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laid the file on his desk. Assuming that he would want to be alone during the call, she quietly began her retreat.
           “Ms. Ryan,” Mr. Darcy raised his voice this time, the chill of its unique vibration sending a spine-tingling sensation down her back. She turned around, waiting as he finished his conversation.
           “Here, please,” he said once he laid the phone receiver on the cradle. For two weeks, she had suffered through the crackling commands and the hard formality of her employer’s autocratic style. At night she suffered from terrible attacks on her imagination, hot sweats and painful cravings she did not understand. She was by then understandably tired and feeling weak; sometimes wondering if she might just wilt in his presence.
           She stood in front of his desk, forced to confront his imperious stare, oddly feeling as if he were taking off her clothes in his mind. This careful kind of scrutiny had occurred nearly every day, until he finally dismissed her to resume her work. This time, however, he stood up and moved out from behind his desk until he was standing behind her.
           “Don’t move,” he said, when she started to turn around. He was very close, closer than he’d ever been, his hand coming to rest on her ass and squeezing the soft globe of malleable flesh.
           Her body quickened instantly.
           What was this about? Her mind searched for answers, and though she had every right to object to the inappropriate act, she couldn’t bring herself to speak.
           “This is what you have wanted, isn’t it Ms. Ryan?” he spoke softly at her ear. “Even though I’m not your handsome prince, I am the man you’ve been madly inflamed about for the last two weeks.” Already her lips were parted and she was panting softly under her breath. Her chest was heaving slightly, while all her mental attention was settled on the hand that slowly worked its way under her skirt until it rested against her bottom, just her panties between his palm and her skin. Suddenly, he flung the hem of her skirt up off her bottom and started to smack her ass, not once, but two, three, four times. “For all the little transgressions, there’s nothing like a good spanking to settle the score.” She felt light-headed and about to faint, as his hand continued with the firm slaps heating her skin to a feverish degree. When he stopped, the spanking apparently done, his index finger fished its way under the edge of her panty, then into the crack between her thighs, swimming downward toward her sex. He reached the sensitive bud of her clitoris and began to rub with a finesse that made her breathing deepen even further.
           She quietly mouthed, “Oh, dear god,” when a savage spasm made her entire body shudder with pleasure. Before she could return to her senses, she felt Darcy’s hips move in against hers, then he thrust her over the edge of his desk, pushed away her panties, and pressed the head of his penis against her vaginal opening. The forward thrust tore open the barrier to her inner sanctum, one bright burst of pain producing a whimpering gasp.
           The pain lasted only briefly; while the hard pulsing of the man’s organ produced an erotic burst of pleasure throughout her entire body. He moved inside her for maybe five minutes, banging her so hard that she had to grab the far side of the desk to steady herself. Then his body suddenly froze tightly against hers for a moment, while the organ in her erupted in strong ejaculations. Finally, he resumed the savage lunging until his cock was spent.
           When he pulled out,
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collapsed against the desk, so bewildered and frightened that she couldn’t move.
           “I think it’s fair to assume, Ms. Ryan, that you’ll be servicing me in this way, just as you serve my business interests. You can go clean up now.” He’d used her so intimately and still he spoke so