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These games were dangerous to play. Butcher’s temper could be potent, an explosion threatening to erupt deep beneath his surface. Despite this knowledge, your masochistic urge to poke the bear always won in the end. You enjoyed playing with fire, igniting the spark to watch it burn. There was a level of trust between you two; you knew he’d never truly hurt you. It was just a means to scratch an itch you each had. In your mind, it was a more productive way to help channel his rage.
He shoved you against the wall before capturing you in a bruising kiss. One that drew all the breath from your lungs as his large hands gripped at your clothing before tugging your shirt off. His skilled fingers unhooked your bra, mouth wet and teeth sharp against your nipples. A pathetic mewl rumbled through you as your fingers slid through his dark hair. He took his time undoing your jeans, slowly working them down your legs until you were left in just a pair of black bikini-cut underwear. Billy’s breath was hot against your stomach as his large hands stroked the curve of your hips before peeling your underwear off.
“Already wet for me, love?” he taunted, a smug grin on his face as his thumb gently rubbed your slick folds.
“Mmm, yes, sir ,” you purred, butterflies fluttering in your tummy as your clit throbbed with pleasure. All he had to do was readjust his thumb to give you more friction. But the bastard was clearly avoiding the delicate bundle of nerves.
“Too bad you had to be a naughty little brat,” he huffed, withdrawing his hand and grabbing your upper arms.
The wind felt knocked out of you as he bent you across the desk, your feet scrabbling against the floor for balance and support. His palm pressed against your lower back to keep you in place.
“Maybe you’ll think twice before rushing into a dangerous situation without backup,” he growled, his hand slapping down against the curve of your bare ass twice.
You worked your lower lip between your teeth, biting back the moan threatening to spill from your lips. “You would have done the same.”
“Yeah, but I’m the leader. I can do what I want, love. The rest of you have to fall in line.”
You rolled your eyes. That was always his excuse. The man risked his life more than he should, gambling with his safety, and it drove you crazy. Though you understood why he was so obsessed with it, feeling he had failed to protect Becca from her fate. You wanted to protect him as much as he tried to protect you. You were both too stubborn for your own good. He stepped away from you, leaving you bent over the desk to reflect on your actions.
Sweat dripped down your back, despite the cold temperature of the room, as your legs began to shake. You could feel the burn in your calves, muscles stretching taut, as the tension started to spread to your thighs. The cold metal of the desk beneath your bare skin offered little comfort or relief. It only served to keep you completely on edge. You flexed your fingers, hearing the light thrum against the desk as Billy loomed behind you. You gasped when his large, warm hands kneaded the chilled flesh of your exposed ass.
“What’s wrong, darlin’? Are you cold?” he asked, and you could practically see the smirk etched across his face.
“Fuck you,” you growled before letting out a soft yelp as his calloused hand slapped against your ass. A pleasant sting bloomed across your cold, tender flesh.
“That mouth of yours just gets you into all sorts of trouble, sweetheart.”
“You’re one to talk,” you huffed, your tummy fluttering from the sound of his deep chuckle.
“I can get away with being a mouthy shit since I’m calling the shots.” A few more slaps landed on the curve of your ass, heat prickling across your skin. You hissed, feeling an all too familiar throb between your legs, the words falling from your mouth before you could even register them.
“What was that?” A low growl rumbled through Billy’s chest.
You gritted your teeth in response as he pressed against you before leaning down to hiss in your ear.
“I asked you a question, bunny .” The term of endearment made you shiver as every muscle in your body ached. It was one word that could make you come completely undone.
“I said…kiss my ass, sir ,” you murmured.
His dark chuckle made your belly clench, and you felt his large hands settle on your ass. He spread your cheeks, and you shivered as the hairs from his beard tickled your sensitive skin.
“Billy…w…what are you doing?” you whimpered.
“You told me to kiss your ass, didn’t you, bunny? Just wanna show you I can follow orders.” The mocking tone was thick and heavy in his voice.
Words fumbled around in your mouth as you felt the warm press of his tongue against your puckered rim. The lewd, slick sound made you shiver and whine as your hips bucked. His fingers ghosted along your thighs as warm arousal coiled through your belly. The tender graze of his thumb against your clit made your legs shake, toes curling under and causing you to lose your balance. His fingers dug against your flesh to help steady you, his tongue circling your most intimate area one last time before lifting his face.
“Please…please, I need….” you whimpered.
“Please, what, bunny? I need you to use your words.” His knuckles grazed over your damp inner thighs.
“Need your cock, sir,” you mumbled with embarrassment as heat flooded your cheeks.
“There’s a good girl.”
He helped rearrange your position so you were sitting up on the desk now, your legs wrapped around his waist as your fingers fumbled with his pants. Your fingers tingled as feeling flooded back into them as they wrapped around his cock. Using the balls of your feet, you pushed his pants and boxers down, drawing out his hard, leaking cock. The sight of it made your mouth water. Billy’s mouth pressed against the curve of your neck, the blunt head of his cock teasing your opening and making you whine for more.
“Please fuck me, sir,” you whined, nails sliding over the fabric of his shirt.
“I’ve just been givin’ into your demands all day, haven’t I, love? Guess I can’t stop now,” he grinned, slowly rolling his hips as he sunk inside you.
“I’m irresistible, that’s why,” you chucked, your voice trembling from the feeling of his cock stretching you out.
“Yeah, I suppose that’s it,” he scoffed, rolling his dark eyes before giving a sharp snap of his hips.
Your walls fluttered around him, enjoying the sensation of being filled with him. You clung to his shoulders as he found a steady pace, making the table rock beneath you with each movement. Powerful thrusts that made you mewl for more, knowing he would give you whatever you wanted.
“Please fill me up, sir,” you purred in his ear, heat pulsating deep in your belly as you were brought to the brink of orgasm.
An intense thrust was all you needed to push you over the edge, your thighs trembling as you soaked Billy’s cock while whimpering like an incompetent mess. He pressed his face into the crook of your shoulder, grunting against your clammy skin as he released inside you. You held him close, sliding your fingers through his sweaty hair before one hand slipped under his shirt to stroke his bare, heated skin.
“I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on,” you quipped sweetly.
Amused laughter rumbled through him. “Oh, that’s not bloody likely. You enjoy riling me up too much.”
“You enjoy it too.”
“Damn right, I do.”
He cupped your chin, then kissed you passionately. You melted in his warm embrace, breathing in his musky scent, knowing he would always keep you safe.