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hand as I massage her clit. “How long ago?”
    “Three years.”
    “And you haven’t allowed yourself to fuck since? A punishment?”
    She shakes her head. “No. I mean… God, how do you know that?”
    Because it’s in her nature; turning a simple fuck, done out of the height of her emotion, into guilt. “Are you still punishing yourself?”
    She only nods.
    “Then why are you here now, Alexis? In my office, letting me finger your pussy?” I emphasize my point with a thrust that makes her moan. “I want your honesty.”
    I admit, my ego isn’t fragile, but it’s a powerful stroke to it just the same; the knowledge she’s unable to deny her attraction to me despite herself.
    “I can have both with you,” she says, so low her voice is just a whisper.
    “Speak up.”
    “I can be with you because you’ll punish me.”
    Christ, she’s so fucking perfect. My eyes close as I swirl my finger around her clit, reining in my need to show her just how gratifying my punishment can be. “Perfect.”
    Releasing her hair, I allow her to relax her neck as I roam down her back. When I reach the black strap of her bra, I unhook it. I force one of the straps down her arm, admiring her tits. “Don’t move your arms,” I order as the bra falls to her wrists.
    I cup her breast, full and perky, reminding me how young she is—only in her early twenties. So supple and tender. Tweaking the perfect bud, I drive my fingers inside her, pumping her pussy at a speedy rhythm.
    “How often do you masturbate?” I ask. Her body reacts immediately to the invasive question. Her head bows, her chest pulls away as she recoils, but I pluck her nipple, making it a painful escape.
    She’s a fast learner. I smile as I increase my momentum with another finger to spread her wider. She opens up to me, like a wilted flower receiving the rain. Her pussy soaks my fingers, and I growl my question again.
    “Oh, my god.” Tremors take over her body. “Once…maybe twice a month,” she admits, her voice a wobbly mix of pleasure and shame.
    I lean down close, my whispered words caressing her shoulder. “That’s pathetic. Do you know how often I stroke my cock to the thought of you touching your neglected pussy? Every. Fucking. Day.” I push in deeper, harder, and she spasms against me, clamping down around my fingers as she drips.
    A deep groan rips free as I forcefully remove my fingers. She attempts to close her legs, trying to press her thighs together to offset the ache of her robbed orgasm.
    I smack her ass, then slap my palm against her pussy, forcing her legs to part. Her back dips as she reels from the aftershocks. “Tell me,” I say, swirling a finger around her swollen lips and gathering the wetness. “Are you on birth control?”
    She nods with a hesitant, “Yes.”
    “So even though you don’t fuck, Alexis, you’re prepared.” That doesn’t surprise me about her.
    “God,” she says, the embarrassment heavy in her tone. “It’s not…yes,” she amends quickly. “I’m prepared—”
    She breaks off at the feel of my fingers plunging deeper, and I grit my teeth, loving the shiver she gifts me. “Regardless why, it serves a purpose for me now. I’ll put it to good use when I fill your cunt.”
    She cringes at the crude word.
    “If you’re so very mortified at the thought of your colleagues, why did you put in for the position?” I ask, changing the subject before she can withdrawal into herself. “How is a woman whose shame of her own body and sexuality, which results in a depraved fucking every few years, going to command a team of paralegals? Tell me, Alexis. I want to know how you—a timid little creature—feels she can head up a whole department?”
    Her soft pants verge on the brink of a sob—but I know better. As some steel themselves against scorn, shielding themselves and becoming impenetrable, she feeds off it. She needs it in order to relinquish control. And when she lowers those walls, I’m going to