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holding me down. I twist experimentally, finding myself pinned under his strong grip. For some reason the restraint feels good.
    “Don’t move,” he growls.
    I feel him push up my skirt, and then there is a tantalising pause as he sweeps his hand over my panties.
    Every part of me is begging him to continue, though I have no idea what he plans to do.
    “I think we’ll start you off,” he murmurs, “with a little spanking. To show you how to behave.”
    He slides down my panties and lets them fall.
    “If you attempt to move again,” he warns, “I will spank you harder. Do you understand?”
    I make a tiny sound to signal that I do. And suddenly, the flat of his hand slams hard into my behind.
    Wow. I feel my body shunted forward by the force of it. Then his hand comes again, a hard painful slap on my bare behind. When he does it a third time, I let out a stifled whimper.
    “Is it too much?” His hand returns to stroking now.
    I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, baffled by the myriad of feelings running through me.
    “Do you want me to spank you again?” he whispers.
    I do, I really do. Can I admit it? It’s such a shameful thing to want.
    “I won’t do it again until you ask me,” he says.
    I lie silent for a moment, imprisoned by my own whirling feelings.
    “Do you want me to do it again?” he asks. His tone is dangerous.
    Bent over the desk, I feel the pressure of his hand on my back, forcing me to lie still. He allows his other hand to roam softly against the bare skin of my behind. It’s tantalising, teasing, but somehow not enough.
    James leans down very close so his mouth is against my ear.
    “Tell me you want me to do it again,” he whispers, “and I’ll give you three more before I fuck you.”
    The thought of him inside of me is so insanely compelling that I can’t help myself.
    “Yes,” I whisper, my face pressed against the desk.
    “Yes what?”
    “I want you to do it again.”
    “Harder?”
    “No, not harder. The same.” I screw my eyes shut. “Please. Do it again.”
    His answer comes hard against my behind. His palm slams against me. My skin is tingling and my mind is racing with the sensation of it all. How can it be that I like this?
    “I want you to remember this,” says James, “for putting yourself in danger today.”
    The flat of his hand strikes hard again, for a third and final time.
    I lay still, breathing heavily, absorbing the powerful sensations in my body.
    Then I hear him undo his jeans, and he grabs my hips roughly with both hands, angling me towards him. There is a ripping sound as he pulls out a condom and rolls it onto himself.
    “I’ve been wanting to spank you since I met you,” he murmurs, and then I feel him press his erection between my legs.
    I tense, waiting for the next sensation, and then he thrusts into me from behind with a groan.
    I feel my body pressed tight against the desk as the force of him slams into me. The unexpected roughness of it takes me by surprise. I thought we’d had fast and heavy sex before. Now I realise he was holding back.
    I let out a strangled moan as he alternates between hard thrusting and deeper, more measured movements.
    Then he slides his hands around to cup my breasts, gripping them hard as I let out another pleasure-wracked groan.
    “The first part was for my pleasure, Isabella,” he growls, slamming forcefully into me, “and now this second part is for yours.”
    He slows his pace and pulls my body slightly away from the desk. Then he slides his hand around the front of me and begins expertly working my clitoris. The sensation of his hand there is almost too much, and then he adjusts his angle, pushing deeper inside of me.
    “Oh God, Isabella, I’m close,” he moans, and the words fire a final spurt of desire straight to my groin.
    My knees weaken, and the molten charge of my orgasm wracks through my entire body, taking every inch of me in gasping, glorious pleasure.
    I hear James gasp as he feels me shuddering