"I want you to bend over this desk, and not say a single word as I fuck you from behind. Is that understood, malyshka?" (Babygirl) Swallowing hard, I capture his every move like a hawk. I watch him stalk around his desk. His eyes never leave mine. Nervously breaking eye contact, I quickly look around the office. The first thing that catches my attention are large floor to ceiling windows looking south out over the New York City skyline. To my right, there are more of these windows, instead revealing the hustle and bustle of people in the office. Further, I notice the gray walls with certificates, pictures, and his Bachelor's degree in business. Hearing something hit the floor, I snap my head back at him. Pencils and papers scattered on the ground. "Do you want that, malyshka? I will make sure you won't be able to walk after this." He leans down and whispers in my ear. Shivering from the close proximity, I step around him and up to the desk. I look to the right, praying that everyone has gone home for the day. "Baby, nobody will interrupt us. Are you worried?" Putting my fingers down on the cold mahogany wood of the desk, I look down and bravely say. "What did you say you wanted to do to me?" Biting my bottom lip, I close my eyes and anticipate his touch. His fingertips gently trace my sides as he makes his way to the hem of my dress. Bunching it up at my hips. I bend down hastily as he slips my thong to my knees, my breath escapes, as he presses his hips against me. "That's my good girl. Have you been waiting for me all day myalaska? Waiting for me to get down on my knees for moya koroleva?" He bends down to growl in my ear. (My Queen) My brain is going a million miles per second, and the only thing I want is him to be eating me like I'm his last supper. "I need your words." The only thing that I could think of to say to him, the one thing that will drive him crazy. "Make me yours sir."