"Please ," I say in between kissing his full lips. "Take me." He immediately turns me around and bends me over my desk once more. "You don't know how torturing it's been for me to not fuck you mercilessly as soon as I saw you." His words made me shiver because it's true. He lifts my skirt up and rubs my bare butt. "Every time I spank you , count." I realize what I'm doing. What he's doing to me. And I don't want it to stop.
"Okay."
Smack ! "One."
Smack ! "Two."
Smack ! "Three."
Smack ! "Oh my God , four. Please , more."
"You don't want me to stop ?" He asks.
"No , not yet."
He rubs my butt before hitting it at least six more times. He puts his fingers through my hair and grabs it , pulling me up. He remembers pulling my hair is a sick turn-on. "I want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for days. Do you understand ?" He grips my hair tighter. "Yes." I whimper. "Not having you is physically and emotionally killing me , and I would do anything to have you back." I remove his hand from my hair and turn on , pulling my skirt back down in the process.
"I know you're doing this because you just want sex from me. That's all you want. Do you remember why I left ? You broke my heart. Tore into little bits and pieces , just like I did with your precious contract." That made him upset. I saw rage flourish through his innocent hazel eyes , scaring the shit out of me. "You are absolutely right. And I can't do shit about your disrespectful mouth." The emotion looked like it was fucking him up in the worst way. He said nothing , yet his eyes said everything. I've honestly never seen him like this and it breaks my heart.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to break your precious heart. I just felt that loving you could harm me. You're changing me and I don't know if I wanted it to happen. That's why I stopped it before it could progress. I need you so bad. These past couple of weeks without you have been pure hell. Knowing you could possibly hate me is ripping me apart."
"Michael , stop talking."
"I need you back. I'll do anything. Please , just take me back. I ... I love you." I see tears swell in his eyes. Or maybe they're mine.
"Michael , please stop."
"I love you."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do." He says , looking into my eyes. Now I see the tears fall from his eyes.
"Please stop crying. You don't love me. You don't need me. You're a Dominant , remember ? You said you don't want to feel." I stop before my voice cracked.
He grabs my face and kisses me with so much agony it leaves me breathless. My heart feels ... repaired. It's literally building itself back up as I kiss him. The heavenly light shines over it and angels begin to sing.
Too dramatic ? I don't give a damn.
I try to move back but he puts a strong arm around my waist , locking me in. Part of me wants to turn around and leave but the other wants me to stay. To give him another chance and maybe , just maybe , I can finally be happy. We stop and share an intense breath. "Alexsa Julia Morris , I love you." We look deep into each other's eyes. "No ..."
"Yes."
I put my hands on his chest but he grabs them and kisses my palms. "We're leaving."
"What ? We still have 4 hours left-"
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My Boss & His Personal Assistant
Não FicçãoAlexsa Morris-- a 27 year old living in Memphis , Tennessee. Ever since she moved there 4 years ago she's still learning things about the city. Her handsome boss caught her attention as she started working at Music Enterprise , and apparently he fel...