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Quinn

"Not so fast, my greedy little slut," he murmured in my ear, his voice laced with dark amusement as his big body leaned over mine. "You don't get to come until I say so."

I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling with unfulfilled desire. "Please, sir... I need it..." I begged, my voice a whimper.

Lachlan chuckled, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass before landing a sharp slap on my right cheek. I yelped, the sting sending a shiver through me. "You'll get it when I'm good and ready to give it to you," he growled, his voice low and dominant.

He ran a finger around my throbbing clit before sliding it down through my soaked folds and into my desperate pussy, pumping it in and out slowly, tortuously. I moaned, pushing back against his hand, seeking more friction. But he pulled out, leaving me on the edge.

"Not yet, leannan," he murmured, leaning down to kiss and bite my shoulder. "I want to hear you beg and cry for it."

He began to tease me again, his fingers tracing the outline of my pussy, but never quite touching where I needed him most. I whimpered, my hips bucking, trying to capture his touch. But he was relentless, and when his mouth and teeth took the place of his fingers, biting and sucking, my hand searched across the flat surface of the desk frantic for something to hold onto, but there was nothing.

"Please... Lachlan... please let me come..." I begged, tears stinging my eyes.

Instead of answering, he took another long lick from my clit to my hole before slapping my ass again, harder this time. "You're not in control here, Quinn," he said, his voice firm. "I am. And you'll come when I allow it."

Before another cry left my lips, he scooped me up and flipped me onto my back. His powerful body looming over me, while he shoved my thighs apart. His lips and chin were covered in my juices and I could taste myself as his tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me. It drove me wild and I wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him closer, but instead, he raised up on his arms and searched my face, which I was sure was red and sweaty with need.

"You want to come, don't you, pet?" he asked, his steely grey eyes locked onto mine.

"Yes, sir... please..." I whimpered, tears pricking with unresolved need.

He smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Then beg for it properly."

"Please, sir, please let me come..." I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks now. "I need it... I need you..."

Instead of answering, he began nipping and kissing down my neck, across my collar bones, until he reached my breasts. My back arched as he captured one of my nipples in his mouth and bit down before soothing the bite with a swirl of his tongue. I screamed, the pain and pleasure mixing and pushing me even closer to the edge. But he pulled back again, denying me release.

"Not good enough, my pet," he growled, his fingers trailing down my body, until he reached the apex of my thighs, circling my clit but never touching it. "Beg like you mean it."

"Please, sir... I'm begging you... please make me come..." I sobbed, my body trembling with desperation. "I'll do anything."

He chuckled darkly, his fingers finally touching my clit, rubbing it gently. I gasped, the pleasure almost too much to bear. But just as I began spiraling up, he pinched it hard at the base, cutting off the blood flow and stopping my orgasm in its tracks.

"No..." I cried out, tears streaming down my face. My body continued to spiral, however, every muscle continuing to tense until I was shaking uncontrollably. A groan from deep in my chest escaped my lips. "Please... please let me come..." I begged, my voice unrecognizable to myself.

He released my clit, the blood rushing back in and sending a wave of intense pleasure through me causing my body to buck. I cried out in expected relief but still he didn't let me come. Instead, he began to tease me again, his fingers tracing the outline of my pussy, his mouth and teeth trailing over my skin, biting and sucking, driving me wild with need.

I was a writhing, sobbing mess, my body convulsing with the need to orgasm. But he was relentless, his touch firm and demanding, his voice a low purr in my ear.

"You're so close, aren't you, my little whore?" he murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of my pussy, his breath hot on my skin. "I can feel you trembling... you're right on the edge..."

He pulled back, putting his slick wet fingers to my mouth. "Suck them, Quinn. Taste how needy you are." I did as he commanded and moaned around his thick fingers as they pumped in and out of my mouth. My brain short-circuited with the new sensation and I whimpered in longing as he slid them from my mouth.

Licking myself from my own lips, I begged again. "Please, sir. I can't take any more. Please, please..."

A slap to my pussy sent a shockwave through me. "Yes, you can," he growled. "You can take whatever I give you. And you'll come when I tell you to."

With that, he buried his face between my thighs and began devouring me like a starved man, his tongue spearing into my weeping, needy channel as he lapped up my juices while being careful to never touch the swollen bundle of nerves I was so desperate for him to feast on.

"You're mine, Quinn," he growled, his voice possessive and dominant. "Your pleasure belongs to me. Say it."

"Yours, Lachlan. I only belong to you."

I felt his smile against the over sensitized skin of my pussy before I heard the words I had been begging for. "Now, leannan. Come for me." With that his lips wrapped around my clit, and I shattered.

My body convulsed with the force of my orgasm, my screams echoing through the room. He held my thighs tightly, his lips continuing to suck my swollen, throbbing bud wringing my orgasm out of me as I continued to thrash and cry for so long I had begun to think it would never end; that Lachlan had broken something inside me and this was how I was going to die but at that moment, I couldn't seem to care.

When I finally began to come down, I began to hear his voice as a low purr in my ear as he whispered praise and promises of more to come, a stark contrast to the commanding growls he had used to drive me to the edge of insanity only moments before.

"That's it, leannan, good girl," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "You're so beautiful when you let go, when you surrender to me completely." I slowly realized that he had picked me up at some point and I was snuggled into his lap in one of his oversized office chairs. His fingers gently traced the curves of my body, petting me, and sending shivers of aftershocks through me.

I looked up into his eyes, seeing a mixture of tenderness and raw, possessive hunger. His gaze held mine captive, drawing me in, making me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in his world.

"You did so well, Quinn," he continued, his voice a velvet caress. "You took everything I gave you and begged for more. You're perfect, absolutely perfect." His lips brushed against my temple, soft and tender, a stark contrast to the fierce, dominating kisses we had shared earlier.

His praise sent a warm glow spreading through me, filling me with a sense of belonging and acceptance that I had never experienced before. I felt cherished, adored, and utterly consumed by this enigmatic man.

"I want all of you, a chroí," he said, his voice dropping to a low, intense rumble. "I want to explore every facet of you, every secret, every desire. I want to show you a world you never knew existed, a world where you can be free to be yourself, to let go of all your inhibitions and fears. To be unstoppable."

His words painted a picture of a future that was both terrifying and exhilarating. A world where I was his, completely and utterly, where I could lose myself in the intensity of our connection without reservation. And at that moment, I wanted that world more than anything.