Chapter 10 #2
With that, he left quickly. I rolled my eyes but picked up the files and got to work. One by one, the lights on the forty-eighth floor went out until only two lonely lamps remained—mine and the one in his office. It took me nearly four hours to verify all the data and referenced clauses.
When I finally carried the corrected files into his office, it was almost eleven at night.
"Matteo, the files are done." I placed them on his desk and turned to leave. The next second, he caught my wrist and pulled me toward the large desk. He pressed me down onto it; the cold surface sent a shiver through my body.
Before I could react, he leaned over and kissed me.
The heat of his lips and tongue nearly swept me away.
Matteo was urgent. He pushed my legs apart with his knee, his hand slipping under the hem of my shirt, expertly unclasping my bra.
Then he yanked my shirt open, leaving my upper body completely exposed before him.
His gaze burned as he looked at me. Then he lowered his head and took my left nipple into his mouth.
"Mmm..."
He licked and sucked, grazing me lightly with his teeth, until my whole body went weak. While he toyed with my breasts, his other hand unzipped my skirt and slid inside. Through the thin lace of my panties, his fingers circled the already wet heat between my legs.
"You just got in, and you want to leave already?" He began slowly thrusting his fingers. "Won't you stay for a while?"
"It's... too late," I gasped, trying to pull his hand away, but he held me firmly.
"You know better than that." He pressed harder, making me cry out. "We've done it much later than this."
With that, he quickly stripped away my last remaining barrier. One finger became two, expertly finding the most sensitive spot and pressing, stroking, and curling inside me.
"Ah, mmm—"
I gripped the edge of the desk tightly, my nails leaving faint scratches on the surface.
"Matteo," I gasped, my fingers still digging into the desk. "We can't, not here—"
But he wasn't listening. He pulled his slick fingers out slowly, making me whimper at the loss. I heard the rustle of fabric, felt him tugging at something around his collar.
His tie.
Before I could process what was happening, the silk slid across my face, pressing against my eyelids. Everything went dark. The fabric was cool against my flushed skin, blocking out every trace of light from the office windows. My breath hitched.
"Matteo..."
"Shh." His voice was rough, commanding. "Trust me."
He gathered my wrists together, pulling them up and over my head. I felt the remaining length of his tie wrap around them, binding them tight before he secured the other end to something—the corner of the desk, maybe. I tugged instinctively, testing. The knot held firm.
I was completely exposed. Blindfolded. Bound. Sprawled across his desk like some kind of offering.
Then his palm cracked against my ass.
The sound echoed in the empty office—sharp, obscene. My body jolted, a shocked cry tearing from my throat. Heat bloomed across my skin where his hand had landed. My thighs clamped together reflexively.
"Don't." His fingers dug into my waist, forcing my legs apart again. "Keep them open for me."
"God, Matteo!"
"That's it," he murmured, his grip tightening as he positioned himself behind me. "Say my name."
I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, sliding through the wetness there. He pushed in slowly—agonizingly slowly—stretching me open inch by inch until he was buried completely inside me.
"Fuck," he groaned. "So tight. So wet for me."
He started moving. Long, deep strokes that made my upper body press flat against the cool desk surface with every thrust. My bound hands twisted uselessly above my head, fingers grasping at nothing.
"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark, filthy. "Being tied up in my office. Anyone could walk in and see you like this—spread open, taking my cock like such a good girl."
"Ah—" I couldn't form words. The blindfold made everything more intense—every thrust, every touch, every dirty word that fell from his lips.
Without warning, his palm landed on my breast. Not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to send a jolt of sensation straight through me. I couldn't see it coming. Couldn't brace for it. The sting melted into something else—something that made my core clench tight around him.
"Matteo, please—"
Another slap, this time on my other breast. My nipples were so sensitive now every touch felt like electricity. "Use your words, Rachel."
"I... I can't..." My voice broke on a moan as he hit a spot deep inside me.
"Can't what? Can't think? Can't speak?" He punctuated each question with a hard thrust. "That's okay, baby. You don't need to think. Just feel."
His hand came down again on my breast, making me arch off the desk. The mixture of pain and pleasure was overwhelming. I pulled against the tie binding my wrists, desperate for something to hold onto, but the silk only tightened.
"That's it," he growled. "Struggle for me. You look so fucking beautiful like this."