Chapter 15 #2
“Sure you wanted this?” His thumb grinds my clit in rough, perfect circles, as those fingers pump. “Wanted me to ruin you?”
I sob as my cunt spasms—
His palm slaps my ass again, lighter now, possessively, and sparks dance across my eyes.
Almost there—
“You’re taking it like such a good girl,” he murmurs.
Oh, god.
Suddenly he’s spinning me around, pressing my back against the desk. I feel a flash of pain on my butt cheeks as they plant firmly against the desk, but it’s quickly forgotten in what comes next.
His hands find my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other trails down my side, over my hip, between my thighs.
“Corin—”
“Shh.” His fingers dip into my skirt, find my underwear, and slide beneath the fabric. “Let me take care of you.”
His fingers slide beneath the lace, finding me already swollen and drenched. My slick coats his knuckles instantly. Thick, hot, shameless.
I moan when he circles my clit, the pad of his thumb applying just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. He builds me, higher and higher and higher and I’m—
Going to cum going to cum!
But then he stops.
Pulls back completely.
“No—!” The whimper tears from my throat. My inner walls pulse around nothing, feeling the aching emptiness so acutely it borders on pain.
“Ask me.” His voice is velvet-wrapped steel.
“Corin, please—”
“Ask me properly.” His free hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back. “Beg for what you need.”
Heat floods my cheeks. “Please... let me cum.”
“Louder.” His teeth graze my earlobe. “Beg like the dripping little slut you are for me.”
“Fuck— please! Please let me cum! I need it— need you—!”
His fingers dive back into my soaked folds. Not gentle. Claiming.
Two thick digits plunge deep without warning, crooking against that sweet spot inside while his thumb grinds my clit in rough, punishing circles.
Oh god oh god—
Sparks ignite and my back arches off the desk. Every nerve screams.
He slows. Dragging his thumb just left of my clit.
Teasing.
No—
“Corin!”
“Not yet.” His palm slaps my inner thigh. The sting is sharp. Branding. “You cum when I say.”
His fingers curl again, scraping that perfect ridge—
Yes—
I choke on a gasp.
My toes curl.
My cunt flutters.
So close—
He stops again.
Slides his fingers out.
“P-please—” I sob, shaking.
His mouth crashes onto mine as he shoves back inside.
Three fingers now.
Stretching me, pumping hard and fast.
The heel of his palm grinds my clit with every thrust.
His mouth drinks mine in a hungry kiss.
Fuck fuck fuck—
“Gonna—”
Can’t—
Breathe—
Too much—
His lips release mine, and his mouth sucks my shoulder instead. “Cum. Now.”
I shatter.
My vision fills with white light.
My cunt clamps around his fingers.
Pulse.
Pulse.
Pulse.
Wave after violent wave rip through me.
“Fuck yes—take it—” he growls, his fingers working me through the convulsions, dragging the orgasm out until I’m sobbing senseless.
When the last tremor fades, I’m limp. Just utterly boneless. A ragdoll slumped underneath him. Panting against his neck.
His fingers slip out slowly, and I feel the obscene drip-drip between my thighs.
When I can breathe again, not to mention think again, I realize he’s watching me with a mixture of possessive and tenderness.
“I want to try something,” he says.
I blink at him. “Something else?”
After that??
Not sure how much more I can take.
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a silk pocket square. Navy blue.
“A blindfold?” I ask incredulously.
“If you trust me.”
Do I?
The question hangs there between us. After everything we’ve been through, after all the walls and secrets, do I actually trust him?
You’re about to let him tie a silk handkerchief over your eyes and do god knows what to you.
So I guess the answer is yes.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He folds the square carefully, then ties it over my eyes. The fabric is soft, blocking out the harsh fluorescent lights. Suddenly I’m super aware of every sound. The hum of the air conditioning unit, the distant crash of waves outside, Corin’s breathing close to my ear.
“Can you see?” he asks.
“No.”
“Good.” His hands find my waist, lifting me onto the desk. “Now listen carefully. If at any point you want me to stop, you double-tap my thigh. Understand?”
I nod.
“I need to hear you say it, Amara.”
“I understand. Double-tap if I want to stop.”
“Good girl.”
There it is again.
That phrase that shouldn’t work on me but absolutely does.
I hear the rustle of movement. Fabric shifting, his breath hitching.
Anticipation coils low in my belly.
He hikes my skirt higher, bunching it around my waist. Then his fingers hook into the sodden lace of my panties.
He slowly drags them down my thighs. I feel the scrape of damp fabric over sensitive flesh, and then, just like that, they’re gone.
The cool air kisses my exposed skin, making me tremble.
I’m utterly bare and vulnerable under a gaze I can’t see.
His hands slide up the insides of my thighs, his palms rough against my curves. He parts me wider, exposing everything to the humid air. My breath catches.
Then I feel... heat.
