Reward

Quinn

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "I'll stay, Lachlan. I'll write your memoir. But I have conditions."

A slow smile spread across his face, and he stood up, coming around the desk to stand in front of me. "Name them," he said, his voice a low rumble.

"I want complete creative control," I began, my voice steady. "I want to be able to write the story as I see fit, without interference from you or anyone else."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Done. What else?"

"I want access to everything," I continued. "All your records, your files, your personal correspondence. I want to be able to interview anyone I choose, without restriction."

He hesitated for a moment, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. Then, he nodded again. "Agreed. But in return, I have a condition of my own."

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"You have to trust me, Quinn," he said, his voice serious. "You have to trust that I have your best interests at heart, and that I'm not trying to manipulate you or control you. You have to believe that what I'm offering is genuine, and that I want what's best for you. All I want is to take care of you, in every way."

I studied him for a long moment, searching his eyes for any sign of deceit. But all I saw was sincerity, and a deep, burning desire that matched my own.

"I trust you, Lachlan," I said softly, the words feeling like a vow.

His eyes flashed with triumph, and before I knew it, he had pulled me into his arms, his lips crashing down onto mine. I melted into him, all thoughts of resistance and boundaries fading away as his tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me, branding me as his own.

I moaned into his mouth, the taste of him like a drug on my tongue. My hands tangled in his hair as I pressed myself against him, needing to get closer. I could feel his thick, hard length insistent against my stomach, and I knew that I wanted him, needed him, with an intensity that was almost frightening.

He broke away from the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Quinn," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I need you. Right here, right now." His eyes held mine, unyielding and filled with a raw hunger that seemed to teeter on the edge of control.

"Strip for me," he ordered, his voice a low, commanding growl that sent a shiver down my spine. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a flush of embarrassment mixed with a rush of excitement at the thought of exposing myself completely to him.

His eyes held mine, unyielding and filled with a raw hunger that seemed to teeter on the edge of control. "Do as I say, leannan," he murmured, his tone softening slightly, but no less commanding. "I want to see all of you."

I nodded, unable to speak, my entire body throbbing with desire, hot and sudden. Taking a shuddering breath, I began to comply, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the top button of my sundress. I watched his gaze follow my every movement, his eyes darkening with each inch of skin that was revealed. When the dress dropped to the floor in a puddle at my bare feet, the intensity of his stare sent a surge of heat through me, igniting a fire deep within my core.

Without taking his eyes from my body, He stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine as he started to unbuckle his belt. "Turn around and bend over the desk," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

I hesitated for only a moment, my mouth suddenly dry, and a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. I'd never experienced anyone treating me like this, never knew how much I needed to be dominated. But, apparently I did as my pussy clenched and wept for him when he took control like this.

I turned around and leaned over the desk, the cool wood pressing against my stomach and breast, my nipples tightening in need. I could hear him unzipping his pants, the rustle of fabric as he pushed them down.

"Spread your legs wider," he ordered, his voice a low growl. I complied quickly forgetting any embarrassment I might have felt at the wetness now practically dripping down my thighs from my needy cunt. I could barely hear his next order over the pounding of my heart in my ears and he repeated his question. His hand dug into the flesh of my hips, bringing my attention back to his words. "Tell me what you want. Quinn or that greedy little pussy of yours is going to stay empty."

I whimpered at the threat, dropping my forehead to the slick, dark wood. "I want you to fuck me, Sir. Hard and fast."

He chuckled, a dark sound that sent a thrill through me. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, a ghrá. But first, you're going to beg me for it."

I took a deep breath, my body trembling with anticipation. "Please, Lachlan. Please fuck me. I need you inside me."

He leaned over me, his lips brushing against my ear. "Not good enough, my little slut. Beg like you mean it."

A moan escaped my lips, my body aching with need, my mind racing for the magic words he needed to hear. "Please, sir. Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fill me up."

Lachlan straightened up, one hand tightening on my hip, the other wrapping around my long ponytail, pulling my head back. "That's better," he growled in my ear before taking my mouth in a hard, searing kiss. As his tongue, dove into my mouth, he thrust his hard cock into me without warning, filling me completely.

I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure. He didn't give me time to adjust, instead setting a punishing pace. The sound of his balls slamming against my ass with each thrust filled the air and I couldn't control the moan of pleasure escaping my lips.

"Is this what you wanted, my little slut?" he growled, his fingers digging into my flesh. "You want to be fucked like the whore you are?"

I moaned, my body on fire with pleasure. "God, yes, sir. This is what I wanted. Fuck me like your whore. Please don't stop."

As the last word left my lips, he suddenly stopped, pulling out of me, leaving me empty and desperate. I cried out in agony. "Oh God, Lachlan. Please!"