Chapter 5 Mia #2
Stepping fully between my spread knees, the cold air hits my drenched pussy, tightening my muscles in anticipation. Thick fingers hook aggressively into the lace waistband of my panties before a single violent yank shreds the material completely off my body.
"Efficient," I manage to gasp out.
"Calculated," he corrects. "Wasted time hurts the bottom line."
Foreplay is entirely abandoned. Broad hands clamp onto my hip bones to lift me slightly off the metal before he thrusts his hips violently forward.
The thick head of his cock buries deeply inside me in one devastating, bottoming stroke.
"God!" I scream, the sound echoing off the steel as he stretches me past my limits, filling me to the absolute hilt.
My dripping pussy walls clamp down tight around his massive girth, pulsing in a frantic, desperate rhythm to accommodate the invasion, aggressively pulsing to take the heavy intrusion.
A guttural groan rips from his throat, the sound raw and completely untethered. His forward momentum halts entirely as he buries his face into the crook of my neck. "Fuck. The tightest grip. Fucking flawless."
"Move," I urge, digging my acrylic nails hard into his broad back. "Please drive into me."
The slow withdrawal drags maximum friction along my sensitive flesh before he brutally slams his hips forward again.
My skull falls back, my spine arching. The bruising grip on my hips holds my writhing body firmly in place against the relentless pounding.
His heavy, dominant weight fully pins me to the metal surface.
The thick base of his shaft grinds mercilessly against my clit with every deep thrust, sending sparks of white-hot lightning shooting through my nerve endings.
"Look at me," he demands.
"My vision is completely black!"
"Mine isn't." Rough fingers clamp onto my chin, forcing my face straight forward. "Watching you take every inch of my cock is the greatest return on investment. Giving you this orgasm is the only metric that matters."
The brutal rhythm of his thrusts turns relentlessly punishing. Each deep plunge of his hips claims ownership over the wet heat surrounding him. He stakes his permanent territory with every violent drive against my swollen clit.
The strict logic of my mind completely dissolves. Heavy sweat and the relentless, primal drive of his thick cock demand my total focus. Wrapping my bare legs tightly around his narrow waist pulls his pelvic bone flush against mine, burying the thick head as deep as physically possible.
"Elias," I moan, the pitch of my voice climbing higher. "I’m right on the edge—"
"Tip over," he orders. A calloused thumb reaches down between our slickly connected bodies to press directly onto my swollen clit. The ruthless circular grinding perfectly matches the brutal pace of his thrusts. "Zero out the account, Mia. Cash it all out for me."
The sharp added friction launches me straight into the freefall.
The powerful orgasm hits with the same violent force as the C4 detonating upstairs.
My spine bows rigidly off the cold metal, my vocal cords tearing as I scream his name into the black void.
My drenched walls clamp down brutally around his thick shaft, the internal muscles milking him through relentless spasms.
A primal roar rips from Elias's chest as his remaining restraint completely shatters.
Driving into my wet heat with four rapid, brutal thrusts locks his hips tight against my pelvis.
Thick, scalding ropes of his seed pour deep into my pussy, filling my womb as he claims me.
He doesn't pull back; he stays buried, forcing me to take every drop of his release until my walls stop spasming around him.
The deep groans vibrate against my chest as he drains his heavy balls entirely.
Our sweat-slicked bodies remain tangled on the steel surface as the heavy breathing slowly normalizes.
The crushing weight of his massive frame presses me flat, an anchoring presence in the pitch black room. His face stays buried in the mess of my hair as the erratic thumping against my ribs begins to slow.
The oppressive darkness transforms into a protective barrier completely isolating us from the active warzone directly above.
Thick muscle shifts over me, the thick cock slowly dragging out of my tight walls.
A sharp whimper protests the loss of his filling heat.
Strong hands instantly grip my waist to pull my limp form upward, securing me tightly onto his solid lap at the edge of the steel table.
Heavy denim remains bunched around his boots.
"Any damage?" he asks, the deep gravel of his voice vibrating against my cheek.
Resting my forehead against his sternum lets me track the rapid thumping of his pulse. "The internal structure is totally compromised."
A low chuckle rumbles through his chest cavity. "Reconstruction is my specialty."
The wide span of his hand smooths down my bare spine. "Walking out that Vault door isn't an option. The audit is complete, but your permanent residence is right here."
A small smile pulls at my swollen lips in the pitch blackness. The violent chaos tearing apart the compound above fails to trigger a single spike of adrenaline. The exact parameters of my future are finally set in stone.
"Relocation sounds entirely unappealing," I whisper.
"Good." Soft lips press firmly onto the crown of my head. "You’re the only asset that yields a perfect return. Removing you from the permanent ledger isn't going to happen."
The overhead bulbs suddenly pop with a sharp crack of electricity.
Elias rips the night vision goggles from his head as the fluorescent tubes buzz violently back to life.
He stares down with absolute, predatory focus.
My blouse is in shreds, the buttons scattered across the concrete floor near his heavy boots.
Dark hair sticks up in thick, messy angles above swollen, thoroughly kissed lips.
Angry red crescents from my acrylic nails drag deep across his broad shoulders.
The raging storm previously brewing in his gray irises has settled into a calm, predatory satisfaction.
A large palm cups my jawline, a calloused thumb dragging over my abused bottom lip. "Still mine," he states directly.
Scanning the wreckage reveals scattered client files, a violently overturned office chair, and the shredded lace of my panties discarded by his heavy boots. The sterile office environment resembles a bomb site.
The total destruction marks a perfect victory.
"Still yours," I agree.
The heavy steel intercom bolted to the wall violently crackles to life. Logan’s distorted voice slices through the quiet room. "Vault, status check. Siege is broken. We’re clear. Anyone breathing down there?"
Elias maintains the intense eye contact while blindly reaching a long arm toward the comms panel, pressing the green button with his thumb.
"Breathing," he grates into the mic, a dark smirk pulling at his rigid expression. "But operations require another hour. Keep the heavy door locked."
The green light clicks off as he hauls me flush against his hard chest for another bruising kiss.
"Now," he murmurs against my wet mouth. "Time to severely test those efficiency numbers."