"No," he said, his voice a low rumble. "That's not acceptable."

He scribbled something on a notepad with his focus unwavering. He could feel her, though. He could always feel her eyes on him.

That's not what this was though, this was about what was necessary. "I don't think you're hearing me," Salvatore started, referring to her explaining herself AND rocking her hips. He reaches his hand over to flick her ear with is finger, to give her a sharp reminder to listen. "Be still. And forget explaining yourself to me, or anyone else for that matter. You did what you did, deal with it now."

He moves the buzzing toy away from her clit, moving it down her lips and teasing her entrance, just barely dipping inside before he moves it away again. He could feel her squirming, and he didn't care, this was about the lesson, not the pleasure.

the flick to my ear stung. it was sharp. i bit my lip, hard, to keep from whining. the buzzing vibe teased my entrance, then he pulled it away. my hips jerked. i was aching, low in my belly. my pussy was leaking, still dripping down my leg.

i tried to breathe, to steady myself. his belt bit into my wrists. the desk was cold against my skin. he wanted numbers. business. i squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remember.

He leans in, mouth at her ear, voice dropping to something rough and quiet. "So you did your job. Good girl. Real impressive. And then you strut in here, fuck up my call, throw my name around like we're equals, and park your ass on my desk like that's gonna make me drop everything?" His breath ghosts her neck purposely, he was ready to lean in and suck on the skin of her neck.

He straightens up, hand sliding down her back, slowly and possessive, till he's cupping her ass. Doesn't smack it. Doesn't need to. Just holds her there, lets her feel the weight of him deciding what he's going to do with her tight little body. His crotch is brushing up against her, his pants already dampening from how wet she's gotten. "I'm always aware of how much you love me, bunny, and how much you need me." His thumb drifts lower, one slow, heavy swipe through her mess, then brings it to his mouth the taste her finally, humming deeply his satisfaction as the sweet savory taste of her pussy hits his tongue.

My thighs are trembling. actually trembling. I can feel my juices dripping down the toy, making it slick against me, and the vibration is right there, circling my clit in this lazy, evil pattern that makes my stomach flip over and over.

"I won't," i gasp out, but it sounds more like a whimper. "I won't cum, daddy, I swear." I bite my lip so hard I taste copper. My hips jerk once, just once, before I force them flat against the desk again, my cheek pressed to the cold, polished wood. i'm panting through my nose, eyes squeezed shut, counting backwards from a hundred in my head like he taught me when i get too close.

ninety-nine. ninety-eight.

the toy presses harder and is nudging my clit directly, and a sob catches in my throat.

"Daddy," I whine, turning my head to let my forehead cool on the wood, "I need you," i mumble into the desk, the words slurring together atp. "please, I want you inside me, please, daddy."

I'm dripping all over it now, all over the edge of his desk, and i don't even care. I just need him to know how sorry I am and how bad I need him. I need him to feel how wet I am, how bad i'm shaking for him, and lose control like he always does. like he has to.

"you feel so good, daddy" I whimper, trying to angle my hips just slightly, desperately, hoping he won't notice. "Your toy feels good but you're better, you're always better, please"

He feels her hips twitch, that little desperate shift, and he presses his free hand flat against her back, not hard but firm. Sal holds her there, anchors her against the desk while the toy buzzes against her soaked pussy. Then he shifts his stance, uses his knee to nudge her legs wider, spreading her open until she's completely exposed

"Now," he says, and he pulls the toy back, lets it hang heavy and thick between her legs, "how many times do you think I'm gonna tell you to be still?" He punctuates still with a wet slap of the dildo against her pussy, the thick rubber flopping hard against her swollen, sopping clit. "You think I don't feel you moving?" Slap. "You think I can't tell when you're trying to sneak your way to what you want?" Slap. The sound of it hitting her, wet and obscene, fills the quiet study, and has him starting to leak precum in his pants desperate to have his cock delivering each heavy slap to her pussy. "We can do this all day or you can be a big girl and take your punishment." Slap.

"i'll be good," i gasp out, drool making it way out of the corner of my mouth and the words tumbling over each other, not even sure if i'm lying or not. "i'll be good, daddy, i swear"

but my hips betray me. just a little shift, just trying to angle myself into the next slap, and i feel his hand press firmer against my back, holding me down, and i whine, high and desperate, because i need it, i need him, and the toy isn't enough, it will never be enough.

The leather comes loose from her wrists as Sal removes the beltand he tosses it on the desk. Without meaning to, after he notices the deep red marks on her wrists his palm brushes over the marks the belt left on her skin. Her soft skin was so warm, and had a deep red across her wrists. His thumb traces it, slowly, gently, the way you check a bruise on someone you care about.

He catches himself doing it. Jaw tightens. He'll give her plenty of aftercare so this was just another distraction.

