Emma Frost's mind wandered as she watched Scott Summers pace in front of her. He looked so fucking hot when he was angry, and she couldn't resist the urge to tease him.

"Scott, darling," she purred, standing up from her chair and sauntering towards him. "You look so tense. Why don't you let me help you relax?"

Scott stopped pacing and glared at her, but Emma could see the desire in his eyes. She reached out and traced her fingers down his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch.

"Emma, I don't think that's a good idea," he growled, but he didn't move away.

Emma smiled and leaned in closer, pressing her body against his. "Why not? I know you want me, Scott. I can feel it."

She reached down and cupped his cock through his pants, feeling it harden beneath her touch. Scott sucked in a breath, and Emma knew she had him.

"Fine," he said, his voice low and rough. "But I'm in charge."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what do you plan to do with me, Scott?"

Scott's eyes darkened, and he reached out to grab her by the throat. Emma gasped as he slammed her against the wall, his other hand ripping open her half-top.

"I'm going to make you scream, Emma," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm going to make you beg for more."

Emma's pussy clenched at the thought, and she moaned as Scott's hand moved down to cup her breast. He squeezed it hard, making Emma cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck, Scott," she gasped, her head falling back against the wall.

Scott smirked and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I'm rough with you."

Emma nodded frantically, her body trembling with desire. Scott chuckled and moved his hand down to her pants, ripping them open and tearing her panties off.

"Spread your legs, Emma," he commanded, and Emma obeyed without hesitation.

Scott reached down and stroked her pussy, making Emma moan and writhe against the wall. He slipped a finger inside her, and Emma gasped as he started to fuck her with it.

"Oh, fuck, Scott," she moaned, her legs trembling.

Scott smirked and added a second finger, fucking her harder and faster. Emma could feel her orgasm building, and she let out a humiliating guttural groan of pleasure.

"You're so wet, Emma," Scott growled, his fingers moving even faster. "You're going to cum, aren't you?"

Emma nodded, unable to speak. She was so close, and she knew that Scott wasn't going to stop until she came.

Suddenly, Scott pulled his fingers out of her pussy and slapped her hard across the face. Emma cried out in surprise and pain, but the slap only made her desire for Scott grow stronger.

"Bend over, Emma," he commanded, his voice rough and commanding.

Emma obeyed, bending over the desk and spreading her legs wide. Scott stepped up behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto his cock.

Emma moaned as she felt him fill her up, his cock hitting all the right spots. Scott started to fuck her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her reached around and grabbed her by the throat, choking her as he fucked her hard enough to break her.

Emma's orgasm hit her like a wave, and she screamed as she came, her pussy clenching around Scott's cock. Scott groaned and started to cum as well.

They both collapsed onto the desk at the side of the room, panting and sweating. Scott pulled out of Emma and turned her over. She looked up at the red lenses that covered his eyes but she could still feel him looking down at her, dark and possessive.

"You're mine, Emma," he stated, his hand still around her throat.

Emma smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Yes, Scott. I'm all yours."

Scott smirked and leaned in to kiss her, his tongue exploring her mouth. Emma moaned and kissed him back, already feeling her desire for him building again.

There was a time this was just a fantasy. But now she had him all to herself. They had all the time in the world to explore each other, and Emma knew that she was going to enjoy every moment of it.