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love because I couldn’t love her like she needed anymore.
    I sat in my office chair staring out the window. The rain was heavy and the weather was cold. The fire place was stacked and the smell of fresh burned wood fill the air. I needed to get so much done but I couldn’t concentrate on a fucking thing. Between Natasha and America, I was losing my mind. America had begged me to help her, and by help her she wanted me to flog her until she broke down into a blubbering mess that only I would be able to clean up. In a way, I wanted to do it. I wanted to make America beg and plead with me to stop while wanting more. I wanted the challenge in her. I wanted a challenge all together…
    I lean back in my chair and look to the roof. Bringing my hands up to my head I run them through my hair before raking them down my face. When my hands clear my eyes I see Natasha entering the room.  Her soft voice was making the vision more and more prominent in my head. 
    “Master , do you need anything?” her voice is soft and sweet.
    I watch her closely as she slowly and seductively walks to the old style desk and runs her hand over the wood. Her fingers slide against the grain in a slow manner, her eyes lock with mine. I smile as I stand from my desk.  Walking slowly to the door, I take in her attire.  She is wearing a red and black corset, which pushed her breasts up and out. She has a short black skirt and knee high stockings on, with no shoes.  It was one of the looks that I hardly saw anymore. Something was definitely going on, but right now, I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted to devour her. I walk past her, mindful to brush against her on the way to the main door.  I shut the door, and pause before turning to take her in again.  No longer with the smile on my face, I stared at her letting her know my intent.
    “I do need something.  You may be able to assist.”  I nod at the desk.
    Within seconds I stood in front of her and cupped her neck in my hands, putting just enough pressure for her to tip her head back. I bite the pulse point where her neck meets her shoulder and listen for the gasp. The harder I bite the more it becomes a moan. I left her flesh go and admire the purple mark I have left her with. She tilts her head forward, and stands up on her toes so her lips can meet mine. I lean in to kiss her, but at the last minute I turn her to face the desk.  The sound of her hand hitting the hard wood rattles throughout the room.
    I reach around and pull down her corset causing her breasts to pop free from the bindings. I take her hardened nipples in between my fingers and roll before pinching and pulling. She lets out a frazzled moan. I don’t tease for long; instead I move my hand down her stomach and under her skirt. I feel her wetness instantly from her absent panties. The feeling of her wetness against my hand is exhilarating and wanting. I pinch her thigh and she opens her legs for me, I cup her and began to work her clit with the heel of my hand until she is bucking and moaning against my hand.
    “You’re so wet.” I growl.
    “Fuck me.” she begs as her hips continue to move. “I want you inside me, owning me.”
    “I do own you.”
    I plu nge my fingers into her, sending shocking shivers all over her body. I began a constant rhythm, in and out, in and out until I have her panting with want for more. I know her body and the noises she makes so fucking well. I feel those delicious clenches around my finger and I stop instantly. She curses and pleads with me for more. I craved this kind of control. I need it. It was who I was. I remove my fingers from her dripping core and she whimpers in protest, but I say nothing.
    Spinning her around, I lift her up and place her on the desk so her bare ass was touching it . I step back and with my eyes on hers, I slowly undo each button on my crisp white shirt. I don’t take my shirt off but I leave it open baring my chest. Her eyes drop to my naked chest for a second and when