Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 41

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Harry's P.O.V

She knocked lightly at the door. "Yes sir? You called me?" She was peeking her head around the door like a child.

"Mia, come in, please. And shut the door behind you." She did as I asked.

"What are you doing, Mia?"

"Well, I'm working." She tried to hide the smirk that was creeping onto her face. I stepped closer to her.

"I think we both know what you're doing, Mia. Teasing me in the dress, speaking to me the way you are. You think you can get away with that?"

"No Sir." I was expecting her to be slightly afraid of what was next, but she seemed to want the challenge I posed to her. I grabbed her by her arm and began kissing her roughly, pushing her back against the door, and locking it.

"Why are you always so bad, Mia," I breathed and continued kissing her.

"Because," she said, breathlessly, "you make me want to be bad." I couldn't take it anymore. I led her over to my desk, quickly bending her over and bunching her dress up around her waist. I placed a harsh slap onto her bum, getting a gasp out of her. I snatched her magenta panties down, and pulled my hard cock out, slowly entering her. She moaned, and the sound made me want to fuck her so hard, until she wasn't able to move around this office. I loved being inside of her. I know I had done it with plenty others before, but something about feeling Mia's warmth tight around me was different. Too bad she doesn't know she's just being used as a distraction, my conscience told me. The poor, beautiful thing that you can never love.

Pushing all thoughts aside, I continued going into her."Was this what you wanted," I grunted out.

"Mm, yes," she said, stifling her moans and the screams that tried to come out of her.

"Yes what," I said, taking a fistful of her perfectly curled hair into my hand, and tugging it back so that it wouldn't hurt her, but forceful enough to make her feel it.

"Yes, yes Daddy," she said in a low whisper.

"Yes, that's a good girl." I continued ramming into her. It was so hot, watching myself take her from behind. I released her hair a little and she threw it forward, slamming her hand down on the desk in attempts to grab something to hold on to.

"You don't know how hot it is taking you like this," I said through clenched teeth. She put her hands over her mouth, resting on her elbows as I went into her harder, the desk rocking along with her body.

"Yes, you're such a good girl, quieting your screams all by yourself, fuck." I pulled out, turning her over and setting her on the desk.

"Harry," she said, her bottom lip quivering as I re-entered her. She grabbed onto my shoulders, and tugged at my hair, making me moan out. I laid her back onto the desk, and she wrapped her legs tighter around my waist as I pinned her wrists down with one hand, and placed my other over her mouth. She looked at me with wild eyes. They were pleading with me to let her finish, and I could tell by the way she was whimpering into my hand that she was close. She had her own soundtrack of moans and whimpers when she was close, and I've reached her spot enough to know the sounds.

"You wanna cum, baby," I asked, and she nodded frantically, scrunching her eyebrows together and screwing her eyes shut as she squirmed underneath me. I decided to push it further.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear that. What do you want?"

"C-cum," she said in a high squeal.

"What?" I was enjoying this.

"I-i need to c-cum, p-please, Harry."

"Please what?"

"Please, please, Daddy, let me cum, pleeease."

"Should I let you," I asked, feeling my thrusts get sloppy. "You were being a bad girl."

"Daddy I-I'm sorry, but please, Daddy," she said, her voice going in and out from trying to stay quiet.

"Fuck, come all over Daddy's cock, princess, and look at me when you come." She did as I said, her eyes glistening and she had her smeared, red lips parted as she panted from her release.

"Mmm, fuck," I said pulling out and releasing onto her stomach. She was still shaking, and I sat her up, kissing her again.

"Now, I think you should get back to work," I said in a low tone, looking back and forth between her lips and her eyes.

"Yes Sir," she said, pulling her underwear back up and wiping my cum off with the Kleenex I handed her. She fixed her clothes and left out of the office, slightly wobbling. She would be mine. I don't care what it took, or what my pain had been. I needed her more than anything, and that was clearer than ever right now.