51 iii. Reunion [Bonus chapter]

“Fuck,” he grunted as he grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to sit on his lap.

“I missed you,” his breathing was harsh on her neck as he finally saw her after a week of being away from each other.

He hated that damned convention, all he can think about the entire time he was there was how he would love to bend her over on his desk and fuck her senseless.

He kicked her legs apart as he lifted her skirt even when she tried to protest by saying people might see them.

“Please Dom, stop. We should wait at least until after the office hours,” she tried to hold into her reasons even when she felt her privates start to drip juices down her thighs.

No one should blame her. He simply is so darned perfect in the art of seduction. She bit on her lower lip, he had become an expert in seducing her into becoming a needy and lascivious woman.

“You want me to stop, honey? Your body is crying out for me to take you right now,” a confident smile plastered on his face even as he suckled on her breast, making her nipples perk up for him so.

“I’m just trying to be proper, anyone can just walk in on us Dom,” she arched her back as he softly bit on one of her tender buds.

He pulled down her panties with urgency, his fingers nearly tearing it apart as she let out a sigh and her knees tremble from anticipation.

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“Wanting to stop, huh? How many more lies?” he unzipped his pants and pushed his cock inside of her as she sits down on his lap.

“This is your proper place, straddled perfectly across my cock,” his words made her feel hotter, like her blood is suddenly lava making her skin warm up.

“Ahhhhnnn... Dominus!” she held into his shoulder, trying to ground herself as her walls clench around his length.

It is driving her insane how good this feels. His thickness pushed against her walls and his length bottomed out inside her with each thrust.

“Fuck, Dom!” her fingers clumsily tried to fumble on the buttons of his shirt, her body betraying her ten times over.

Dominus let out a chuckle, “Fuck you too, baby. Now stop lying to me. We both know how much you are enjoying yourself right now.”

He helped her, guiding her hands inside his shirt as he removes the buttons.

She gasped as she explored his immaculately hardened muscles, his biceps, and his abs. Fuck, he is perfect.

She wanted to cry how unfair it is as he thrust even harder into her, giving her no choice but to hold into his shoulders instead of lazily exploring his body as she wanted.

He bounced her off his cock, rubbing her clit at the same time as he was kissing her neck. “See, you are already so wet? It took me what, a few seconds of warming you up. Perhaps I should punish you, for being so horny,” he chuckled.

She let out a whimper and covered her lips with her hands. They were still at the office, in the middle of a workday. This is not in any way proper conduct.

He had so many documents to review waiting for his signature on his table. She blushed when she realized it was not on his table now but scattered on the floor probably crumpled.

“Come on darling, moan for me, my little slut. Cry out your daddy’s name, baby. You know you want to,” he kissed her roughly, bouncing her off his shaft again while his fingers made circles over her clit.

“Please Dom, we are at the office. We shouldn’t be doing this,” she panted, trying her hardest not to moan. But it feels so good she already knows she is so close to blanking out.

Ahhhh, fuck Dom. Why does he always turn her into an unthinking, irrational, and needy mess?

Dominus is to be blamed for the way her body responded to him. He has trained her and made her body so dependent on him for pleasure.

She was never lascivious until the moment they met. He has awoken every dirty fantasy she never even knew she had.

She has never been so humiliated until they started with his little experiments. She has never been more pleased.

“So what? I want them all to know that you are mine,” he whispered against her ear as he kept massaging over her clit, the friction making her body tremble as waves of pleasure greet her.

“You- you agreed to behave at the office. You agreed to hide this from the others,” she wanted to think of more arguments but her voice sounded high-pitch now almost as if she was singing.

Ahhhh.... she blushed as she felt her own juices drip down his pants, he has not tugged his pants all the way down. He just freed his cock from its constraints and... fuck, she can’t even think.

“I- I’m making a mess out of your clothes. Dominus, pull down your slacks I am- I,” she let out moans of pleasure as her nails bite on his shoulder.

“I’ll soak it up with my juices, I’m already dripping wet,” she begged him. Ahhh, she should not be responsible for causing that to her boss’s expensive slacks, right?

“Shhhh... shut your little mouth honey, daddy is busy,” he grinned, as he thrust inside her again, making her body jerk from pleasure and her juices overflow.

At least she warned him earlier, she tried to justify as rivers of her juices coated his slacks. But she really couldn’t think of the proper words right now. Fuck Dominus and her traitor of a body.

