Pride warred with need, but the ache in my pussy was a living thing, pulsing with desperation. “Fuck me, Julian,” I gasped, the words tearing from me like a confession. “Please, just—fuck me.”
He didn’t wait, didn’t tease. He thrust into me in one brutal stroke, his cock stretching my cunt with a delicious burn that had me crying out, my fingers clawing at the wall. He was huge, filling me completely, and each punishing thrust drove me higher, the slap of our bodies echoing in the dim corridor. “That’s it,” he grunted, his voice strained as he pounded into me, his grip on my hair tightening. “Take every fucking inch, sweetheart. This is what you’ve wanted all along.”
My moans spilled free, raw and unrestrained, as he fucked me with a ferocity that bordered on violence, each movement stoking the wildfire in my core. The danger of being caught—anyone could turn the corner and see us, see me unraveling under my enemy’s touch—only sharpened the pleasure, making my clit throb with every brutal drive of his dick. His hand slipped around to my front, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing in tight, merciless circles until I was trembling, teetering on the edge.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” he growled, slowing his pace just enough to keep me dangling, the bastard edging me until I was a whimpering mess. “You think you can handle more?” His voice was a dark challenge, and I felt him pull out, only to press the tip of his cock against my asshole, slick with my juices and the lube from the condom. My breath caught, fear and forbidden desire clashing as he teased the tight ring, not pushing in, just letting the threat linger.
“Julian—” I started, my voice shaky, but he cut me off with a sharp slap to my ass, the sting blooming into heat that made my pussy clench.
“Trust me,” he murmured, his tone softer now, almost coaxing, as his fingers dipped into my cunt again, gathering my wetness and spreading it over my asshole. “I’ve got something for you.” From his pocket, he produced a small, sleek butt plug, its cold metal kissing my skin as he teased it against me. “Relax, Amber. Let me own every part of you.”
The intrusion was slow, careful, the plug stretching me with a mix of discomfort and dark pleasure as he eased it in, his other hand stroking my clit to distract me. Once it was seated, the fullness was maddening, intensifying every sensation as he thrust his cock back into my pussy, the dual penetration sending sparks through my nerves. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, his control slipping as he fucked me with abandon, the plug amplifying every movement.
I was lost, drowning in the raw, filthy ecstasy of it all, my body no longer my own as he drove me toward a shattering climax. “Now,” he rasped, his fingers pinching my clit hard enough to make me scream. “Come for me, Amber. Let me feel that pussy milk my cock.”
The command broke me. My orgasm ripped through me like a storm, my cunt spasming around his dick, my asshole clenching around the plug as wave after wave of pleasure obliterated me. I screamed his name, the sound raw and desperate, as he thrust once, twice more, then groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, filling the condom with hot spunk I could feel through the thin barrier.
“Don’t think this changes anything,” he said, his voice cold now, a stark contrast to the heat we’d just shared. “Tomorrow, I’ll still destroy you in that boardroom.”
I turned to face him, my legs still unsteady, my body aching with the marks of his possession, and forced a smile, though my heart twisted. “And I’ll still fight you tooth and nail, Voss. But next time, I’m tying you down.”