Lola is different when she comes to me tonight. The easy banter we had is gone, and she’s as rigid as a board when she walks into my office. If there’s one thing that grates on me, it’s false emotion. She tries to cover her wounds with a plastic smile, and it’s insulting that she thinks I can’t read her by now.

She brought me dinner, which she sets on the desk. When she moves to open the bag, I stop her. "That isn't what I asked for, LB."

"Right," she answers flatly.

She moves towards me and perches herself on the edge of the desk, clasping her hands together. Logic tells me that the gentlemanly thing to do in this situation is to talk to her. But again, there's that whole issue of not knowing what the fuck to say. Emotions are a sticky subject. One that’s best avoided, in my opinion. So, I will give Lola relief that’s more potent and less mind-numbing.

"Spread your legs,” I order. “I'm not going to ask you again."

She pulls up the hem of her dress and spreads her legs. It's awkward, and it shouldn’t be sexy but her fumbling around with the simplest of tasks gets me hot in a way that I can’t explain. It triggers the barbarian in me. The one who wants to take over and get shit done.

I scoot forward in my chair and gently push her back onto her elbows. Her eyes are a wild and windy sea of blue. Large and waifish, they are the loudest thing about her. Right now, they are glued to my face with more conflict than I’d like to see there. It occurs to me that not too long ago I wanted to destroy her and sentence her to a lifetime of misery. I must have been crazy, or I’ve been poisoned by feelings because now all I want to do is coax out any scrap of affection she might have for me.

The words I can’t seem to express pour out through the palms of my hands as I tour the winding curves of her figure. Her thighs are butter, and I want to spread them over every part of my body. Her hips are soft and full and belong in a gallery under lock and key. I would show her off to the world if she’d let me. I’d want everyone to know this magnificently awkward creature was mine and mine alone.

I dip my head between her legs and inhale the potency of her arousal. I’m nowhere near her panties, and already I can tell she is soaking wet for me. It doesn’t mean she’s not at war right now.

In the depths of my gut, I know it’s a war I’ll never win. Even if I had all the right things to say, our fate is already written in her eyes. She looks at me like goodbye is on the horizon. Her armor is fortifying every moment that I don’t spend with her. She doesn’t want to feel anything when she’s with me. It’s a foolish notion since I'm about to make her feel everything.

I press my nose against the lace fabric of her panties and lick her through the flimsy barrier, tasting her want for me. Lola gifts me with her soft and dirty sounds of pleasure.

"Unbutton the top," I direct her. "Show me your tits."

She does as I ask because right now she’s still my good girl. I open the drawer to my right and pull out the infamous letter opener, dragging it along her thigh. Lola's breath halts and her eyes widen when I shove it against the delicate string holding her panties together.

"Daire, those are—" I slice it in two, and she finishes on a gasp. "My favorite."

"I'll buy you more. Prettier ones."

She shuts up when I bury my tongue inside of her. I squeeze the fleshy part of her ass and lift her up, tilting her pelvis towards my face. Lola falls back onto the solid oak, and there’s no stopping what we’ve started now. Clutter from the desk crashes to the floor. I tweak her nipples and nibble on her pussy. Her fingers twine in my hair, pushing and pulling and mussing while she thrashes against me.

"Adrian," she whimpers.

I lick all the way up her pussy in one broad stroke and then bite her thigh. Lola cries out, and she should know better. I do it again. "Have you been a good girl today, LB?"

"Yes!"

My dirty little deviant really wants to come.

"No need to shout, poppet. Now act like a lady and ride my face.”

She hesitates, opening her heavy eyes to look up at me. Admittedly her insecurities are tiresome. A reprimand is on my lips, but ultimately her eagerness to please is in my favor. She wraps her legs around my shoulders and crosses her ankles at the back, forcing my face between her thighs. And then she rides my face like every dirty fantasy I've ever had.

It’s the most unrestrained I've ever seen her. She needed this, and sometimes my instincts are right. When she comes like I've just performed an exorcism on her, I give myself a mental pat on the back.

She is lifeless and spent when I extricate my face from between her thighs and position her limbs in a fashion that’s visually appealing to me. Legs spread, pussy bare. She’s too tired to fight, and right now she looks like a half used blow up doll, partially deflated. I remove my tie and secure her wrists to one of the drawer handles on my desk.

"Daire?"

“Shhh. Don’t think. Just do what I want. It’s easy, remember?”

