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her eyes glued to the ground. 
    “That outburst was pretty fucking juvenile, do you want to tell me why you did it?”  She stayed silent. 
    He sighed and grabbed her arm, whirling her around.  He tapped her wrists and the bonds locked her hands together.  He got up and turned the both of them around, pushing her against the desk.  She struggled.  He slapped her hard on the ass and bent her over the table.  He stood behind her, grinding his ejection against her naked rear end, and kicked her legs apart.  She let out a small cry as he spread her feet painfully wide. 
    “Now, you’ll stay like that until I tell you to move.”
    He went to the dining table and sat down.  Cole ate his breakfast slowly, enjoying the sight of her spread wide and open to him.  Desperate to close her legs, Olivia could almost feel his eyes on her sex.  Her body buzzed with terror, uncertain of what he would do to her.  She kept expecting to feel the hard slap of his hand or thrust of his member.  The anticipation drove her mad.  The smell of breakfast made her stomach grumble.
    Not five minutes into eating his meal, Cole realized his mistake.  His cock throbbed painfully against his pants; he rubbed his hands along his thighs.  Can’t fuck her, it’s too soon.  I’m moving too fast.  But all he could think about was burying himself in that perfect, pink pussy.  He had to look away from her, he had to do something or else he was going to take her right then and there on the desk. 
    “Stand up,” he barked and she was quick to do as he asked.   “Do you want to go to the garden?”  He stood up and walked to her, circling her. 
    “Yes, my lord,” the truth of the matter was she was desperate to get some time away from him and his quarters.
    “What are you going to do to get back in my good graces, my little trouble maker?”  He rubbed his hand over the bulge in his pants. 
    The movement drew her eyes to his erection, she started shaking her head.  She couldn’t look away as he ran his hand over himself again. 
    “Mesmerized by my cock, are you?”  Her gawking made him grow impossibly hard and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to resist fucking her.  “Get on your knees.” 
    Panic surged through her.  She couldn’t, she wouldn’t do this. 
    “Please, don’t,” she begged.
    “On your knees.”
    She managed to lower herself, her knees buckled and she collapsed into a heap on the ground.  With her hands still bound behind her back it was difficult, but she managed to push up onto her knees as instructed.
    “Stay.” He walked toward her and grabbed her arm. 
    The fear dissipated at the command, anger rushing to replace it.  He made her feel like she was a dog, nothing more than his plaything. 
    “I’m not your fucking pet!  I’m a person, the daughter of a powerful man!  You can’t do this to me!” She ripped out of his grasp and tried to stand up. 
    He snatched her arm, pushing her back down on her knees, and tapped her wrists, releasing her.  Taking hold of the hem of her shirt, he ripped it up and off of her then took hold of her face. 
    “No, you’re not, not anymore.  You’re whatever I want you to be,” he said slowly so his words were harsh and biting.  “Now, spread your legs open.” 
    He kicked her knees apart, putting her on display again.  She shut her eyes, preparing for the sound of his zipper, for him to take her mouth.  Instead, he took a step back.  Olivia opened one eye and then the other, he was rubbing himself threw his jeans. 
    “Touch yourself.”  
    “Fuck you,” she spat. 
    He grabbed her hair and yanked it back, causing her to howl in pain. 
    “We could do that instead if you want,” he growled.  “You decide.” 
    At first, Olivia refused to respond, but when his hand when to his zipper she slowly, moved her hand down. 
    “That’s right, baby,” he said, moving his head to watch her hand.  “Put a finger in your pussy.” 
    A blush