Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure

BEG

I stepped into the office that morning knowing exactly what was waiting for me.

The air crackled with tension, and the click of my heels was swallowed by the chaos. Designers were hunched over their desks, fabric scraps of as everywhere, and Jax’s voice thundered down the open-plan floor, raw, carrying fury in every word.

“This is f*****g embarrassing! If I wanted amateur hour, I’d hire interns!”

“Sir, if I may…”

“No, you may not!” Jax glared at the designer who spoke up “Your opinion holds no water in my world. If you still want this job, shut the f**k up!”

Everyone flinched, and bowed down their heads, with trembling hands.

“All these designs are f*****g garbage! Do you want my models to look like a joke on the runway? Fix it or get out!”

Everyone froze when I walked in.

Jax’s head snapped up, and the second those storm-blue eyes locked on me, he turned and walked away.

“Delilah. My office. Right now.” His tone was cold and I knew exactly why.

Silver’s yacht exhibition which I had attended.

My stomach flipped, and heat flooded straight between my legs.

The orgy party which had champagne, whispers of cocaine, and s****l affairs without borders.

Even after all his warnings, I disobeyed.

To top it off, I’d attended with a teasing white see through dress, enough to make Jax lose his mind if he found out.

And when he did find out, I refused to take his calls.

I knew what was coming, so I raised my chin, jutted my exposed bosom and with my hips swaying, I sauntered into his office behind him.

Jax slammed the door close, turned the locks, and yanked the cords on the blinds to shut them. The office disappeared behind, leaving just us and the low hum of danger.

“You little brat,” he growled, already unbuckling his belt as he stalked towards me “You think you can flaunt my p***y at Silver’s and his vagabonds and get away with it?”

The leather snapped through the loops, and iron buckle. My breath caught in my throat as I backed up towards the glass windows overlooking the city. My thighs pressed together, and my p***y was already throbbing with that twisted mix of fear and want.

I bit my lower lip gently, seductively. “Maybe, I wanted to see if you’d do something about it.”

“Oh, I’m going to do something about it. You’re going to take every inch of my punishment and thank me for it.” His eyes darkened and he walked closer. “Do you understand?”

In two strides, before I could reply, he was on me, one fist tangled in my hair, yanking my head back and exposing my neck to him, while he crowded my space.

I retreated until my ass hit the floor-to-ceiling glass. We were thirty stories up, and the city was sprawled beneath us, busy as always.

“Jax, I…”

“Shut the f**k up.”

He snagged his belt free from his waist with one sharp pull, and… boy oh boy… It was sexy.

“You think you can parade that tight little body around for Silver? Let him look at what’s mine?”

“No,” I gasped, but my n*****s were already rock-hard against my silk blouse, betraying me.

“Pop those buttons,” he said.

My fingers slowly worked to unbutton my blouse and when my boobs spilled free, pink, hard n*****s in the air, he licked his lips in satisfaction.

“Good girl”

Jax spun me around, grabbed my arms together, forced them behind my back, and looped the warm leather belt tight around my tiny wrists, pulling it so secure until it bit into my skin.

“Nasty little girl,” he murmured against my ear, slipping his hands under my skirt to caress my ass. “You planned this, didn’t you? You disobeyed me and went to that party just so I’d have to remind you who owns this perfect little cunt.”

I arched my back, pressing my ass against his hard c**k, wet from the anticipation of my punishment. “What are you going to do about it, Mr Romano?”

He chuckled so low and filthy. “I’m going to punish you and you're going to take every bit of it, you nasty slut.”

Jax flipped my skirt up, exposing my black lace thong, and then he ripped it off with one brutal tug. The cold air-conditioned breeze kissed my bare p***y, already dripping with my cunt juices.

“I’m going to spank this gorgeous ass red, then f**k you against the glass so the whole city knows you’re mine.”

His palm cracked down hard on my ass and I gasped, the sting blooming hot across my skin.

“That’s for wearing that dress,” he said, spanking me again. “This is for letting Silver touch you.” Another sharp slap. “And this… this is because you’re the most beautiful f*****g tease I’ve ever met, and you know exactly what you do to me.”

Each praise twisted with punishment made me wetter. “I want it harder, Mr Romano,” I cried out in a breathy voice. “If you’re going to punish me, do it right.”

He growled in approval, raining down spanks until my ass burned and tears pricked my eyes. “You’re such a perfect little slut for me. You’re taking it so well.” Jax bent and bit my ass cheek before giving it a soft kiss “God, look at you… I love how these cheeks are red. Baby your p***y is glistening. You’re f*****g flawless”

Another kiss from his warm lips was rewarded with a harsher spank.

“Look at you,” he growled, slapping and kneading my naked ass cheek as he kissed my neck. “Soaked from getting spanked like a naughty f*****g girl.”

“Jax… please…” My voice cracked, half begging him to stop the foreplay, and half begging him to ruin me.

With my arms still trapped in his belt cuffs and my skirt hiked up, Jax shoved me forward, kicked my legs apart, my face and titties smashed and flattened against the cold glass.

My bound hands were useless behind me, I could only breathe in anticipation as I heard him unzip himself.

I knew when his thick and veined c**k sprang free, and I felt the hot fat head already glistening with pre-c*m as he nudged my soaked entrance.

He wasn’t teasing anymore. “Beg,” he ordered.