strong, composed, the one who always stayed in control. But with him… God, with him, it was like everything I thought I knew about myself was slipping away.

“You’re thinking too much,” Aleksei whispered against my ear, his breath warm and steady. He wrapped his arms around me tighter, as if he could keep me from drifting too far into my own thoughts. “Let it go, baby girl. You’re safe with me.”

Safe .

The word felt strange, but somehow, I believed him. Even though he had taken complete control of me, there was something about the way he held me now—gentle, almost tender—that made me feel… I don’t know, protected, maybe? Like he wasn’t just here to break me, but to put me back together, piece by fragile piece.

I let out another shaky breath, resting my head against his shoulder, the scent of him enveloping me.

“You’re so infuriating,” I whispered, but there was no bite to my words, only a soft, tired admission.

He chuckled softly, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on my back. “And yet, here you are,” he murmured, his voice like a dark caress that sent a shiver down my spine. “Safe and sound in my arms. Tell me, little girl … do you still think you can win?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Because we both knew the truth.

But that didn’t mean that next time, I wasn’t going to try.