Violet's POV

I rolled on my back, the coldness from the desk seeping into my body.

I bent my knees and let them fall open the way he wanted, feet flat on the desk, everything on display. My skirt was still bunched around my waist. My underwear hung off one ankle. I could feel his cum drying sticky on my chin and the corner of my mouth.

He stood at the foot of the desk and looked at me for a long moment, notebook open in one hand.

"You wrote that you wanted to see your own reflection while I fucked you," he said. "The glass top. Remember?"

I nodded,...