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“Look at him,” Melanie snarled, pulling roughly at Ruth’s hair.
Ruth followed the movement, scalp stinging and tears pricking her eyes.
She was bent over the desk in front of his portrait, starched blouse and ironed blazer still neat over her torso whilst her skirt was hitched up over her ass. Melanie pressed roughly against her, causing the solid wood of the desk to bite roughly into her hips.
“I said, look at him,” Melanie repeated firmly.
Ruth forced her eyes to open, to stare at the painting peering down over her.
“Beg him,” Melanie snarled again. “Beg him to let me fuck you.”
The tears escaped her eyes and cut hot paths down her cheeks. Ruth bit her lip.
Melanie tugged at her hair again, impatient.
“Please...” Ruth began, faltering almost immediately. She felt the grip in her hair tighten as more tears fell. “Please sir. Please Mr. Wilford. Please – Ah! I -”
Ruth cried out as Melanie’s fingers thrust inside her without warning. Before she could
adjust to the intrusion, Melanie pulled out again.
“Not good enough,” she whispered, dark and low.
Ruth whimpered, fresh tears spilling down onto the desk.