Chapter 9

The day was going as expected as always bit I was on front desk duty in front of Damien’s office. I was trying my best to get my work done and not thinking about Damien or the way he had looked this morning when he demanded I sit at the desk.

I was focused on the documents in front of me, sorting through them where I heard someone’s footsteps approaching. I looked up and saw it was the woman from the other day- Becca, she was looking as confident as always and had on a very expensive outfit and her cologne screamed luxury too so I knew she was rich. She barely spared me a glance as she disappeared into Damien’s office without knocking.

I rolled my eyes. Becca had been circling Damien for weeks now, her flirtation as obvious as her too-tight pencil skirts. Not that it mattered to me. I didn’t care who Damien moved around with- it wasn’t like it bothered me anyways.

At least, that was what I kept telling myself.

About theory minutes later, Becca walked out of the office looking… well disheveled. Her hair looked like hands had ran through it a lot of time, her lipstick was smudged and her dress looked crumbled and he cleavage was more open that it was when she entered the office. She had a smug smile on her face as she walked past me and headed to the elevator.

I kept looking at her walk away with a mix of disgust, anger and… jealousy? I had no idea. When she got disappeared down the hallway, I got up before I could stop myself, closed the documents I was going through and walked into Damien’s office without bothering to knock.

He was seated at his desk with the same calm expression on his face, his attention on the laptop in front of him. He didn’t look away from the laptop or acknowledge me as I walked in further and that only added to my anger.

“Are you sleeping with Becca too?” I asked with disgust, the words came out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

His body became rigid and he stopped typing before he turned to look at me. His expression was cold and I could see his jaw tightening as he stared at me.

“Excuse you?” He said in a cold and dangerous voice.

“What? You’re deaf now?” I asked him as I crossed my arms across my chest. “Is she one of your many… play things?”

He didn’t answer me and the room fell into a thick and suffocating silence. Suddenly, he leaned back into his chair with his eyes still focused on mine. “I don’t appreciate your attitude and I don’t like your unprofessional behavior, Amanda.”

His tone only made me angrier. “Unprofessional? Coming from you, that’s rich.”

He narrowed his eyes and I could the tension in the room thicken. “Thread carefully,” he warned in a low and dangerous voice.

But I didn’t care. He could fuck himself for all I cared, I was too jealous and angry to listen to his warning but I was also embarrassed for asking him that question. What was he doing to me? I walked closer to his desk while glaring at him. “You disgust me,” I snarled at him angrily. “You act like you’re some untouchable man, but look at you sleeping with anyone who comes your way and-“

I didn’t get to finish what I was saying.

Before I knew it, Damien had gotten out of his chair and walked to me, closing the distance that was between us in just few steps. He held my hand tightly but not painfully as he held me in place. He pushed me against the wall, his body towering over mine as his dark eyes bored into mine.

“Enough,” he growled, his voice a dangerous rumble. “I have had enough of your attitude, Amanda.”

My breathe caught in my throat and my brain screamed at me to just apologize and leave but I was too stubborn. I glared at him with my heart racing. “What? Did my words hurt? Or is it just hard to hear the truth?”

He clenched his teeth and for a moment, I thought he was going to snap and yell at me. But to my surprise, he leaned in to me, his warm breath fanning over my ear as he spoke. “You don’t want me to touch or fuck you, which is fine. But I would do many things to you to show you that you aren’t meant to talk to me like you just did.”

An involuntary shiver ran down my spine as the heat radiating from his body made it hard for me to think properly. “Are you surprised that I’m standing up to you? That I’m telling you the truth?” I asked him tauntingly, my voice was sounding weak than before but I wasn’t going to back down so easily.

His lips quirked into a dangerous smile. “Am I?”

I opened my mouth to respond but before I knew it, he pulled me away from the wall, turned me around and pressed me against his desk. He used one his hands to grab both of my wrist, he used the other hand to pull out his tie and he used it to tie my wrist together tightly, holding them above my head.

“Damien, what-“ I started to say but the look he gave me was enough to shut me up, my voice was trembling and I was aroused by how rough he was being with me.

“You talk too much,” he said with a voice full of frustration and something darker.

I wanted to tell him to stop- I should have. I should have fought against him and asked him to untie me so I could leave but I didn’t. His hand roamed over my body and his lips nibbled on my ear until he found my sensitive spot just below my ear, every struggle in my body left and my head went blank.

I wanted him.

God help me, I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything.

“Tell me to stop,” Damien murmured against my skin, his voice soft but commanding. “If you really are so disgusted by me, if you really don’t want my hands on you, just say the word, Amanda.”

I opened my mouth to talk but no words came out. Instead, a soft and needy moan escaped my lips making every self control I had left or I thought I had in me fly away.

Damien let out a small laugh, definitely pleased with himself and the sound travelled from my ear down to my core. “That’s what I thought,” he whispered into my ear as my body burned under his every touch and I swallowed hard.

I hated him.

I hated how he so much power over me but I wanted him at the same time.

“Don’t you dare drop your hands,” he commanded as he removed his have from my wrist. I swallowed the knot in my throat and nodded because I didn’t want to anger him any further.

His hands trailed down my body that kept getting hotter with every of his touch. He bunched up my skirt and pulled it to my waist before ripping my wet panties apart.

What is with him and tearing my panties?

“Damien what-“ I tried to ask him what he was doing but the intense look he gave me shit me up once again.

I was there standing with my hands over my head and my skirt pulled up around my waist while he stared at me with lust filled eyes. My body burned under his gaze and I hoped for some kind of release from him as I licked my dry lips.

He unbuckled his belt and wrapped it around his hand. His dark eyes roamed over me as he moved even closer to me, his free hand went to my clit and gently yet teasingly rubbed over it, gaining a moan from me.

I wriggled against him and expected him to put his finger in but instead, he pulled away and I let out a moan of dissatisfaction earning a smirk from him. He tightened the belt around his hand and turned me around to face the desk.

He widened my legs before walking in between them and spanking me gently at first and I was taken by surprise.

“Damien,” I tried to say but my voice came out as a moan instead.

He spanked me with his belt again and this time I moaned, the pain only seemed to make me more aroused.

“Don’t you dare come in here and talk to me anyhow,” he said in a low and husky voice as he spanked me again. “Do you understand?”

I nodded as I couldn’t form words, the pleasure from the spanking was driving me crazy.

“Use your fucking words,” he growled as he spanked me with his belt again.

“Y- yes I do,” I manage to say.

He pressed his other hand against my wet pussy and rubbed against it slowly while he kept on spanking me. It was too much for me to handle and I started my knees became weak from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear. “You’ve been bad today though and I need to teach you a lesson.”

Immediately he said those words, his finger slipped into my wet pussy but he still kept spanking my ass. “You’re so wet for me. You say one thing but your body say another.”

He increased his pace, adding another finger as his thumb pressed on my clit, circling over it to moaned in pleasure.

It was too much for me, the spanking, the fingering, the dirty talk was torture and pleasure at the same time.

“Cum for me,” he whispered huskily and before I could think, I felt the sharp snap of his belt.

My body betrayed me, and I trembled as he spanked me again. I bit my lips to keep my breath from getting caught in my throat and to avoid giving him the satisfaction of witnessing me cum.

I tried in vain to maintain my cool, but my breath grew ragged.

My knees felt weak and my breathing was erratic as he spanked me once again, harder this time, causing a groan to escape from the back of my throat.