Serrano teaches her a lesson

He caught her by the wrists easily, holding her at bay, and she struggled in his grasp.

"You brat. I should teach you a lesson. Show you what happens to little girls who don't know their place."

He pulled her close, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin.

"Is that what you want, Isabella? For me to show you your place? To show you who is in charge?"

She could feel his rage, his lust, his desire, all twisting together in a raging inferno. It radiated off him like a furnace, and she could not escape.

She tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. She tried to free her wrists, but he held them tight. She tried to scream, but his other hand covered her mouth, muffling her cries.

"Yes, that's it. That's what you want, isn't it? You want me to punish you. To show you who's boss. To show you what happens when you don't listen."

He pushed her back against the desk, her hands still pinned above her head. His body pressed against hers, his weight crushing down on her, stopping her from drawing breath.

She could feel his arousal, his hardness pressing against her, and she squirmed beneath him, her breath quickening. She felt her body betray her, a growing warmth spreading between her thighs, a dull ache of desire that she could not control.

His left hand gripped her wrist, his right moving down her sides and finding purchase on her waist. He squeezed tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh, his breath hot against her neck.

She tried to cry out, but he was too strong. His fingers trailed down her body, finding the waistband of her pants. She felt him tug at them, pulling them down, exposing her smooth, soft skin.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and heavy.

"Do you know how many women I've fucked? How many women I've conquered and dominated?"

She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against her, the heavy material of his cargo pants failing to conceal his monstrous girth.

"I bet you like the sound of that. Of me dominating them. Of me showing them their place. Just like I'm going to show you."

With a heave, he ripped her pants off, buttons exploding and scattering silently onto the carpeted floor. She felt the cold air on her exposed skin, a shiver running through her body. Her naked legs kicked futilely in the air, the pants now wrapping around her ankles and restricting her struggles.

"That's better. Now I can see you properly."

His eyes roamed over her lower body, taking in every inch of her tanned, perfect skin. The long, shapely legs, the toned thighs, all leading up to a tiny, black thong that barely contained her pussy.

His right hand moved absentmindedly, sliding over her shirt and gripping her breast, his fingers kneading the supple flesh.

"I'm going to fuck you, Isabella. I'm going to show you how helpless you really are."

She shuddered at his words, a strange mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. Her body ached, her pussy throbbing with need, a dull, insistent ache that she could not ignore.

He twisted her legs together to the side while her body remained pinned against the table, so that her ass stuck out, pussy sandwiched between her thighs, dripping and ready. She heard him undo his pants, and then a rustling of fabric as his cock sprung out, thick and heavy and veiny.