There's a body on this draco

"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.

He moved slow having his knee climbing up on the against the mattress beside her, fingers tracing the slope of her collarbone, down over the swell of her breast. His thumb found her nipple through the fabric and circled.

Then she guided his hand lower...

The heat of her met his palm first, radiating through the thin fabric of her panties, already soaked through and clinging to her folds. He could feel how wet she was, the damp fabric giving way beneath his fingers, and a low, animalistic grunt escapes his chest before he could stop it. His thumb pressed against her, tracing the outline of her through the soaked material, and his vision blurred at the edges as he, without knowing it, draws his lip in between his teeth.

"Jesus," he breathed, rough and barely controlled just from feeling the mess she he was making of her.

His free hand reaches for hers attempting to take it so he might guide it down to the front of his pants, pressing her palm over the dark, spreading damp spot where precum had already leaked through, his cock fully hard and straining, thick enough to distort the seam of his pants leg. He bucked into her touch, a groan tearing out of him.

"And this is what you do to me." His voice was barely more than a growl, hips rolling into her hand. "You make me so damn crazy."

His fingers slipped beneath her underwear, sliding through her slick heat, and the sound of how wet she was was audible, her sopping pussy making the sweetest sounds that makes his mouth water He leaned down closer, forehead dropping to her hers, breath coming fast.

"Laura." Her name came out wrecked, almost like a plea though he wasn't begging yet. His thumb found her clit, circling slow, but the feel of the tiny bud on his finger makes him want to feel her all over his mouth and to gue. "You're- fuck, you're dripping."