Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

Back in the office, the balance flipped the moment the door opened.

Gracie walked Durnik in by the tie, fingers curled tight in the expensive fabric, leading him the way a woman led a man who had already surrendered more than he realized. His face was flushed. His breathing was uneven. Whatever authority he usually carried in that room had thinned into open, shameless hunger the second she put her hands on him.

She shoved him back into his chair hard enough to make it roll an inch.

"Papi," she murmured, standing over him, "you’ve been craving me, right?"

Durnik stared up at her like the question itself was a gift. "Yes."

Gracie smiled slowly and started moving around him. Not rushed. Not clumsy. She walked in a loose circle past the desk, past the window, past his frozen body in the chair, making sure he had to turn his head just to keep her in sight. The fitted suit hugged her waist and chest, and every step made the heavy shape of her ass shift under the fabric.

"You’ve been wanting me," she said. "Chasing me around desks. Following me through hallways. Buying chairs for my ass. Is that right?"

"Yes," Durnik said again, thicker this time. "Yes, papi~ I mean~"

She clicked her tongue softly. "Are you sure you can handle me?"

His mouth opened and almost failed him.

"Yes. Yes. I can. I can handle you."

Gracie stopped in front of him and reached for the knot of his tie. She worked it loose with deliberate fingers, leaning just close enough for him to catch the scent of her skin and not close enough for his mouth to reach her. The silk slid free from his collar with a soft pull.

"You sure?" she asked again.

Durnik nodded hard, eyes locked on the open button near her chest. "I’m sure."

"Good." Her voice dropped. "Because I’m going to punish you, papi."

Before Durnik could fully understand what she meant by punish, Gracie moved.

She took his right wrist, then his left, and pulled both hands behind the chair. Using his own tie, she wrapped the silk around his wrists and knotted it tight against the backrest. When she finished, his arms were locked behind him. He could not bring his hands forward at all.

Durnik pulled once on instinct.

The tie did not give.

For a second he looked confused. Then the confusion turned into excitement. Being tied down by her did not scare him. It turned him on. In his mind, this was still part of the game. He thought she was preparing him for sex.

Gracie stepped back and looked at him.

"There," she said softly. "Much better."

Next, she reached for the belt on his trousers.

She opened the buckle, gripped the leather, and pulled it free from every loop around his waist. The belt slid out slowly, one section at a time, until it was fully in her hands. Durnik shifted his legs against the chair while she did it. He could not stand up. He could not touch her. All he could do was watch.

In his head, the scene was already dirty.

He thought she was about to use her mouth on him.

Or sit on him.

Or punish him in a way that still ended with him getting what he wanted.

Gracie folded the leather in half and let it rest against her palm. Then she reached up and opened one button on her top. The fabric loosened, showing more of her soft cleavage without fully exposing her breasts.

Durnik’s eyes dropped straight to her chest.

Durnik made a broken sound in his throat.

"Baby~"

She turned and walked toward the door.

"Ahh~ where are you going?" he demanded, panic cutting through the lust for half a second.

Gracie glanced back over her shoulder. "Papi, I don’t need anyone interrupting us when we’re having our best time."

She locked the door.

Then she double-checked it.

Only when she was satisfied that no one could walk in did she come back toward him. Durnik was already shifting the chair with his legs, restless, hard with expectation, completely convinced that the next thing she did would finally put her body on him.

Gracie stopped in front of his knees.

"Do you like what you’re seeing?" she asked.

"Yes," he said immediately. "Fuck, yes."

The belt cracked across his thigh.

Beat!

Durnik jerked hard against the chair, eyes flying wide.

Gracie’s voice stayed sweet. Almost moaning. "Yes... I like it, papi."

He stared at her, stunned and aroused at the same time. "I like it~ I like it. Go hard on me. Promise me you’ll go hard on me."

That was all she needed.

She hit him again.

Harder.

This time it was not only performance. Some of the real anger underneath her smile came through the leather. He still owed her. He had used money, pressure, and promises like toys, and she had not forgotten the debt just because she was smiling in his office. The second stroke landed with enough force to make his whole body flinch.

Durnik gasped.

The pain was real now. It burned through his leg in a sharp line. But the sexual frustration clouding his head would not let him focus on it cleanly. Every sting still mixed itself up with the sight of her standing over him, top loosened, mouth soft, eyes half-lidded like she was enjoying the control more than the violence.

"You like that?" she whispered.

"Yes," he forced out. "Yes, papi~ please~"

She bent down and dragged his trousers the rest of the way off. Since the belt was already gone, they came free easier than they should have. She pulled them down hard and threw them aside, leaving him exposed in the chair with his hands still bound behind him.

For Durnik, the humiliation should have cooled him down.

It did the opposite.

Being stripped by her while he could not touch her made the whole thing feel even more intense in his messed-up head. He was panting openly now, eyes fixed on her hands, her mouth, the soft exposed upper curve of her breasts.

Gracie looked down at him.

At that useless little dick.

For a second she could not even tell if it was properly hard or just pathetically trying. The sight almost ruined her expression completely. All that chasing, all that money, all that filthy confidence ~ and this was what he had been so desperate to put near her.

Her smile sharpened.

She raised the belt again and brought it down harder than before, this time with no fabric left to dull the strike.

Beat!

It landed clean against bare skin.

Durnik screamed.

"Ahhh!"

The sound ripped out of him raw. His whole body jerked against the tie, chair legs scraping lightly over the floor. The pain finally cut through enough to make his eyes water, but even then he did not tell her to stop. He was too far gone, too convinced that this was still part of the prize.

Gracie’s voice came out low and molten.

"Yes... I like it, papi. I like it."

She walked away from him then, slow enough to make sure he saw every shift of her ass under the skirt.

Each step was deliberate. Heavy. Controlled. She crossed the office toward his computer like a woman who had already taken ownership of the room, hips moving with the exact kind of rhythm she knew would keep his brain melted even while his skin burned.

Behind her, Durnik stayed tied to the chair, trousers gone, belt marks rising on his legs, completely convinced he was about to get the best night of his life.

In front of the computer, Gracie’s eyes cooled just a fraction.

The punishment was only half the point.

Access was the rest.

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