Author's Note: Ok so when I reread this I picked up a little bit of Dom/Sub at play ... how I missed that when writing it I have no clue. There is also spanking and I guess to a degree a little bit of Bondage if you squint really hard at Clint's Belt. You have been warned.

Chapter Eleven: Mind Shattering

When Clint's softly growled words finally registered through Shay's haze of arousal, a shiver ran the length of her spine as her gaze drifted from his face to the desk, his large hands firmly grabbing her ass, lifting her off the floor and onto his lap drew a startled yelp from her throat.

Fighting for purchase so she didn't slip Shay tightened her legs against his thighs, her hands sliding along Clint's spectacular arms to settle at his broad shoulders. The briefest brush of calloused fingers across her stomach caused another shiver to roll along her spine, she felt a slight tug at the waistband of her jeans followed by the soft rasp of the zip being drawn down hastily.

The next thing Shay knew she found herself lying on her back with Clint's weight pinning her to the desk, his hands gliding along her denim clad legs where they still gripped his thighs, the quiet thud she vaguely registered she soon realized were her sneakers being removed.

As Clint pushed his weight back off her, straightening to rake his eyes along her body, Shay shifted restlessly, bringing her legs up to brace her now bare feet on the desk edge she pressed her shoulders back into the desk arching her back to lift her ass.

She was busy trying to awkwardly push her jeans and panties down over her hips when Clint's fingers firmly gripped her wrists, halting her efforts. Shay barely bit back a groan of frustration as he moved her hands to place them palm down on the desk, she met his gaze just as he growled softly "Don't move them."

When Clint's fingers slipped beneath the waistbands of her jeans and panties Shay was forced to close her eyes in order to keep her hands exactly where he'd placed them. It was almost torturous how slowly he peeled both items of clothing past her hips, what small fraction of her rational brain was still functioning supposed she really had brought this on herself when she'd done similar to him in the first place.

Feeling his fingers brush past her thighs Shay let her ass drop back down onto the desk, when she finally felt Clint's fingers at her ankles she lifted her feet enough to let the denim and cotton be pulled off.

Eyes closed, she lay spread before him, nude and vulnerable, exposed to his hungry gaze. She couldn't quite bear to look at him, to see what she was sure must be disappointment in those changeable eyes of his. And then her own eyes flew open with startlement as he murmured;

"Most beautiful sight I ever saw."

He was gazing at her intently, his hands braced on either side of her body on the desk as he leaned over her. Once again she forgot all about his command to keep her hands still; reaching up she framed his face in her hands, pulling him down to kiss her. He came willingly enough, but after a moment lifted back up, his mouth curling in a wicked smirk.

"You're just no good at following orders, are you darlin'?"

Shay frowned in puzzlement. And then her eyes opened even wider as she felt him grasp both her wrists in one of his big hands.

The sensation of smooth leather being wrapped about her trapped wrists was unexpected to say the least and it took Shay a couple of moments, and the brush of cool metal against her skin, for her to realise that her makeshift restraints were in fact Clint's belt.

She couldn't figure out when exactly Clint had managed to not only pull up his jeans but remove his belt, it certainly had wrapped about her wrists rather quickly, which meant that he'd obviously had something in mind for it to begin with.

"Well I've never been good with authority figures, just ask Ty. He's about the only damn person I've ever listened to…..until a week ago." She sassed back, even as Clint's hands were guiding her arms up over her head, closing her fingers over the edge of the desk the guttural grunt that emanated from him she took as approval.

"Move 'em again darlin', without me telling you to, and I'm gonna put you over my knee and spank that gorgeous ass of yours till you can't sit down without thinking of me."

His husky tone of voice combined with the …..well she couldn't decide whether to class that as a threat, warning or promise really, caused a shiver of anticipation along her spine and a fluttering sensation in her stomach. She made a decision then and there that she was definitely going to be moving her hands later on without permission, simply to see if he would make good on that promise.

The feeling of Clint's calloused fingers gliding down her sternum and over her skin was having a rather overwhelming effect on her senses, when he hit the occasional ticklish spot it drew out an embarrassing girlish giggle as she attempted, and usually failed, to escape his teasing fingers.

When Clint disappeared from her limited line of sight Shay frowned, a soft creak along with his hands sliding up the back of her calves told her he had sat himself down in the antique leather desk chair just in front of her feet.

Shay sucked in a sharp breath as her legs were suddenly lifted and settled with the backs of her knees resting on Clint's shoulders, his hot breath suddenly hitting the inside of her thigh mere moments before she felt the graze of teeth run up her thigh.