I wad up the panties I removed from her earlier and shove them into her mouth. Her eyes are saucers, and I wink at her when I slide the tape dispenser across the desk and tear off a few pieces, securing them over her lips. The purpose of this is more practical than anything, but the added bonus is watching her squirm and foolishly yank against her restraints.

“I wasn’t a boy scout.” I stroke her cheek and unzip my pants. “But I do know how to tie a knot.”

She mumbles around the material in her mouth, probably feeling somewhat confused by how much she likes the degradation I serve her. Poor little Lola. I wouldn't have to take such drastic measures if I didn't think she'd try to run out on me again when I finish. Tonight, we’re done when I say we’re done. And I have no intentions of allowing her to slip through my fingers until she's been fucked so good and hard she’ll remember me every time she tries to sit down tomorrow.

I flip her over and drag her ass off the edge of my desk. My fingers creep up her spine to grab a handful of her hair as I enter her. My other hand gets swallowed up between the cheeks of her obscene ass. I squish it and jiggle it and smack it a few times. If someday ever comes and I get the chance, I’ll eat off of it. Strawberries and chocolate and champagne.

My trousers are barely undone. My cock is so swollen it hurts. And this first round is not going to be nearly enough to deflate it. It'll be quick and dirty and rough. I tell her as much as I squeeze the fat head of my cock into her tiny opening. A gentleman would give her a few pumps to warm up and stretch out. I can’t be a gentleman right now, and Lola knows better than to expect such things of me anyway. The desk jars forward on impact when I thrust into her. Lola makes an unintelligible sound, and I do it again.

And again.

And again.

My eyes slam shut, and I get lost in the feeling of her warmth.

My hip bones prod her plump ass with every push. My balls slap her pussy, and she whines. Her sloppy wetness drips down my cock and my thighs, and it's so goddamn hot I can't last.

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Balls deep, I drive it home and unload my cock inside of her. It lasts forever, and there’s so much it starts to drip out. But I leave my dick tucked into her warmth and massage her back while I come down from the high.

She mumbles something I don’t care to hear. I have no time for her weak excuses. She’ll try to tell me she has to leave, she has things to do. But the only thing on her to do list tonight is getting fucked like her life depends on it.

I slide my fingers through her arousal and my come and then into her ass again. Two this time. And I really want to fuck her there. But not like this. I need her unbound and free to speak for that one.

It's the proper thing to do.

I reach beneath her and feel up her tits while I lean forward and inhale the scent of her hair. It gets me hard all over again. And I start thrusting all over again. Lola's undecipherable words morph into garbled sounds. I want to play with boundaries, so I spank her ass and call her a filthy whore. I tell her how dirty she is and ask if she likes the idea of being stuffed full of my come. I tell her she’s a dirty doll who’s mine for fucking. I describe vividly how I’ll choke her with my cock and fuck her up the ass and blow my load all over her back and her tits and her face, and that I'll make her keep her glasses on when I do it.

She reacts violently in the form of another orgasm. Squeezing and milking my cock like the little nympho she is.

"My, my, you are greedy," I chastise.

She grunts. And I'm torn on how I want to finish. All of my come should be inside of her, ideally. But now that I know she's on the pill, I guess it doesn't matter. So when my nuts strain so tight I can’t take it anymore, I pull out and shoot my load all over her back.

It’s a silent act, but it speaks a thousand words. She is covered in me. Claimed by me. And now she really is filthy.

Lola whines and I have to untie her now. She's going to leave again soon, but I'm not ready. I push myself back inside of her and stay there until my cock softens entirely and there's nothing left for me to do. I roll her over on the desk and stroke her cheek, brushing the hair away from her eyes. They are heavy and glassy. So different from the last time she left me. I want to know what she's thinking, but I don’t want to ask.

When I grip the edge of the tape, she pinches her brows together in anticipation. I make it quick, but it doesn't make her any more agreeable. She spits the underwear out of her mouth and glares at me.

"Daire."

"Lola."

She’s getting me hard again, and I know she knows, but she isn't having any of it.

"Untie my wrists."

"Say please."

"No.”

"Don't be a brat, LB. You need to learn to use your manners."

Her mouth falls open, and I could think of so many uses for those pouty lips right now. But I'm not so deluded that I don't know when to stop.

"Thank me for fucking you like a champion and then ask me nicely to untie you."

"You are really something else," she mutters. "You know that?"

"I didn't hear a please in that sentence."

She groans. Her cheeks bloom red, and it turns out she does have a backbone. "Fine, Daire. Thank you so much for fucking me like a maniac. Now will you please untie me?"

I wait until I’m good and ready because I can. "It could use some work. But I guess it will do for now."