House Rules: Misbehave. Close Quarters, #1

"Discipline, self-control... these are skills best honed over time, " Rowan tells Elin, floating a ruler inches from her slit. Her palms are flat on the mahogany desk, nails biting crescent marks into the polished surface. His cock strains against his trousers. "There is always more to be taught, Miss Elin."From a study that reeks of sex and ink to a stable where he slams into her balls-deep with a single brutal thrust and she contracts around him, hot, wet, and undeniably perfect.
A courtyard where her cry echoes off the ivy. A hall where the courtiers are frozen and he doesn't give a damn - he's defiled her utterly and the room is his throne. "Thou drivest me to madness, " he tells her, and he means it.