"I need you to do better than good, what have I always told you about being half assed?" he says flatly, pulling his hand away like the softness he just showed embarrasses him. "Up. On your feet."

He grabs one of the leather chairs from in front of the desk and drags it around beside her, the legs scraping loud against the floor. He sets the dildo down on the seat, thick and black and still glistening with her mess, standing upright with the suction base fixed to the leather.

"Sit on it," he tells her, plain as anything, like he's telling her to take a seat for a meeting. He leans back against the desk, arms crossed, watching her. "All the way down."

He lets that sink in. Lets her look at the chair, at the toy, at whatever.

"dad," i whisper, weak and pathetic, not even realizing i'm already halfway across the room. my wrists are still burning, the belt marks raw, but his hand was just there for that brief, almost gentle touch and i want it again. i want more of that.

i take a step. then another. the chair is cold against the backs of my bare thighs. i turn to face him slowly, hands already trembling at my sides.

i sink down onto it.

the breath leaves me in this sharp, sweet gasp as the toy stretches me open, fills the emptiness that's been aching all this time. my legs fall open wider, trembling, because it's too deep, deeper than i remember, deep enough to steal my breath entirely. my thighs start spasming the second i'm seated.

"oh, oh my god," i breathe, hands flying to the armrests of the chair instead. i remember what he said, hands on your knees, but i can't, i can't, my hands betray me like everything else does, they grip the armrests white knuckle and my back won't go straight because the toy sits too deep inside me to let me sit properly.

i look up at him, eyes wet and glazed, my lips parted, drool still shining at the corner of my mouth. "i'm-i-i'm sitting, daddy," i manage to stutter out, voice cracking. "i'm sitting on it, i did what you said, i" my hips shift. just barely. involuntary. chasing the fullness, trying to feel it move inside me.

"No," he said, his voice a low rumble. "That's not acceptable."

He scribbled something on a notepad with his focus unwavering. He could feel her, though. He could always feel her eyes on him.

That's not what this was though, this was about what was necessary. "I don't think you're hearing me," Salvatore started, referring to her explaining herself AND rocking her hips. He reaches his hand over to flick her ear with is finger, to give her a sharp reminder to listen. "Be still. And forget explaining yourself to me, or anyone else for that matter. You did what you did, deal with it now."

He moves the buzzing toy away from her clit, moving it down her lips and teasing her entrance, just barely dipping inside before he moves it away again. He could feel her squirming, and he didn't care, this was about the lesson, not the pleasure.

the flick to my ear stung. it was sharp. i bit my lip, hard, to keep from whining. the buzzing vibe teased my entrance, then he pulled it away. my hips jerked. i was aching, low in my belly. my pussy was leaking, still dripping down my leg.

i tried to breathe, to steady myself. his belt bit into my wrists. the desk was cold against my skin. he wanted numbers. business. i squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remember.

He leans in, mouth at her ear, voice dropping to something rough and quiet. "So you did your job. Good girl. Real impressive. And then you strut in here, fuck up my call, throw my name around like we're equals, and park your ass on my desk like that's gonna make me drop everything?" His breath ghosts her neck purposely, he was ready to lean in and suck on the skin of her neck.

He straightens up, hand sliding down her back, slowly and possessive, till he's cupping her ass. Doesn't smack it. Doesn't need to. Just holds her there, lets her feel the weight of him deciding what he's going to do with her tight little body. His crotch is brushing up against her, his pants already dampening from how wet she's gotten. "I'm always aware of how much you love me, bunny, and how much you need me." His thumb drifts lower, one slow, heavy swipe through her mess, then brings it to his mouth the taste her finally, humming deeply his satisfaction as the sweet savory taste of her pussy hits his tongue.

My thighs are trembling. actually trembling. I can feel my juices dripping down the toy, making it slick against me, and the vibration is right there, circling my clit in this lazy, evil pattern that makes my stomach flip over and over.

"I won't," i gasp out, but it sounds more like a whimper. "I won't cum, daddy, I swear." I bite my lip so hard I taste copper. My hips jerk once, just once, before I force them flat against the desk again, my cheek pressed to the cold, polished wood. i'm panting through my nose, eyes squeezed shut, counting backwards from a hundred in my head like he taught me when i get too close.

ninety-nine. ninety-eight.

the toy presses harder and is nudging my clit directly, and a sob catches in my throat.

"Daddy," I whine, turning my head to let my forehead cool on the wood, "I need you," i mumble into the desk, the words slurring together atp. "please, I want you inside me, please, daddy."

I'm dripping all over it now, all over the edge of his desk, and i don't even care. I just need him to know how sorry I am and how bad I need him. I need him to feel how wet I am, how bad i'm shaking for him, and lose control like he always does. like he has to.

