Chapter 10 #3
He kept moving, kept touching, kept pushing me higher. One hand on my hip, holding me steady. The other alternating between my breasts—squeezing, slapping, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I was sobbing with need.
"You're dripping all over my desk," he said, voice rough with arousal. "Making such a mess. What would everyone think if they knew their sweet, professional Rachel was really such a dirty girl?"
"Oh god, oh god, Matteo—"
"That's right. I'm the only one who gets to see you like this. The only one who gets to fuck you like this." His rhythm was relentless now, each thrust driving deeper. "Say it."
"You, you're the only one."
"Louder."
"You're the only one!" I cried out, my voice echoing in the empty office.
Suddenly, he stopped. Pulled out. I whimpered at the loss, my body clenching around nothing.
I heard him moving, felt his hands working at the tie around my wrists. The silk loosened, fell away. Before I could lower my arms, he was lifting me—hands hooked under my thighs, pulling me up.
"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded.
I obeyed blindly, my legs circling his waist as he positioned me on the edge of the desk. His hands gripped my ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he lined himself up again.
This time, when he entered me, it was face to face. Deeper. So much deeper.
"Fuck!" My hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt. I still couldn't see—the tie was still wrapped around my eyes—but I could feel everything. Every inch of him filling me. Every breath against my neck.
"Hold on tight," he warned.
Then he started moving. Hard, punishing thrusts that made my whole body bounce on the desk. I clung to him, legs locked around his waist, as he fucked me with an intensity that stole my breath.
His mouth found my breast, teeth grazing my nipple before biting down gently. I gasped, my inner walls clamping around him.
"So responsive," he murmured against my skin. "Every time I touch you here," his hand squeezed my other breast, "you squeeze my cock so tight."
"Can't-can't help it..."
"I know, baby. Your body knows exactly what it needs, doesn't it?"
His hand left my breast, sliding down to grip my ass. Then—
Smack.
The sharp sting made me cry out, my body jerking forward. The movement drove him even deeper inside me.
"Matteo!"
"You love it," he growled. "I can feel how wet you get every time I spank this perfect ass."
Another one, on the other side.
"God, yes, yes—"
He was right. I did love it. Loved the way the pain bloomed into pleasure. Loved how my body tightened around him with each impact. Loved being completely at his mercy, blindfolded and helpless in his arms.
"That's my girl," he praised, his rhythm never faltering. "Taking everything I give you. Such a good fucking girl."
His palm came down again and again, each slap timed with his thrusts. The combination was devastating. I was making sounds I didn't recognize—broken, desperate, animal.
"Everyone's gone home," he said, his voice dark and rough. "The whole floor is empty. No one can hear you. So let me hear those pretty sounds. Let me hear what I do to you."
As if I had any choice. My moans filled the office, shameless and raw.
"You feel that?" His fingers dug into my ass where he'd been spanking me, the slight pain making me gasp. "Feel how deep I am? How your body opens up for me?"
"Yes, yes, so deep."
"Gonna fill you up," he growled against my neck. "Gonna make you come all over my cock first, then fill this tight little pussy with my cum. Would you like that?"
"Please." I was babbling now, beyond coherent thought. "Matteo, I need to—"
"What?" His hand came down hard on my ass one more time.
"I need to come!" I sobbed. "Please let me come!"
"Then come," he commanded, his mouth finding mine in a brutal kiss. "Come for me, Rachel."
His hips slammed into me, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. His hand squeezed the reddened flesh of my ass. His teeth caught my lower lip.
And I shattered.
My whole body seized, clamping down on him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. I screamed into his mouth, my nails probably drawing blood through his shirt as I held on for dear life.
"Fuck, Rachel." His rhythm turned erratic, desperate. "I'm gonna—"
With a guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as possible and came, his release flooding me as my inner muscles milked him for everything he had.
We stayed like that for a long moment—both panting, trembling, wrapped around each other. Finally, his hands came up to gently remove the tie from my eyes.
Light flooded back in, making me blink. When my vision cleared, I found him watching me with an expression I couldn't quite read—something fierce and possessive and maybe a little bit tender.
"You okay?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing across my cheek.
I nodded, still too wrung out to speak.
"Good." He kissed me again, slower this time. "Because we're going to do that again. Often."
I couldn't help it. I laughed, the sound breathless and slightly hysterical. "You're impossible."
"And you love it." He carefully untangled us, helping me down from the desk. My legs were shaky, barely holding me up.