He didn’t wait for me to stand. He grabbed me by the upper arm and hauled me to my feet, then spun me around and bent me roughly over his large oak desk. My cheek pressed against the cool wood, papers scattering under me. He shoved my tiny sleep shorts and panties down my legs in one rough yank, leaving them tangled around my ankles.

“Ass up,” he commanded, kicking my feet wider apart. “Show me that pretty pussy you’ve been hiding under my roof.”

I arched my back, pushing my ass higher. The cool air kissed my soaked, swollen folds. I was dripping — shamefully, embarrassingly wet — and...