"you feel so good, daddy" I whimper, trying to angle my hips just slightly, desperately, hoping he won't notice. "Your toy feels good but you're better, you're always better, please"

He feels her hips twitch, that little desperate shift, and he presses his free hand flat against her back, not hard but firm. Sal holds her there, anchors her against the desk while the toy buzzes against her soaked pussy. Then he shifts his stance, uses his knee to nudge her legs wider, spreading her open until she's completely exposed

"Now," he says, and he pulls the toy back, lets it hang heavy and thick between her legs, "how many times do you think I'm gonna tell you to be still?" He punctuates still with a wet slap of the dildo against her pussy, the thick rubber flopping hard against her swollen, sopping clit. "You think I don't feel you moving?" Slap. "You think I can't tell when you're trying to sneak your way to what you want?" Slap. The sound of it hitting her, wet and obscene, fills the quiet study, and has him starting to leak precum in his pants desperate to have his cock delivering each heavy slap to her pussy. "We can do this all day or you can be a big girl and take your punishment." Slap.

"i'll be good," i gasp out, drool making it way out of the corner of my mouth and the words tumbling over each other, not even sure if i'm lying or not. "i'll be good, daddy, i swear"

but my hips betray me. just a little shift, just trying to angle myself into the next slap, and i feel his hand press firmer against my back, holding me down, and i whine, high and desperate, because i need it, i need him, and the toy isn't enough, it will never be enough.

"No," he said, his voice a low rumble. "That's not acceptable."

He scribbled something on a notepad with his focus unwavering. He could feel her, though. He could always feel her eyes on him.

That's not what this was though, this was about what was necessary. "I don't think you're hearing me," Salvatore started, referring to her explaining herself AND rocking her hips. He reaches his hand over to flick her ear with is finger, to give her a sharp reminder to listen. "Be still. And forget explaining yourself to me, or anyone else for that matter. You did what you did, deal with it now."

He moves the buzzing toy away from her clit, moving it down her lips and teasing her entrance, just barely dipping inside before he moves it away again. He could feel her squirming, and he didn't care, this was about the lesson, not the pleasure.

the flick to my ear stung. it was sharp. i bit my lip, hard, to keep from whining. the buzzing vibe teased my entrance, then he pulled it away. my hips jerked. i was aching, low in my belly. my pussy was leaking, still dripping down my leg.

i tried to breathe, to steady myself. his belt bit into my wrists. the desk was cold against my skin. he wanted numbers. business. i squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remember.

He leans in, mouth at her ear, voice dropping to something rough and quiet. "So you did your job. Good girl. Real impressive. And then you strut in here, fuck up my call, throw my name around like we're equals, and park your ass on my desk like that's gonna make me drop everything?" His breath ghosts her neck purposely, he was ready to lean in and suck on the skin of her neck.

He straightens up, hand sliding down her back, slowly and possessive, till he's cupping her ass. Doesn't smack it. Doesn't need to. Just holds her there, lets her feel the weight of him deciding what he's going to do with her tight little body. His crotch is brushing up against her, his pants already dampening from how wet she's gotten. "I'm always aware of how much you love me, bunny, and how much you need me." His thumb drifts lower, one slow, heavy swipe through her mess, then brings it to his mouth the taste her finally, humming deeply his satisfaction as the sweet savory taste of her pussy hits his tongue.

My thighs are trembling. actually trembling. I can feel my juices dripping down the toy, making it slick against me, and the vibration is right there, circling my clit in this lazy, evil pattern that makes my stomach flip over and over.

"I won't," i gasp out, but it sounds more like a whimper. "I won't cum, daddy, I swear." I bite my lip so hard I taste copper. My hips jerk once, just once, before I force them flat against the desk again, my cheek pressed to the cold, polished wood. i'm panting through my nose, eyes squeezed shut, counting backwards from a hundred in my head like he taught me when i get too close.

ninety-nine. ninety-eight.

the toy presses harder and is nudging my clit directly, and a sob catches in my throat.

"Daddy," I whine, turning my head to let my forehead cool on the wood, "I need you," i mumble into the desk, the words slurring together atp. "please, I want you inside me, please, daddy."

I'm dripping all over it now, all over the edge of his desk, and i don't even care. I just need him to know how sorry I am and how bad I need him. I need him to feel how wet I am, how bad i'm shaking for him, and lose control like he always does. like he has to.

"you feel so good, daddy" I whimper, trying to angle my hips just slightly, desperately, hoping he won't notice. "Your toy feels good but you're better, you're always better, please"

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

"Plenty fit, huh?" he teased, keeping an arm around her for a moment longer. "Looks like you've gone soft."

She felt soft, too, something he became far too aware of with her pressed against him. His laughter faded slightly before he loosened his hold and stepped around her, beginning the trek down the hill.

He carried her farther between the trees, deeper into the forest, and after a few minutes, he slowed and glanced around with an exaggerated frown.

