At first I thought it was a mistake.
The thick head of his cock, hot and slick, slipped between my thighs instead of inside me. My breath hitched as it dragged along my swollen clit, sliding so easily through the mess I'd already made. I gasped, jerking against the desk when he did it again. And again.
Yup it was definitely not a mistake. The bastard was doing it on purpose.
"Kael—" My voice cracked, half-plea, half-warning.
He pressed down harder, the friction was rough and perfect, rubbing me until my knees shook and I was teetering on another orgasm. My bound wrists pulled uselessly at the belt behind my back. I couldn't stop him. Couldn't do anything but whimper as the tip of his dick nudged and dragged against me, coating himself in me.
Then his hand wrapped around my throat again, squeezing just enough to steal my next breath. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.
