His Bratty Secretary's After-Hours Leather Punishment

The city lights glittered twenty-three floors below, turning the empty executive suite into a dark glass cage. Marcus Kane stood at the center of it, arms crossed over his charcoal tailored shirt, jaw tight with weeks of pent-up fury. Lila Voss leaned against his desk with deliberate, provocative laziness, one hip cocked, the hem of her black pencil skirt barely covering the lower curve of her ass. The same skirt she’d been torturing him with for months.

“Lock the door, Lila.”

She arched a brow, lips painted a vicious red. “Or what, Mr. Kane?”

He didn’t answer with words. He simply walked to the heavy glass door, twisted the deadbolt, and let the metallic click echo through the silent office. Then he opened the bottom drawer of his desk and lifted out the heavy black leather kit he’d prepared that afternoon. Thick cuffs, a wide collar, a sturdy crop, coils of soft black rope, and a heavy steel carabiner. He set it on the desk with a deliberate thud.

“Last chance,” he said, voice low and rough. “Say the word and this ends right now. Otherwise I’m going to punish that bratty little cunt until you remember exactly who runs this office.”

Lila’s pulse hammered visibly in her throat. For a second her mask slipped, revealing raw hunger. Then the smirk returned, sharper than ever.

“Make me.”

Marcus moved.

He spun her around and bent her over the wide mahogany desk in one brutal motion, shoving her cheek against the cool wood. The skirt was already so short it took almost nothing to yank it up over her hips. She wasn’t wearing panties. Of course she wasn’t. Just black thigh-high stockings and a glistening, bare pussy that betrayed exactly how soaked she already was.