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the thin flange of one lip, pausing to toggle a ring, then dipping inside her.
    She arched off the desk, her arms tugging hard against the belt tethering her.
    “Whatever you want it to mean,” she groaned. “I want to be possessed.”
    Teeth gently bit her clit. “And if I ask something that makes you uncomfortable?”
    Vibrating and close to blurting out that she wanted to be his, whatever it took, she said instead, “I’ll put my trust in you…that you know best.”
    “Miss Wood, have you ever been possessed before?” His voice was silky, soft.
    All her intuition said the answer was important despite the easy way he said it.
    Raelie quieted, holding her breath, wondering what he wanted to hear.
    He spanked her pussy, and the sound was lush and wet. “The truth, Raelie,” he rasped as his finger teased her entrance with shallow, unsatisfying thrusts.
    “Once,” she gasped, trying to push backward to take him deeper. “He…we…I wasn’t obedient enough to satisfy him. But I can be better now, I think.”
    He leaned over her, blanketing her back, but only to reach past her and loosen her bonds. His strong hands curved around her shoulders, and he raised her from the desk, stepping back.
    The skirt fell over her hips. On her feet now, she swayed as blood fled south, and she braced herself against his chest.
    However, his arms didn’t close around her; they remained straight at his sides.
    His expression was still neutral, his gaze intense.
    She gave him a little frown because she’d revealed so much but still didn’t know what he wanted. She moved away, biting her lip.
    He crossed his arms. “Take off your clothes, Miss Wood, and leave them in a neat stack on my desk, in front of the monitor.”
    Relief nearly had her melting at his feet. Her clothes fell away, landing on the floor. She didn’t even mind his narrowed stare that nudged her to pick them up and fold them. When she’d laid them on his desk, she turned back, a little embarrassed to be completely nude when he hadn’t even removed his tie.
    “What would you like me to do now?” she asked, interweaving her fingers and cupping them in front of her, eager for whatever came next.
    “How do you feel, Miss Wood?”
    She shrugged. “Truthfully, a little awkward.” Then she pressed her lips together because he didn’t respond for several long moments, and his gaze didn’t dip. Was her body that unattractive?
    To diminish her breasts, she hunched her shoulders then squeezed her thighs together, hoping to make them seem a little less round.

    Bryce drew a quick sharp breath. “Miss Wood, I want you to return to the copier room. There’s a little matter of a smudged glass I want you to clean. Also, your fingers spread your pretty little cunt then touched the buttons. I want you to clean the machine, top to bottom.”
    Raelie froze for second, then blurted, “But why did you have me take off my clothes?”
    His mouth curved into a slight smile. “Because I’ll enjoy watching you move.”
    “You’re coming with me, then?” she asked, wondering if he wanted to get kinky in the copier room.
    “You can’t have forgotten the camera. I’ll watch from my desk to make sure you do a good job.”
    Her jaw clamped tight. He’d known all along that she had set out to shock and tease him when she’d played with the machine. “And when I’m through, sir?” she asked, her voice softer, raspier than she would have liked because his small, tight smile deepened, and she knew her wants weren’t his priority.
    “When you’re through, you can come back and dress. I won’t be here. I’ll expect you at your desk bright and early tomorrow.”
    He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair then unbuttoned his cuffs and turned them, folding them up to his elbows, revealing muscled forearms lightly covered in silky dark hair. He reached for his tie and loosened it, then stilled.
    Her gaze lifted.
    One dark brow arched.
    Feeling ready