He knows everything. Those golden eyes glisten as he watches me with a narrow stare. Lifting a hand, he reaches for me. “Look at me, baby girl,” he coos with affection, which I didn’t expect, and I can’t help lifting my eyes to meet his.

“Are you going to leave me?” My question is immature. It’s childish and I wish I could swallow it back up. But I can’t. My insecurities rear their ugly heads each time I think of the past. Perhaps one day it will finally stop and I’ll be a normal girl. A woman. But when I’m in Eli’s arms, curled in his lap like this, I’m not a woman, I’m his toy. And some may see that as an immature act. They may see me as weak for needing him, but it’s not weakness, it’s strength that allows me to follow my heart. It’s power that I have that binds me to him. We’re tethered and I’d have it no other way.

“Why would I do something stupid like that?” he questions, his mouth quirking into a smirk. “I told you, Toy, you’re mine now.” His hand trails over my thigh, sneaking its way under the skirt I’m wearing. When he reaches the apex between my thighs, I can’t stop the mewl that falls from my lips. He strokes my panties, feeling the wet spot he’s caused with his expert touch.

“Daddy,” I whimper when his index finger slips below the material and teases my bare lips. Easily slipping into my core, he pumps one digit slowly, torturously, in and out.

“Do you want Daddy’s cock inside you, Toy?” he growls, his voice is low and husky. Thick and smooth like a malt whiskey.

“Yes.” My response is a whimper, which earns me a harsh swat on my ass. His big hands grip the fleshy globes of my ass, squeezing hard.

“Respect, little Toy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur, rubbing my hand over the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the feel of his hardness.

“Tell me, beautiful. Give me those dirty words,” he orders adamantly.

“I want your cock in my pussy, Daddy, please?” I beg like I know he loves. Suddenly, I’m lifted off his lap and placed on the desk. People talking right outside his door send a shudder of apprehension and excitement through me.

“Bend over the desk, lift your skirt over your hips, I want to see those pretty holes.” Leaning over the dark wooden desktop with my cheek on the cool surface, I reach for the hem of my skirt, tugging it up and over my hips. His fingers hook on the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my trembling thighs. Eli moves with controlled precision, which leaves me aching, nervous, yet turned on like never before. I know he’ll never hurt me. I’m sure that as much as he’s dying to ravage me like an animal, he’s not. Holding onto the restraint of the Dominant I know he is, he moves behind me silently, like a predator.

A soft groan falls from his lips and reaches my ears, as he presses his thick erection against the globes of my ass. As he tugs my hair, pulling my head back, he meets my gaze with a heated stare. “Open your mouth,” he commands gruffly. When I obey, and part my lips, he stuffs my panties in my mouth and grins when I regard him in shock. “I need you quiet.” A smirk curls his lips, dark, delicious, and so damn sinful my clit pulses.

Watching him over my shoulder, I hear the belt buckle clink and I know I’m in for it now. In one swift thrust, he’s inside me, fully seated. Whimpers fall from my lips, but he doesn’t relent. His hips slap against the flesh of my ass, big hands grip the cheeks hard, making me moan into the material. He opens me to his gaze, I feel him thicken inside me and it feels as if I’m about to black out from pleasure.

“You’re fucking perfect. You’ve always been.” He grunts with each word as he plunges into me. The head of his cock strokes against that perfect spot inside me that has sparks going off behind my lids. My hands fight for purchase on the wooden desk, but the violence he’s fucking me with won’t allow me to hold on.

I can’t answer, I can only give him my soft sounds. The same sounds I know that turn him into a feral animal. His hand reaches for my long hair, gripping it in a tight fist as he tugs me back. “Arch your body for me, Toy.” The words are hissed in a low murmur. “You feel how my cock fucks you?” He knows I’m unable to answer, but he tugs my head when I don’t nod. “It’s because your cunt is mine. Your pert little ass, that’s mine too. And soon, I’ll take your heart, I swear to you.” His vow has my core pulsing around him, tightening, sucking him into my body where I need him most. “That’s it, baby. Milk my dick inside you. Take all my cum deep inside you. Soon you’ll have my baby, and then I’ll bind you to me forever.” His words are final. They cause my heart to slam against my ribcage, thudding so hard I’m sure it’s about to fight its way out of my chest. There’s no disputing that this man is mine as much as I am his. He wants forever, and I’ll give it to him.

Everything he says soothes the aches and agony in my heart and mind. His promise is something I never thought I’d get. As his free hand snakes its way between the cheeks of my ass, his fingers taunt the tight hole.

He no longer asks permission because he owns me. Two fingers slip into the forbidden entrance, scissoring me open, loosening me for his thick cock. “Come for me, baby. Come on Daddy’s cock,” he orders in a feral grunt in my ear, which sends me into the darkest abyss of euphoria.

My eyes are shut so tight, all I see is white lights. My nails dig into the desk, my toes curl and my body shudders as I drain his cock with my pussy. Before I have time to grasp what’s happening, he’s pulled out of me and slammed into my ass. My screech is muffled by the material. Suddenly, the door flies open and my eyes snap to Oliver in the doorway smirking at the scene before him.

He shuts us in the office, his back against the wooden door watching me get fucked hard. “Aren’t you a pretty sight.” His low gravelly tone reminds me of brandy, thick and syrupy. My eyes widen when he pushes his zipper down and takes himself out, stroking the thick angry erection as his gaze zeroes in on Eli taking my ass hard.

“I’m so fucking close, Toy,” the grunt from behind me, comes harshly. My body once again tries to leap from the edge, but I need to wait. The order needs to come from Eli. The two men stare at each other as I’m tugged back by my hair once more. “Look at him, Toy. He loves watching you get fucked.”

Whimpers, moans, and mewls are all I’m capable of. The depravity and pleasure sate my hunger and a hand finds my clit at that moment. The man before me is smirking sinfully. Dark and filthy. Being watched like this sends me into another wave of pleasure I never knew I could feel. It’s wrong, taboo, but so sensual and erotic at the same time.

“Come for us, Giana,” Oliver urges. His hand a blur, up and down, stroking, jerking his cock faster. Biting down on the material that’s stifling my voice, I cry out as tears stream from my face and both men howl in satisfaction as Eli shoots his release deep in my ass, while Oliver comes all over his fist.