Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy #2)

Bad girl.

He grasps me by the hips before turning me around and pressing one hand to the small of my back until I’m bent over his desk directly in the middle. Mount retakes his seat and replies to a question on the call, but I’m too lost in the thought of how obscene I must look from behind, my pussy and ass exposed and right in his face.

My thighs clench together again. I want to stop myself from getting wetter, but it doesn’t matter what this man does to me. My body falls prey to him every time.

I flinch when his hand moves, but relax when his palm smooths down my skin, caressing my ass. He strokes with his thumb and skims beneath the curve of my cheek. Then he changes direction, his finger skating up the edge of my crack, and my nerve endings jump to attention.

His touch disappears for a moment, and I open my eyes to see him pressing the mute button again.

Before I can make a sound, his palm connects with my right cheek with a slap. This time, there’s no adjusting to the heat before it connects again and again, not stopping until both cheeks are burning with five smacks.

One for each minute I was late. I squeeze my eyes shut as he unmutes the phone and resumes lazily stroking my burning ass while he carries on with the conference call, never missing a beat.

Somehow, some way, the punishment only makes me wetter. I attempt to force my mind away from the sensations rampaging through me and onto the conversation, but it’s a useless endeavor. My eyes drift closed as I sink into a state of heightened sensitivity, my mind focused only on Mount’s touch. It’s almost soothing, this lazy stroking of my body and the sound of his voice as he leads the call with authority.

At least, until his thumb slides between my legs and skims through the moisture gathered there.

The gag quiets my moan, but the person speaking at that moment pauses.

“Did someone have an objection?”

Mount is quick to reply. “Just my secretary. She’s been very inefficient this morning at following directions.”

All the men on the call laugh. They’re probably all arrogant assholes like the one currently teasing me with my own wetness by dragging his index finger back and forth through it.

“Just bend her over the desk and show her who’s boss. That’s what I did in the old days.”

It’s the Italian man who comments, and while I’d like to punch him in the face, I’m too busy holding in another moan.

Mount’s teasing torture lasts for so long that I completely lose track of time. The call continues as he pushes two fingers inside me, stretching and slowly finger-fucking me until I’m squirming against the desk. In that moment, I’m thankful for the gag because I want to beg him for more. Instead, I grip the opposite edge of the wood, attempting to stay silent and repress my reactions.

Mount is skilled in his torture, however, and when he draws the moisture back to circle my tightest hole, I begin to unravel.

I’m still not used to it. I don’t think I’ll ever be totally used to it, but my nerve endings fire pleasure signals to my brain and I push back against his touch instinctively. This time, Mount’s hand reaches out to tap the mute button before applying more pressure.

“I finger-fucked your pussy, and now it’s time for your ass. You think you can keep quiet?”

I don’t respond. Obviously, because my powers of speech are impeded by the gag, but also because I want to curse him for stealing all control over my body from me.

While I focus on staying still, Mount opens a drawer and pulls out something I can’t see. As soon as cool liquid dribbles down my crack, I recognize it as lube. He gathers it up, coating his finger, and uses it to tease me.

“Press back. Help me push inside. Show me you want it.”

Mount pushes forward and my hips slide back on instinct, helping him press against the tight ring of muscle and tearing another moan from my lips.

Luckily, the call is still on mute.

“I’m going to fuck your ass with my finger while I talk to some of the most powerful men in the world, and then I’m going to fuck you with that plug and tease your clit with that new piercing until you’re dying to come, but you won’t. You know why?”

I shake my head, wishing I could curse him.

“Because it’s about time you work a little harder on chipping away at the balance of that debt, and I get to come first.”

His arrogant words don’t anger me. Instead, they make me even more determined to steal as much pleasure as I can for myself, no matter what he does to me.

Why should he be the only one enjoying this? Besides, I can’t deny that I’m beyond turned on by being facedown on his desk while he takes advantage of me.

How many nights have I worked in my office, wishing the dominant man of my dreams would come in, shove all the papers aside, and bend me over before doing whatever he wants to me?

More than I’ll ever admit.

This may be Mount’s game, but it’s my fantasy come to life.

When he pushes forward with his fingertip again, I shock both of us by pressing my hips back against him until he breaches the muscle. When he pulls back, I rub my piercing on the edge of the desk, stealing pleasure from anywhere I can get it.

“Don’t you dare come,” Mount says before he pushes his finger firmly into my ass, fucking me slowly over and over again, and then unmutes the phone.

Don’t come? That’s one order I have no intention of following.

I’m so close, between my hypersensitive clit and his finger in my ass when he pulls free.

I jerk my head around so I can look back at him.

“I think we need to reevaluate our assets and decide what we can afford to redeploy to get a true assessment of their resources,” Mount says, using his free hand to reach for the plug. “We can’t conquer them until we understand exactly how much power they have at their disposal.”

Even though the words are directed to the men on the other end of the call, Mount’s words echo through my head. We can’t conquer them until we understand exactly how much power they have.

In that moment, I make a promise to myself, one I swear I won’t break this time. Mount will never know how much power he has over me. If he were ever to learn, I have no doubt he’d exploit it even more than he is now as he presses the tip of the plug to my ass.

The cold metal sends me lifting off the desk with a harsh indrawn breath, but Mount covers the sound with the rustling of some papers.

“Are we in agreement on this point, gentlemen?”

The others agree as Mount pushes the plug the rest of the way inside, until the flared base is seated against the outside rim of my hole.

“Good, because I think we’re about ready to move on to our next topic for discussion. Casso, you brought up the next issue on the agenda, so why don’t you fill the rest of us in.”

Mount rises from his seat and reaches into the drawer for some kind of antibacterial wipes and cleans the finger he just pushed into my ass.