He sees her need after a long day of work— his badass, redheaded boss.

“Undress,” he demands.

Defiance flashes in her eyes, but she complies.

Steel blades glide along taut skin, rendering a soft, bare mound. Large hands hold wrists captive while a greedy tongue laps at sweet nectar. Hips rise in desperation as mewling pleas beg for release.

Back arches… up and over… once, twice…

“Mine,” he growls.

Flesh enters flesh, moving deliberately, then swiftly, arousal building.

“Take my cock, slut.”

Guttural cries as they fall together, his seed filling her, her need to be submissive sated.

“Good girl.”