9. Taught to Obey

Papers scattered everywhere, pens rolling onto the floor as the wood groaned under my weight.

He leaned over me with his broad and heavy frame, pinning me to the hard wood. His dark eyes burned with dangerous desire. His chest heaved against mine as his grip on my throat kept me locked in place.

"What do you think you were doing, huh?"

He pressed his thumb on the nerve of my throat, leaving me gasping for air.

"How dare you walk into my study without my permission and touch me like a whore under my own table?"

"Why?" With his palm wrapped around my throat like a snake, the words came out just as a whisper: "Did you lose your self-control? Mr. Hus..."

Before I could complete myself, he flipped me on my stomach in one brutal flip and dragged my hips to the very edge of the table. My hands flew to hold the edge as my head went disoriented for a moment.

He rolled the T-shirt up to my hips and kicked my legs wide apart. When I tried to reach back, he held both of my wrists in one of his large palms and locked them behind my back, arching my spine into a vulnerable curve.

"You want to play the slut, huh?"

I heard the harsh intake of his breath as he tried to rein in the beast thrashing inside him.

"Let me show you what girls like you deserve"

My eyes flashed red as my head snapped left, glaring at him over my shoulder. He doesn't get to call me names! And what does he mean by 'girls like me' when he's the one fucking around?

"You ass-aahhh!"

His palm landed in the middle of my butts, pushing my pelvis right into the edge of the table.

This A-grade bastard had brought me to the edge for this exact reason.

"If you aren't grateful for what I provide for you..." he spat, hooking his thick fingers into the lace waistband of my panties, "...then you don't need these either."

A loud ripping sound followed his words as he pulled my panties apart. I gasped when the cold air of the AC hit my bare skin, and the slick, hot wetness already started gathering between my thighs.

My chest heaved against the surface of the mahogany. I wanted to scream at him, to tear his throat out, but my body betrayed me. It was hyper-aware and starving for his touch. I arched against his grip, trying to find leverage, but Dante held my wrists bound behind my back like a steel vise, forcing my hips up into the edge of the table.

"Defiant," Dante rasped, his voice dropping into a dark, unhinged gravel that echoed through the empty study. "Always looking for a leverage point."

The heat was completely taking over my head, and Dante knew every single one of my weaknesses.

"Don't play with me, Dante!" I spat through clenched teeth.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest

"You were the one who started it, sweetheart. Aren't you?" He leaned down to whisper in my ear while his crotch rubbed my bare back. "I am just playing along"

He nibbled on my earlobe for a second before giving it a slow, delicious lick.

I could barely inhale and get the feeling of it before he moved the T-shirt up. The top of his finger grazed my bare back, leaving a trail of goosebumps all over my body.

"Just look at you," he purred, his hot breath fanning across my neck. "Lying on your father's enemy's desk, almost naked, soaking wet, ready to be ravished."

He thrust his crotch in between my thighs violently. A loud moan was about to pass my mouth at the contact, but my teeth came to the rescue just in time by biting down on my lower lip.

My eyes squeezed shut on their own as I felt the massive, thrumming length of his erection pressed right against my throbbing core. He was just as turned on as I was, maybe even more, but his control was terrifying.

I was holding onto the edge of the table so tightly that I could feel my knuckles turning white.

I shook my head, trying to recall every reason I hated him, every reason I was here. I was about to push him away when he himself stood back.

I could barely breathe when his palm landed on my left butt cheek.

*Smack*

My body flinched upward as I wasn't prepared for it.

The sound of his spank echoed in the whole study.

"God, you're still so skittish," he mused in dark amusement. "Like a little fawn."

I glared at him over my shoulder with pure rage. He just chuckled and spanked me once again at the same spot, turning my pink skin red, completely enjoying my situation.

And with that, he started spanking my butts as if it weren't made of flesh. With every spank, my hyper-sensitive clit rubbed against the wood.

Fuck!

I couldn't remember when the last time was that I pleasured myself. The unbearable combination of pain and dirty pleasure was driving me out of my mind.

I licked my lips and closed my eyes when his hand once again landed on my skin, this time on the inner thigh, very near to where I needed them.

I was so lost in the contact of his big, rough palm against my skin that I couldn't even keep track of how many times he spanked me.

I tried to free my wrists, assuming he might be done, but he shifted his grip on my wrists, keeping them in place while his other hand slowly slid down the curve of my hip. His fingers traced the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

My eyes shut close at the realization that I was dropping wet and he was about to be aware of that too.

He chuckled to himself and grazed his knuckles on the edge of my wet folds, teasing the heat without giving me an ounce of friction.

"Dante... please." My voice shivered.

I wanted to kill myself the moment it left my mouth.

"Please what, Clara?" He brought his knuckle closer to my clitoris, making my knees go weak. "Ravish you? Right here on this desk, hmm?"

My eyes rolled up when he grazed his knuckle slightly on my sensitive bud. My body relaxed as I gave in to the flick. Just one flick and I will be done.

And then, abruptly... his touch vanished.

This absolute bastard.

He left my wrists to grab my hair and brutally squeezed my already bruised butt with the other hand.

"If you tried to enter my territory without my permission one more time..."

My hand flew to my scalp as it hurt like hell! It seemed like he simply wanted to pull my hair out right from the scalp.

"... I will make sure you cannot sit for a week"

He let go of my hair, and my body collapsed flat onto the table.

With my almost closed eyes, I looked at him picking up my torn panties from the floor. He lifted them to his face, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath as if inhaling a drug.

A dark look crossed his features as he slipped the ruined panties into his pocket and walked out of the study, leaving me utterly starved on his desk.

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Author's Note

In this story, I am trying to come out of my comfort zone. I hope you all enjoy it. Don't forget to leave a review.

Thank you.