As Clint's muscular left arm draped across her pelvis with his hand settling to curl about her hip, before Shay even had a chance to try and guess what he had in mind his breath blew across her heated core and was promptly followed by his wickedly talented tongue licked a teasing stroke along the length of her heated core before flicking at her clit.

Coherent thought flew right out the window at that point in time, leaving Shay an incoherent, quivering mess. Her fingers tightened against the edge of the desk as she tried to shift her hips and chase relief from the pressure that was slowly building.

The only sound she could hear aside from her own keening and moans was the wet slurping noise Clint made as he greedily feasted on her, his low groan just barely audible yet vibrating through her body.

Managing to turn her feet in Shay planted the soles of both feet against Clint's bare back, lifting her head slightly she caught sight of his sandy brown hair, though when he moved to lap at her clit she found herself staring mesmerised into those gorgeous midnight blue eyes.

When Clint slid two fingers into her core as he sucked hard on her clit Shay moaned loudly before her head fell back onto the desk with a soft thump, his calloused fingers prodding as he drove them in further, crooking them slightly as he explored.

As his fingers brushed her g-spot Shay mumbled incoherently and dug her feet harder into his back as she garbled "unng."

The low rumble of Clint's laughter vibrating against her clit didn't do much to help Shay get some of her higher brain functions back, with her white knuckled grip on the desk and her feet pressed into his back she managed to buck her hips upwards slightly until his arm firmly pushed back down on her pelvis and his mouth lifted from its teasing and turned to place a sharp, bruising bite onto one of her inner thighs.

She was so close, she could feel it boiling just beneath the surface, it must have been apparent to Clint as well since the beautiful bastard kept pushing her close to precipice before backing off. With a quiet whimper Shay forced her eyes shut and let her feet go limp, a moment later she heard the chair go rolling across the floor and collide with the wall.

A roll of Clint's broad shoulders had her legs dropping to hang freely, Shay felt more than heard his movements as he leant over her, his legs trapping her right leg between them as his mouth brushed by her ear huskily murmuring.

"You gonna come for me darlin'?"

The only response Shay could give him was a strangled moan as she rolled her hips to grind down against his hand, his other hand having abandoned her hip in favour of cupping one of her breasts and kneading firmly, occasionally rolling her nipple between calloused fingers.

A gentle nip at her lower lip had Shay's eyelids fluttering open, her rich chocolate eyes locking with Clint's intense midnight blue ones as his tongue flicked lightly along her lips before he lowered his head to claim her lips in a feather light kiss.

Feeling her inner muscles clamp down on Clint's fingers Shay groaned into the kiss, her lips parting to admit his seeking tongue as her orgasm ripped through her body, shattering any coherent thought processes she'd managed to regain.

Releasing her grip on the desk Shay dropped her arms over Clint's head to rest on his shoulders as she shuddered uncontrollably beneath him, the slow slide of his fingers as he eased them out of her triggering aftershocks that rippled through her.

When Clint straightened without breaking the kiss, it was only her arms around his neck that brought her upright with him, when he pulled back from the kiss that wicked smirk had returned.

She felt the brush of his fingers at her wrists as Clint unfastened his belt, unwrapping the leather he then dropped it to the desk beside him, leaning in he whispered against her ear "You did it again, darlin'."

Before Shay realised what was happening she found herself draped across Clint's lap, her abs resting against his denim clad thighs, her head hanging towards the floor. Blindly reaching she managed to prop one hand on the desk and the other on his knee to push her head up to stop the blood from rushing to it.

The gentle caress of one big hand across the curve of her ass as Clint's other one settled in the middle of her back was her only warning, the first strike of his hand to her bare ass drew a yelp from her throat as she squirmed on his thighs.

As the second blow struck Shay sucked in a sharp breath, each following blow that landed began to transform from a sharp stinging pain to a slow erotic pleasure that started sending more little aftershocks rippling through her body until her hand clamped tightly against Clint's knee as she shattered again, his name a low moan that escaped her lips before she fell limply across his lap, barely able to keep her eyes open.

Clint sucked in a sharp breath as Shay writhed and moaned in his lap. He'd never expected her to climax again just from a spanking. He'd been thoroughly enjoying himself painting her beautiful bottom scarlet with his hand, and it had been fairly obvious she hadn't exactly hated it, but… well, the fact that she liked it that much… right, he needed to take her to bed.

Now.