Chapter 91: Sins on the mahogany desk

Ivery Clark POV

​A flustered, breathless sound escaped my throat, my cheeks burning with a deep, feverish crimson as I struggled to find my voice under his suffocating gaze.

“S-Sorry, I didn't know you were busy. I just wanted to visit you…”

Slowly, agonizingly…Alrigo set his pen down on the glass top of the desk. The sharp clack echoed like a gunshot in the quiet room.

His gaze dropped. Very slowly, like a flame tracing a fuse, his eyes dragged down my neck, lingering on the delicate silk straps, the transparent lace clinging to my waist, and the sheer expanse of skin left completely bare.

Every second under his scrutiny felt like a physical touch, making my skin prickle with a sudden, searing heat.

​When his eyes finally dragged back up to meet mine, the air in the room felt thick enough to choke on.

“Who told you to walk into my study looking like this?" he asked softly. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a dangerous, vibrating edge that rattled straight down my spine.

My pulse hammered wildly against my ribs. I wanted to fold my arms over my chest, to hide under his terrifying gaze, but I forced myself to stand my ground. I had come this far. I wasn't going to retreat like a frightened chick.

​I took a small, trembling step closer.

​"No one told me," I whispered, my voice barely carrying across the mahogany wood, though every word was laced with raw honesty. "I... I wanted to come.”

His jaw ticked. Like something inside him had snapped tight and was fighting not to break.

​"Do you have any idea what you're fucking playing with right now, Ivery?" he growled softly. “Walking into my cabin with your tits barely covered and that pretty little cunt wrapped in lace like a fucking gift.”

​My knees felt weak, my pulse racing wildly against my throat, but I planted my feet firmly on the floor. The flush on my face burned hotter, but I held his gaze without dropping my eyes.

“Why? D-Do you... not like it?" I stammered, my voice barely more than a trembling whisper. "I... I just wanted to impress you, Daddy.”

A pin-drop silence settled over the room, so absolute that the only sound left was the erratic, frantic rhythm of my own breathing.

The muscle in his jaw flexed again, harder this time, and the dark, dangerous fire in his eyes flared into an unholy, consuming blaze.

​Slowly, deliberately, he pushed himself up from his leather chair.

​"Come here, Ivery.” he commanded. “Now…”

My legs felt like lead, but I forced my bare feet to move across the cool hardwood floor. His dark, burning eyes never left mine, tracking my every movement like a hawk watching its prey.

But the moment I reached his side Alrigo lifted me clean off the floor and sat me on the edge of his desk, making me gasp.

My eyes flew wide. "A-Alrigo...!"

He stepped between my knees, caging me in with infuriating ease. “It's Daddy for you, ma bella.”

My heart did a violent, erratic flip against my ribs. My face burned with an unbearable heat, my breath hitching in my throat as the sheer weight of his dominance washed over me.

His eyes dropped over the sheer black lace, the way it barely covered my nipples, the thin strips of silk holding the garters to my thighs, the bare skin between.

“You’re supposed to be asleep, Ivery,” Alrigo murmured against my ear, his palm sliding higher, slow, mapping the curve under my breasts torturously.

I gasped, “I couldn’t, Daddy.”

“So you put this on.” Not a question. His voice had gone rougher.

I bit my lip, “I thought you’d look at me.”

“I am looking.” His gaze dropped again, lingered on the place where the garter met skin, then climbed back to my face with the same ruthless calm. “Looking is not the danger, Ivery. What comes after is.”

I gasped when his fingers hooked in the waistband of the lace bottoms. Not pulling down. Just holding. Stretching the fabric slightly aside exposing exactly where I was aching.

I shook harder as the cool air greeted me.

His middle finger pressed along my slit…slow, tracing, not entering just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. A broken whimper tore out of me.

“Look at you…you flash this cunt at me like it belongs on display, you better be ready to tell me exactly what you want done with it, ma bella.”

My hands instinctively flew to his broad shoulders, my knuckles turning white as I clutched at his shirt to keep from dissolving right then and there. My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird, my pulse roaring in my ears.

“I wanted you to take it," I whispered softly, the sinful confession slipping out into the quiet room. "I wanted you to touch me...I want you to use me however you want, Daddy. That’s why I wore it.”

“However I want?” His voice dropped lower. Rough. Almost a warning. “It’s a dangerous request, ma bella. You have no idea what I want.”

He pushed his finger deeper inside me, curling it, reaching my spot, my vision sparked white.

“I could keep you like this for an hour, ma bella. Keep you on edge until you’re crying. Make you thank me every time I let you breathe.” He leaned in, mouth brushing my ear. “Or I could fuck this pretty cunt right here on the wood until you forget your own name.”

A sharp, ragged gasp ripped from my throat straight against his lips. My body reacted instantly—my hips jerked upward into his touch, my lower back arching as a sudden, blinding wave of heat shot straight to my core.

I couldn't help but speak, “I want you inside me, Daddy. However hard, however deep you want…just..don’t stop touching me.”

He growled, the dark rumble vibrating directly against my mouth as his fingers slowly pulled out, leaving me instantly aching and empty.

“Lie back. On the table, Ivery.” He commanded.

My breath hitched, but I obeyed. I shifted back onto the cold mahogany, lying completely flat under his heavy, suffocating watch.

The warm, golden glow of the lamp bathed my body entirely, illuminating every flush on my skin, the wild rise and fall of my chest, and the sheer black lace clinging to my waist.

​Alrigo stood towering over me, a predator looking down at his prize. He tugged the straps loose and peeled away the lacy panties, exposing my bare pussy to him.

“Better.” His fingers slid over my glistening pussy lips, making me arch my back in agony.

“No more pretty little bows in my way. Just this cunt. Spread on my table. Nothing covering what’s mine.”

Alrigo stepped back just enough to reach for the waist of his tailored trousers. With a smooth, practiced flick of his fingers, he undone and pulled down his pants, freeing his cock.

​My breath hitched violently.

​Bathed in the warm, golden glow of the desk lamp, Alrigo looked breathtakingly handsome and terrifyingly dangerous all at once.

His broad chest heaved under his half-unbuttoned shirt, his dark hair slightly rumpled, and his jaw set in a line of pure, unyielding intent. He was thick, long, and already glistening at the tip—a lethal promise of exactly what he intended to do to me.

“Last chance to take it back, ma bella.” Alrigo growled, and dragged the head of his cock through my soaked folds, notching himself at my entrance. “Say stop and I stop. Say anything else and I fuck my baby girl on this desk like the filthy little thing she dressed up to be.”

I gasped the agonizing friction of his broad tip dragging through my slick lips sending electric shocks straight up my spine.

I arched my back off the mahogany desk and pushed my hips forward, deliberately nudging my wet, open heat against the heavy head of his cock.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”