I resist as long as I can, lying there panting and exposed, my hard n*****s rubbing against the desktop as he works his hand between my legs, until I can’t take it anymore.
I whisper, “Please.”
It’s enough. Without demanding a more flowery invitation, Callum shoves inside me with a grunt.
Arching off the desk, I gasp as the huge, hard length of him fills me.
He releases my wrists, pulls my hair, and starts to f**k me, growling like an animal.
I grab the edge of the desk and tilt my hips back to meet his thrusts.
Through gritted teeth, he says, “Tell your master you love his cock.”
“No.”
As I hoped it would, that earns me a s******g.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight and decide to book an appointment with a reputable therapist first thing tomorrow morning.
Gripping my hips in both hand
