CHAPTER 9

　GOD HELP ME!

TIARA

He didn't, however, stop there. Not by a long shot. He wanted to keep torturing people. To be really honest, I also wanted it to happen.

He bent his wrist, pressed his palm on my tummy, and then moved his hand past the lace of my panties and beneath the waistline of my jeans. The feeling was crazy.?

I strained against his hand while my head was drooping. He gently parted my swollen pussy and ran his fingers along the edge of my entrance, but he avoided touching my bloated clit, which was where I most wanted him.

I tried to bring him closer to me by catching his hand between my thighs out of pure desire. But at the last second, he backed off and drew closer to my ear, whispering.

“Beg me to take you,” he whispered. My limbs reverberated with the roughness of his voice. “Beg me to fuck you while you’re bent over the desk”?

Since my mind was no longer connected to my brain, I responded before I could even think about them.

“Yes…”