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Olivia watched, inhaling sharply as Derek dropped kisses on top of her thigh, gently caressing her legs as he slowly pushed her dress upwards. He pressed her thighs even wider, opening her to him completely, then hissed when he found her bare.

“No panties, huh?” he asked, pulling her closer until her sex was hovering over his mouth. He lifted his gaze to hers while she bit her lower lip, “I didn't stand a chance, did I?” She grinned at him, and he lightly brushed his knuckles over her folds. “Hmmm,” he murmured softly. He circled her opening with the tip of his finger. “So wet.”

Her breath momentarily stilled at the awe in his voice. Desire burned volcanic hot, making her a willing casualty to his demand for control.

He lifted one leg on his shoulder, baring her glistening sex to his gaze, then before she could think, she felt the first feathery brush of his tongue against her sex, and heart nearly stopped beating. 

When he gently suckled her clit, and his fingers dipped inside her, gently thrusting and withdrawing, she knew she’d just died and landed right into heaven. The intensity of the pressure building inside her was nothing short of exquisite torture. Little else mattered except the moist warmth of his mouth and fingers making love to her, pushing her that much closer to what promised to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

He grazed her clit with his teeth and her body tensed from the intensity of sensations. Then he began to suck harder and faster, keeping her clit in his mouth. His tongue was murderous, swirling, striking, hitting its mark like a bull’s-eye. His hands slid around, grabbing hold of her ass and holding her to him. Olivia widened her legs even more, and a little cry gurgled in her throat. Derek thrust his tongue into her, and she began to pant like she'd just run a marathon, three times. He groaned and sucked and kissed her, dragging his teeth over her clit until she was a trembling mess.

Heat went through her body as her climax built, and she cried out, but for what she wasn't sure. As he owned her sex, possessed it, she surrendered to the pleasure. Her lips parted, but no sounds emerged as she came all over his mouth. Blood pounded in her ears and rushed through her veins. Nothing mattered except the primal need for satisfaction.

Derek continued to lick her, his rough tongue prolonging the pleasure between her legs. After a long time, she stopped spasming, and he stood, his lips glistening with her juices. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her body tense and clench around him but his hands were shaking so much she had to help him with the task of unbucking his belt and freeing his erection from his pants. 

“Turn around,” he commanded when she was done.

That damn voice. How could she resist the power in it? Olivia turned. 

“Put your hands on the desk.”

She did, palms down against the table. He cupped the curve of her butt from behind, squeezing it, and a little moan escaped her.

He came closer, pressing his body against her so she could feel the tip of his dick rubbing against her swollen wet center. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Liv.” His voice, like molten lava. “Say it.”

“I’ve been a naughty girl,” she managed, the words scratchy in her throat.

“Coming into my office like this, you need to be punished.” His breath tickled her earlobe. His hot hand caressed her backside. 

“Yes. Punish me.” Her voice was a croak. Need throttled her.

Then he swept his hand back and made contact with the heel of his hand. The sound of the smack was loud, the hit jarring her. This was completely new for them and although Olivia had never thought she'd enjoy being spanked. She felt her pussy get wetter. 

“Harder,” she whispered. “Yes. Punish me. I need it.”

He spanked her again, harder. And one more time. His hand. Big and strong, pain and pleasure melded into one, so that she couldn’t tell when one began and the other ended. He slapped her again, and she moaned. And then he cupped her once more, possessive, and she groaned again. Yes. This was what she wanted. Then he stopped, rubbing her hot skin, easing the contact. His hands slipped around then, to her slick center.

“God, you’re dripping,” he murmured. 

Her legs were shaking as she stared at the door. Yes, she was. She felt so white-hot. “What are you going to do about it?” Her voice low, a challenge.

“I’m going to give you what you deserve,” he promised.

Derek slipped his fingers inside her, and she gasped with want as he explored her slowly, finding her soft ridges, her G-spot, almost instantly.

She groaned, her pelvis pushing against his fingers, desperate for more contact. She was so wet, so willing. Then again, he’d never all-out spanked a woman before, either. So, firsts all around. He still couldn’t believe he’d done it, but something about Olivia brought it out in him. Hell, she’d asked for it. She’d told him, punish me. Well, what the lady wanted, she’d get.

She spread her legs wider, leaning into him and his fingers, moaning.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Give me what I deserve.”

Her meaning was unmistakable. First, she wanted him to spank her, and now she was daring him to fuck her. Right here in his office. His cock screamed for it anyway, and he felt his groan practically vibrating with hard need. It felt like he was going to burst soon if he didn't get inside her. 

Olivia tried to turn around. 

“Uh-uh,” he said, hand on her lower back. “Keep your hands there. On the desk.”

Obediently, she pressed her palms against the table and arched her back in compliance. He got harder, if possible. Damn, this woman was going to kill him. He bounced the tip of his cock against the back of her thigh.

“You want this?” 

“Yes,” she cried, and he could hear the desire in her voice. The want drove him wild.

He entered her from behind. Pants still on, shirt lifted to his belly button.

He almost came right there, right away, into her tight wetness. He felt like he’d died and gone to heaven right then. He thrust deeper, as she struggled to keep her hands on the desk. She clutched at the smooth surface, trying to maintain her balance. He grabbed her hips, possessive, keeping her steady.