Shut up and fuck me

**Ivery Clark POV** 

*What…?*

My breath caught in my throat, my body tensing instinctively. A sharp pulse of fear ran down my spine as his words settled in, heavy and absolute. 

The usual smug amusement in his eyes had dimmed, replaced with something colder—something unreadable.

"What do you mean—?" My voice faltered, and I hated the way it wavered. “I already took my punishment.”

Alrigo’s grip tightened just slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to let me know he was in complete control. “No, sweetheart. That was just me reminding you of your place. Now…I'm going to teach you, who owns you and how humiliating it will be for you." 

My fingers curled against the polished surface of the desk. This bastard. 

“Strip.” His voice was calm, far too calm, but I could hear the underlying edge of menace beneath it.

I stared at him, "What?" 

"You heard me, Ivery." He tilted his head slightly, as if he were amused by my hesitation. “I. Said. Strip.”

I shoved at his hand, my breathing uneven. "You’re delusional if you think I’m going to do it.”

"Oh, Ivery," he murmured, his voice dark, laced with wicked amusement. "You can fight me all you want. But we both know how this ends. Because it's only fair you get a taste of what it feels like to be ruined.”

"And I’ll ruin you," Alrigo whispered, his voice a slow, decadent promise. "Like you did to my office. I'll break you down piece by piece until there’s nothing left but the part of you that already knows exactly who you belong to.”

“You’re going to feel the weight of every single thing you made mistakes. You will beg, sweetheart. Not because I force you to—but because, by the time I’m done, you’ll know you have no other choice.”

I clenched my fists, my entire body rigid. "Go to hell."

Alrigo only smiled. "..Ivery." He ran a single finger down my throat, stopping just at my collarbone. "Darling, I am *hell*."

And with that he tore off my blouse, making my buttons fly everywhere. I barely had a second to react before my back hit the desk, a sharp gasp tearing from my lips as Alrigo lifted me up and pushed me down the desk. 

Alrigo loomed above me, his smirk carved with something dark, something lethal.

I sucked in a breath, my body twisting instinctively, pushing against his hold—but he didn’t budge. If anything, the challenge in his gaze sharpened, amusement flickering like fire in his dark eyes.

"Go on, Ivery," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "Fight me. Defy me. Let’s see how far that gets you. You know how much I enjoy watching you fight for something you’ll never win.”

"Give me your best shot. Let’s see how far you can go before I remind you exactly who you belong to.” The moment his taunting words left his lips, something inside me churned.

He likes my struggles..?

Struggling was pointless. Fighting only fed his sick amusement, gave him exactly what he wanted. Power. Control. The pleasure of seeing me desperate and humiliated beneath him.

If he fed on my struggle, then I wouldn’t give him one.

My breath evened out, my limbs going slack as I stopped resisting altogether. I glared at him, “Are you done?” 

Alrigo’s smirk faltered. Just for a second. His grip on my waist remained firm, his weight still pressing me down, but I could feel the shift in his demeanor—the slow simmer of something less amused, more annoyed.

"How obedient," he murmured, his voice deceptively smooth."You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?” I glared at him, but his grip tightened, “Fine, let’s see how much more obedient you’ll be then."

A chill ran through me.

Alrigo spread my legs wide, pushing my ankles to either side of my shoulders. My cheeks go red because I'm completely exposed to him now. 

“What are you—” 

A gasp escaped from the mid sentence as Alrigo’s hand cupped my pussy through the panties, one finger sneaking inside and dragging inside my lips and making my whole body jolt.

“How wet…” Alrigo's voice was nothing but a low, velvety purr, but I wasn’t foolish enough to mistake it for gentleness. “So honest…unlike you. Look how wet you are, ma bella.” 

I pressed my lips together, my body rigid beneath his touch, but the humiliation burned hot beneath my skin. 

I was a complete mess right now and I never thought it would come to this. 

I never imagined he would lay me across this very table and fuck me bare—the one in the room I had destroyed, the room that bore the evidence of my defiance.

He wants to humiliate me. He wants to degrade me.

“The look in your eyes…" His thumb brushed over my clit, slow and deliberate, making me hiss. "It's like you almost want to scratch and claw your way out of this. Like you hate every second of it." 

His smirk turned sharper. "Good."

I sucked in a sharp breath, hating how easily he read me, hating how much he enjoyed this.

Alrigo leaned in closer, his lips hovering just over my ear. "Fight me, little pet." he whispered, his voice dark with promise. "Defy me. Make this more fun for me.”

I clenched my jaw, determined not to give him the reaction he wanted. “Why don't you just shut up and fuck me instead. Just get it over with.” 

He clicked his tongue, pressing down on my stomach with just enough force to remind me exactly where I was—trapped beneath him.
“You’re adorable, really.”

His fingers traced an idle path along my jaw, his smirk deepening when I jerked my head away. “You act like you hate this, like you hate me.” 

He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over my skin. “But we both know that fire in your eyes? It’s exactly what keeps me entertained.”

“Fight me, resist me—hell, even beg me to stop. It won’t make a difference, Ivery.” His grip tightened just enough to make my pulse jump. “Because whether you struggle or submit, whether you curse my name or scream it…” 

He tilted his head, his smirk turning wicked. “I win either way.”

And with that I felt his zipper go down. I swallowed hard, my nails digging into the desk beneath me.