With that consent, his hand moved up my thigh taking the bottom of my dress with it. It was cut slim, but it moved easily until it was over my hips.

With him so close behind me, he couldn’t see anything, only feel. A finger hooked into the thin band of lace at my hip and tugged. It gave way as if made of tissue. His other hand settled at my other hip, did the same to that side and I felt the g-string brush my inner thighs before he dangled it before us.

“You’ve been walking around with that tiny scrap over your pussy all this time?”

I felt the hard punch of his dick as he spoke. He was as affected as me. Seeing my panties was a thing for him. His hand moved away, then came back to reach around and cup me. I had no idea where my panties went, but I bucked at the feel of his calloused fingers over my most delicate flesh.

“Easy,” he murmured, nipping my ear. “You’re like a wild mare. You only need a little taming.”

I bristled at that, tensing in his hold. “Fuck you, Jed.”

“Ah, ah,” he chided. “You said no dick riding.”

I growled.

“Shh,” he whispered as he began to stroke me. “All bare and dripping. You need this, princess.”

I shook my head, disagreeing. I didn’t like how he was controlling me, how easily I responded, so I resisted. “I don’t need this at all.”

Except I did. I really did.

He took a step forward, moving me with him and pressed me into the edge of the desk. With one hand still between my legs, the other pressed into my back, bending me forward. I set my hands on the cool surface to brace myself.

Jed nudged my legs apart with a foot. “Your pussy says otherwise.”

“My pussy’s not in charge of me,” I snapped.

When he pulled his hand away, I stifled a whimper by biting my lip. But his hand found me again, this time from behind. He wasn’t petting any longer.

He penetrated me with a thick finger, the action eased by how wet I was. I went up on my toes, stuck my butt out and gasped.

“That’s a shame. This perfect pussy should be calling the shots. It needs attention.”

He leaned over me then. I felt his jeans pressing into my bare bottom, his chest against my back so he once again was speaking right into my ear.

Licking it. Nipping at the lobe.

He fucked me with the finger, then added another, finding my clit with his thumb and working me. It felt so good. God, I was hot and tingly, my pussy being played by a virtuoso. And that made me pissed. Made me get back in my head because how dare he bend me to his will so easily.

“Where’d you go, princess?”