Bossing Her || 18+

2 || Punishment

Vikram's POV

"Pu—punishment?" she asked, her voice laced with feigned innocence, though we both knew the wildness that simmered beneath the surface. Her wide, doe-like eyes blinked up at me, pretending confusion, but the hint of mischief was unmistakable. Smirking, I leaned in closer, my voice dropping as I drawled, "Yes, baby girl, a punishment." I let the word hang in the air, savoring the shift in her expression as she caught the weight of it.

Before she could protest, I slipped two fingers between her parted lips. "Suck on them, baby," I murmured, my voice husky with the command. "Suck them like you would my cock when it's deep in your mouth." The vulgarity in my tone made her breath hitch, but her lips obediently closed around my fingers, her tongue slowly tracing their length, and her eyes closed in the pleasure she driving from the action. 

Her eyes fluttered shut, her body responding to me with instinctive surrender, and I was captivated. Amaira, sitting on my desk, legs wrapped around my waist, her body pulled tight against mine—she was a vision. Her once perfectly arranged hair was now disheveled, her cheeks flushed as she sucked on my fingers with slow, deliberate strokes, a needy rhythm that made something primal stir inside me.

She looked like a sinful masterpiece—my masterpiece. My slut. All mine, and only mine 

It was intoxicating to see her like this, the same girl who had kept her distance, who had resisted my touch and avoided any form of intimacy. Now, she was melting into my hands, responding to every command, every caress, in ways that left me on edge, wanting more, needing more.

Fuck. I muttered. 

I pulled my fingers out of her mouth with a swift jerk and crashed my lips against hers, unable to contain myself any longer. The sight of her, flushed and breathless, unraveled every thread of my restraint. My hand gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back just enough to expose her neck. The other hand trailed down the curve of her throat, brushing over her collarbone before finally stopping at her breasts. The sweet taste of her nipples still lingered on my tongue, a vivid memory that had haunted me for the six torturous months we'd been apart. Every inch of her was seared into my mind.

I cupped her left breast through the fabric, kneading it firmly, drawing a moan from her between our heated kiss. Her lips parted in a gasp, and I took the opportunity to thrust my tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of it, savoring her taste. She melted into me, her body responding as if it had been made for this moment.

As I released her left breast, my attention shifted to the right, massaging it with the same deliberate pressure, each touch drawing another quiet moan from her. I could feel her body tremble under my hands, and I knew I was pushing her right to the edge. My hand continued its descent, slipping down her body until it reached the waistband of her trousers. My fingers played with the button, teasing her, before pulling the zipper down. My knuckles brushed over her panties, tracing the line of her hips, and she shivered, biting down on her lip to stifle the reaction.

"Someo—someone could walk in...sir," she whispered, her voice trembling as much as her body.

I smirked, letting my lips hover just above hers. "I told you, baby girl, don't call me sir. But it seems like my naughty girl really does want some punishment, doesn't she, Amaira?" I growled, the heat in my voice undeniable. Without another word, I gripped her thighs and lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I carried her toward the door.

Her back hit the cold surface of the door, and she arched against it, using it for support as I shifted one hand to lock it with a quick, decisive twist. Her eyes flew open in surprise, her breath hitching as the click echoed in the room. I met her wide-eyed gaze with a smirk.