his
request. I placed my purse in the chair in
front of his desk and walked around the
edge of it to stand next to him. He grasped
my small hand in his huge paw and
dragged me between his knees and the
desk. The sturdy piece of furniture bit into
my bottom.
Only an inch over five feet, I was so
short we were practically eye to eye as he
sat in his office chair. He dwarfed me like
some kind of giant. At least he smelled
nice. I picked up on the faint cedar note in
his cologne. He had nice eyes, I
grudgingly admitted to myself, the brown
irises a rich coffee color. There was
something handsome about him. Not in the
classical way, of course, but in a rugged,
tough guy sense.
"You're shaking," he commented gently.
"You scare me," I answered honestly.
"Don't be afraid of me, Cassie. I'd
never hurt you."
"Your reputation tells me otherwise."
"Don't believe everything you hear." He
grasped my waist and effortlessly lifted
me up onto the desk. My eyes widened at
how easily he manhandled me. "Lift up
your skirt."
My fingers trembled as I pinched the
hem of my dress and lifted the fabric up
around my thighs. My stomach wobbled
and dipped as panic took hold. I muscled
down the fear creeping through me. You
can do this .
"Higher."
My gaze jumped to his. He wore a no-
nonsense expression and I didn't dare
refuse him. I pulled my skirt up around my
waist and revealed my pink cotton
hipsters.
"Pink?" Hagen's gaze lingered on my
panties. "They suit you."
Heat streaked up my neck and into my
ears. I fought the urge to shove my skirt
down, certain it would end whatever deal
we were making. "How the hell would
you know? You don't even know me."
Hagen's gaze moved to my face. He
examined me carefully. "I know more than
you think."
Somehow I didn't doubt that. A man in
his line of business probably learned to
read people extremely well. I'm sure I
was no exception. His piercing gaze left
me feeling vulnerable and exposed.
"Lift your bottom." He grasped the
waistband of my panties and started to tug
them down. I planted my palms on his
desk and lifted my backside. He quickly
removed my panties and knocked the
ballet flats off my feet.
Bared from the waist down, I tried to
squeeze my thighs together in a last-ditch
attempt at modesty but he wouldn't have it.
His big hand slid between my knees,
forcing my thighs wide apart. "Don't."
His warning zinged me. He was going
to take what he wanted. It was that simple.
"Don't look so sullen." He tipped my
chin. "You're the one making this into
something it isn't."
My mouth gaped in shock. "You're
extorting me. How, exactly, am I making
this into something it isn't?"
"You say extortion. I say seduction." He
waved his hand. "Let's not put labels on it,
Cassie. Let's just enjoy it."
"Enjoy it?" I laughed acidly. "You're
out of your fucking mind."
He clicked his teeth. "Such a dirty
mouth on such a pretty girl."
I glared at him. "Let's just get this over
with, okay?"
"Fine. If that's the way you want it." He
shoved my knees wide apart and grasped
my ankles. He forced my feet up onto the
desk, the movement so fast I fell back and
barely managed to support my weight on
my elbows.
"Oh!" I gasped when his hands moved
to the very tops of my inner thighs. He
brushed his thumbs up and down the seam
of my sex. My chest constricted as he
carefully parted the tender lips of my
pussy, revealing all my secrets to him.
"My,
my,
my,"
he
murmured
approvingly. "Look at this sweet, pink
cunt."
My face flamed. I'd never had anyone
use that word around me. He didn't seem
to be using it to demean me. It seemed to
be just another word to him. I inhaled
sharply when his thick finger breached
me. I wasn't wet or excited so he didn't
make it far, burying just the tip inside me.
"You're so fucking tight, Cassie." He
sounded in awe. "How many cocks have
you had in your pussy, sweetheart?"
I ignored the pet name but
request. I placed my purse in the chair in
front of his desk and walked around the
edge of it to stand next to him. He grasped
my small hand in his huge paw and
dragged me between his knees and the
desk. The sturdy piece of furniture bit into
my bottom.
Only an inch over five feet, I was so
short we were practically eye to eye as he
sat in his office chair. He dwarfed me like
some kind of giant. At least he smelled
nice. I picked up on the faint cedar note in
his cologne. He had nice eyes, I
grudgingly admitted to myself, the brown
irises a rich coffee color. There was
something handsome about him. Not in the
classical way, of course, but in a rugged,
tough guy sense.
"You're shaking," he commented gently.
"You scare me," I answered honestly.
"Don't be afraid of me, Cassie. I'd
never hurt you."
"Your reputation tells me otherwise."
"Don't believe everything you hear." He
grasped my waist and effortlessly lifted
me up onto the desk. My eyes widened at
how easily he manhandled me. "Lift up
your skirt."
My fingers trembled as I pinched the
hem of my dress and lifted the fabric up
around my thighs. My stomach wobbled
and dipped as panic took hold. I muscled
down the fear creeping through me. You
can do this .
"Higher."
My gaze jumped to his. He wore a no-
nonsense expression and I didn't dare
refuse him. I pulled my skirt up around my
waist and revealed my pink cotton
hipsters.
"Pink?" Hagen's gaze lingered on my
panties. "They suit you."
Heat streaked up my neck and into my
ears. I fought the urge to shove my skirt
down, certain it would end whatever deal
we were making. "How the hell would
you know? You don't even know me."
Hagen's gaze moved to my face. He
examined me carefully. "I know more than
you think."
Somehow I didn't doubt that. A man in
his line of business probably learned to
read people extremely well. I'm sure I
was no exception. His piercing gaze left
me feeling vulnerable and exposed.
"Lift your bottom." He grasped the
waistband of my panties and started to tug
them down. I planted my palms on his
desk and lifted my backside. He quickly
removed my panties and knocked the
ballet flats off my feet.
Bared from the waist down, I tried to
squeeze my thighs together in a last-ditch
attempt at modesty but he wouldn't have it.
His big hand slid between my knees,
forcing my thighs wide apart. "Don't."
His warning zinged me. He was going
to take what he wanted. It was that simple.
"Don't look so sullen." He tipped my
chin. "You're the one making this into
something it isn't."
My mouth gaped in shock. "You're
extorting me. How, exactly, am I making
this into something it isn't?"
"You say extortion. I say seduction." He
waved his hand. "Let's not put labels on it,
Cassie. Let's just enjoy it."
"Enjoy it?" I laughed acidly. "You're
out of your fucking mind."
He clicked his teeth. "Such a dirty
mouth on such a pretty girl."
I glared at him. "Let's just get this over
with, okay?"
"Fine. If that's the way you want it." He
shoved my knees wide apart and grasped
my ankles. He forced my feet up onto the
desk, the movement so fast I fell back and
barely managed to support my weight on
my elbows.
"Oh!" I gasped when his hands moved
to the very tops of my inner thighs. He
brushed his thumbs up and down the seam
of my sex. My chest constricted as he
carefully parted the tender lips of my
pussy, revealing all my secrets to him.
"My,
my,
my,"
he
murmured
approvingly. "Look at this sweet, pink
cunt."
My face flamed. I'd never had anyone
use that word around me. He didn't seem
to be using it to demean me. It seemed to
be just another word to him. I inhaled
sharply when his thick finger breached
me. I wasn't wet or excited so he didn't
make it far, burying just the tip inside me.
"You're so fucking tight, Cassie." He
sounded in awe. "How many cocks have
you had in your pussy, sweetheart?"
I ignored the pet name but
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