Wetness.
Pressure.
His mouth.
Oh god oh god—
His tongue, laves a long, slow stripe up my dripping seam. All the way from my quivering entrance to my throbbing clit.
Every nerve ending screams. The blindfold isn’t darkness; it’s amplification.
Every flick, every suck, every graze of teeth... it’s magnified a thousandfold.
I’m drowning in sensation.
I can smell salt and musk. Feel his low groan vibrating against my flesh.
I grab the edge of the desk, needing something to hold onto.
My hips buck.
Can’t stop them.
Seeking.
Needing.
More.
His tongue zeroes in on my clit. Flicking and circling. Sucking deeply.
The pressure builds.
So close—
Fuck yes—
I used to think I couldn’t orgasm multiple times in the same night.
How wrong I was.
I’m squirming.
His mouth is devouring me, his tongue plunging into me, fucking me shallowly before swirling back to my clit.
Faster.
Harder.
His nose nudges my clit as his tongue works deep.
The dual sensation—
Too much—can’t—
The tension snaps and my muscles clench.
A high whine tears from my throat.
Now now NOW—
Suddenly he sucks my clit hard enough to make stars burst behind my closed eyes.
FUCK—
The orgasm detonates.
Not a wave. A explosion.
I scream his name. “CORIN!”
My back arches impossibly.
My cunt clamps, spasming violently around his fingers.
When did he even insert his fingers?
Pulse pulse PULSE—
My hips buck wildly against his anchoring mouth.
Can’t stop—
More—
YES—
He doesn’t let up. His fingers curl, milking the convulsions. Dragging out every last, blinding shudder.
He catches me as I collapse forward, his strong arms wrapping around my trembling body. His lips press soft, reverent kisses against my belly, my hipbone.
Then the silk blindfold loosens and falls away.
My eyes, blurry with tears and sweat, struggle to adjust to the harsh fluorescent lights.
Corin is watching me with an expression that’s part pride, part hunger.
“Thank you for letting me cum the first time,” I tell him breathlessly.
He nods darkly.
“Your turn,” I manage, reaching for his belt.
He catches my wrist. “Are you sure?”
“Did I double-tap?”
“No.”
I flash a smile. “Then I’m sure.”
His belt clinks. The zipper rasps open. Then—oh god—he shoves his trousers down.
His cock springs free: veined and red, with pre-cum glistening on the flushed crown. Just below, those heavy balls draw up so tightly.
I take all of him in.
Those obliques that carve their usual sharp valleys above his hips.
His thick thighs, strained against the fabric of the pants pooled around his knees.
My gaze returns to his cock. The centerpiece of it all.
“Touch it,” he commands. I wrap trembling fingers around the heat. He grunts.
“Amara—”
“Shh.” I echo his earlier command: “Let me take care of you.”
I stroke him slowly, watching his face. This is what I wanted. To see him lose control. To watch that careful composure crack.
“I need—” He breaks off, breathing hard. “Condom. Wallet.”
Right. Condom. Because we’re responsible adults who make good choices.
Debatable, given the location, but sure.
He fumbles for his wallet, pulls out a condom.
I take the foil. Slowly tear it with teeth. Then I roll it down his shaft... millimeter by millimeter, my thumb swirling the sheathed head at the same time.
“Fucking tease,” he grits. His hips buck. “Finish.”
I lick the sheathed tip. Taste latex. “Make me.”
He snarls, slamming me against the desk.
“Yes!” I scream.
He roughly slides the condom down the rest of the way.
I grab his sheathed cock, so hard and throbbing, and guide him to my soaked entrance.
“Now,” I rasp, nails digging into his hips. “Fucking now, Corin.”
He slams home in one brutal thrust that splits me wide.
Our combined groan is guttural.
I feel everything—
The stretch, the burn, the obscene glide as he buries himself to the hilt.
For one suspended heartbeat, breath trapped in our lungs, we’re fused. One. A single body.
Then his hands clamp hard on my hips, dragging me to the desk’s edge, and he pistons into me.
Hard.
Deep.
Relentless.
The rhythm steals reason.
Each drive of his hips hammers his cock into that swollen spot inside me, sparking white fire across my vision.
My eyesight becomes a tunnel, the edges blurring.
Underneath me, desk drawers rattle with every snap of his pelvis against mine.
The slap of skin fills the air, along with the obscene schlick of him moving in and out of my drenched cunt.
It’s filthy.
It’s perfect.
“Look. At. Me.” His command cracks like a whip.
I force myself to gaze at his face.
His eyes, dark and feral, pin me.
“You’re mine.” His voice rasps. His teeth graze my collarbone. “Say it.”
“Y-yours—” I choke as he angles deeper, hitting that secret place.
“Louder.” A plunges deep. A punishing thrust.
My nails rake his back.
“Yours!” The confession tears from me, ragged. “Always yours—”