"Sure, Danny. I'm the one who can't be trusted."

She folded her arms, waiting a few seconds before calling after him. "You know I can still hear you, right?"

When he didn't answer, she glanced around at the unfamiliar woods, her confidence slipping just enough to make her hesitate. He was obviously playing, but that didn't make her feel any better about being left behind.

Keeping low, he circled wide around the clearing, using the trees to conceal his route until he was behind her again. Only once he was certain she hadn't noticed did he pull the wolf mask over his face, adjusting it as he crept closer.

"Danny!" She pressed a hand to her chest, heart pounding as recognition hit her. "You absolute asshole."

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

"Plenty fit, huh?" he teased, keeping an arm around her for a moment longer. "Looks like you've gone soft."

She felt soft, too, something he became far too aware of with her pressed against him. His laughter faded slightly before he loosened his hold and stepped around her, beginning the trek down the hill.

He carried her farther between the trees, deeper into the forest, and after a few minutes, he slowed and glanced around with an exaggerated frown.

"Sure, Danny. I'm the one who can't be trusted."

She folded her arms, waiting a few seconds before calling after him. "You know I can still hear you, right?"

When he didn't answer, she glanced around at the unfamiliar woods, her confidence slipping just enough to make her hesitate. He was obviously playing, but that didn't make her feel any better about being left behind.

"Danny!" She pressed a hand to her chest, heart pounding as recognition hit her. "You absolute asshole."

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

"Plenty fit, huh?" he teased, keeping an arm around her for a moment longer. "Looks like you've gone soft."

She felt soft, too, something he became far too aware of with her pressed against him. His laughter faded slightly before he loosened his hold and stepped around her, beginning the trek down the hill.

He carried her farther between the trees, deeper into the forest, and after a few minutes, he slowed and glanced around with an exaggerated frown.

"Sure, Danny. I'm the one who can't be trusted."

She folded her arms, waiting a few seconds before calling after him. "You know I can still hear you, right?"

When he didn't answer, she glanced around at the unfamiliar woods, her confidence slipping just enough to make her hesitate. He was obviously playing, but that didn't make her feel any better about being left behind.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

"Plenty fit, huh?" he teased, keeping an arm around her for a moment longer. "Looks like you've gone soft."

She felt soft, too, something he became far too aware of with her pressed against him. His laughter faded slightly before he loosened his hold and stepped around her, beginning the trek down the hill.

He carried her farther between the trees, deeper into the forest, and after a few minutes, he slowed and glanced around with an exaggerated frown.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

"Plenty fit, huh?" he teased, keeping an arm around her for a moment longer. "Looks like you've gone soft."

She felt soft, too, something he became far too aware of with her pressed against him. His laughter faded slightly before he loosened his hold and stepped around her, beginning the trek down the hill.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

"Right. Your very important college life," he teased, keeping his grin in place as he faced forward again. It was easier than admitting how strange it still felt to have her back, or how quickly he'd fallen into their old rhythm despite all the time between them. When she'd left after high school, he'd known she was doing what she was supposed to do. That hadn't made watching her go any easier.

It was easier to dismiss him then admit there were times she'd felt if leaving had changed things between them in ways she couldn't undo. She'd missed him, more than she'd ever said out loud, but standing beside him now made those years apart feel insignificant.

She bumped his shoulder in return before looking ahead, her brows pulling together. Nothing about this direction felt familiar anymore.

She studied the path again, searching for anything that might make her remember. Leaving town hadn't erased her childhood, but college had filled her head with new places and people until some of the older details had started to blur. That didn't mean they mattered any less.

"I remember us being out here," she said dismissively, unwilling to let his disappointment settle too heavily between them. "I just don't remember what was so important about it."

"And I'm not telling you." He held her gaze for a moment before turning away, forcing himself to keep walking. If she remembered when they got there, maybe it would mean the place had mattered to her too. If she didn't... Well he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

"Right. Your very important college life," he teased, keeping his grin in place as he faced forward again. It was easier than admitting how strange it still felt to have her back, or how quickly he'd fallen into their old rhythm despite all the time between them. When she'd left after high school, he'd known she was doing what she was supposed to do. That hadn't made watching her go any easier.

It was easier to dismiss him then admit there were times she'd felt if leaving had changed things between them in ways she couldn't undo. She'd missed him, more than she'd ever said out loud, but standing beside him now made those years apart feel insignificant.

She bumped his shoulder in return before looking ahead, her brows pulling together. Nothing about this direction felt familiar anymore.

She studied the path again, searching for anything that might make her remember. Leaving town hadn't erased her childhood, but college had filled her head with new places and people until some of the older details had started to blur. That didn't mean they mattered any less.

"I remember us being out here," she said dismissively, unwilling to let his disappointment settle too heavily between them. "I just don't remember what was so important about it."