He thrust even deeper into her, his cock finally pressing past her tight cervix making it stretch around the head as he entered her womb.

“We can’t let them know, we already discussed this,” she begged him.

How is it so hard for him to understand, and how is it so hard for her to think when he is taking her so roughly like this?

Curses, she is enjoying this more than she should. Oh gods, she missed him so.

Being away from him for a week when they have done this every single day prior simply made her so hungry for his touch.

The calls they made every day when he would instruct her how to touch herself, looking at her from the other side of the screen as she complied. All those things pale in comparison to being taken by him so roughly this way. She missed this so.

“And why is that? To keep your options open, huh?” his jealousy just fueled the intensity of his lust as he pounded deep inside her core.

His kisses turned into rough bites as he sucked and bit her on her neck, the very same spot where he marked her years ago, leaving a trail of blood dripping down her cleavage.

“This feels so good,” she mumbles as she nuzzled into his neck, already losing the battle against her own desires.

“Of course, honey, see what I mean? You are my perfect little baby girl. And you’ll feel better when you stop fighting me. Daddy knows what’s best for you, honey. Now tell daddy, how you really feel,” he commanded her, making her blush.

“Dadddyyy... I missed you so fucking bad,” she confessed, kissing him as she parted open her lips, sliding her tongue inside his mouth.

Dominus started to fight for control as he tasted more of her, his cruel tongue dancing around hers. He sucked on her tongue, making more of her saliva drip down her neck.

Fuck, he really will make a mess out of her. She wanted to protest but all that came out of her lips are moans of pleasure as he pushed his cock deeper into her core.

“Dominus!” she cried out his name as he started pounding against her womb, making little bulges inside of her.

He knows all of her weak spots, how roughly she wanted to be taken, the words she needed to hear to make her blood simmer with lust. He knows what secretly turns her on.

It scares her sometimes the way he can easily turn her into an unthinking mess. This is already such a humiliation.

At the same time, it is a beautiful kind of surrender. She knows she is beyond repair, having these conflicting thoughts and knowing which side of her always wins in the end.

Dominus smiled satisfactorily as he plunged deeper into her, giving her some sort of a reprieve as he looked at her eyes, teary-eyed as she cried for release.

“Not yet, baby. Hold it in a bit more. You shouldn’t come for daddy until he tells you to. Unless you want to be punished for being a bad girl. You know what daddy does to bratty little whores,” he whispered as he pulled out of her just to slam back right inside, making her squirm on his lap and whimper.

“No, no punishments please... daddy,” she begged him. She had to, the last time he ‘punished her’ he placed a mini vibrator inside her panty and made her wear cycling shorts inside her dress, the damned vibrator was set to the maximum setting as she go about her day.

She felt tears run down her cheeks as she recalled the experience. She doesn’t want to be edged that much anymore.

It was so pleasurable and at the same time just made her so needy and sensitive. She doesn’t want to go about her day being tortured that way, so humiliated and fucking pleased at the same time.

He licked her tears and smiled softly at her, “Get up darling, I want you to hold into the table as I pound hard into you. You’ll let daddy mess you up like that, right?”

She clumsily climbed down his legs and did what she was told, facing the table and holding into the edge. “Please make a mess out of me, daddy,” she begged him, even as she blushed.

She felt warmth fill her as he stood and towered over her form, his strong arms bending her over the table as she felt her nipples press against the wood.

“Dadddyyyy, please fuck me,” she pleaded again, her insides churning with anticipation as she spread her legs wide.

“Of course, baby,” he slammed right back inside of her, bottoming out inside as her legs were lifted from the carpet. Their size difference is such that she is practically being lifted from the floor as he thrust hard inside of her.

Soon she was moaning out his name again, blanking out in pleasure as he caused her another seemingly endless orgasm.

He took her over and over until she was reduced to a whimpering mess, her body bruised from the intensity of their session, her mind completely blanked out, and her dress ruined with cum dripping down her legs.

He leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead as he whispered, “Let’s do it more later. You’ll sleep in my bed tonight.”

She giggled and sobbed as her fingers finally let go of the edge of the table. She sighed when she felt her body lifted and carried in his arms.

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He wrapped her in blankets and held her on his lap, kissing her hair over and over as they curled up on the sofa. “I trust you have no objections to coming home with me tonight.”

She giggled and circled her arms around his neck, “None at all, daddy.”