~ADELINA
"Lock the door." He said, his voice, a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. No please, no preamble, Just the quiet authority that had me obeying before the words fully registered in my head. The click of the deadbolt echoed, sealing both of us in his office.
I turned to face him as my breaths was already coming out shallow, and my fingers twitching at my sides as I waited for what was to come.
He stood, the chair rolling back with a whisper of wheels against the hardwood as it rounded his desk. His steps was measured with the soles of his oxfords pressed into the floor with the weight of his intentions towards me. The space between us shrunk, but it wasn't the distance that made my heart hammer, it was the way he carried himself, he carried himself like a man who knew exactly what he was about to take and would stop at nothing until he has it.
When he reached me, he didn't speak, he didn't need to because his actions drives me insane just as much as his words does. His hand lifted slowly and calculatingly as his rough knuckles gently graze my cheekbone, his fingers curled against my jaw, tilting my face upward as he stared down into my eyes with a lustful gaze.
His thumb brushed against my lower lip, and I parted them without thinking as I took his thumb in between my lips. His dark eyes flickered with something dangerous, approval, or the promise of what he had in store for me?
"Get in position." He commanded, his voice taking on that dominant tone I recognized. My pulse quickened as it felt like I was about to have sex with him for the first time, meanwhile, I've lost count in reality.
I turned on my unsteady legs as I moved towards his desk with my skirt swaying with each step I took. The wood of his desk was cool beneath my palms as I braced myself at the edge which dug into my hips. My fingers trembled while gathering the fabric of my skirt, bunching it at my waist, the rustling taffeta of my inner skirt was the only sound that punctured the intense silence that had bestowed upon us.
The air hit my exposed thighs which made me clench my legs together as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, the wine colored lace I had specifically chosen in hopes that he would be taking it off me.
I pushed them down, the fabric whispering against my skin before it pooled at my ankles. I was bare in front of my boss, opened and all vulnerable to his gaze as the cool office air continued to kiss the damp heat between my legs.
I didn't have to look to know he was watching as I could already feel his gaze like a physical touch, tracing the curve of my hips and bum.
"Beautiful." He praised.
My cheeks burned at his compliment, but no ounce of shame was felt in me by the weight of his stare. It was the thrill of being seen, of being wanted like this, of being wanted by Ocean Steele himself. Before I could savor the moment, he was moving again with his presence which was like a dark shadow looming behind me.
The clink of his belt buckle made my stomach tighten, the leather hissing as he pulled it free from the loops of his slacks. I didn't flinch when he wrapped the cold leather around my wrists, I didn't resist as he cinched it tight around my wrists, the feel of the leather biting into my skin was enough to remind me who was in charge.
My pulse jumped as he secured the buckle which binded my hands behind my back. The position forced my ass out and every inch of my already dripping core was displayed for his pleasure.
"Such a desperate little thing, hm?" His voice was a velvet taunt as his fingers trailed down my spine before settling on the swell of my hip. I swallowed hard, my body already betraying me as I wiggled my ass at him.
And without a warning, his other hand came down as a sharp, stinging crack was felt against my left ass cheek. The pain bloomed bright and hot which made me whimper, my back arching and my bounded wrists twisting behind me, wanting to get out of the confines.
"Did you take your pills today?" He asked,
and with a trembling voice, I whispered, "Yes Mr Ste-" I was cut off my sentence due
to the feel of Ocean's hand which was in between my legs, two fingers sliding through my slick folds with a groan of approval. "So wet for me."
The broad head of his cock nudged against my entrance as he slowly invaded my hole, my body stretching to accommodate his size, and he didn't stop until he was seated deep in me with his hips flushed against my ass as his length pulsated inside my core.
"Fuck." I breathed, my forehead dropping to the desk as my bounded hands clenched into fists.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me. "That's the idea." His grip on my hip tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh which I was sure was going to leave marks behind, but I didn't care. He slowly pulled back, almost teasingly before slamming back in with a force that stole my breath making me choke on the passing air.
The desk creaked beneath me, the rhythm of his thrusts brutal and unyielding. Each snap of his hips drove me forward with my boobs pressing against the hard wood desk, my nipples hard and aching for attention, his attention.
The room was filled with the obscene sounds of our bodies, skin slapping skin and my wetness slicking every thrust, my muffled moans which was swallowed by the desk as I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
He wasn't gentle. He wasn't supposed to be. This was punishment, reward, ownership all in one, his cock pistoning into me with a ferocity that left no doubt who I belonged to. My legs trembled as I could already feel my orgasm building up inside me, but I knew better than to come without permission. His free hand tangled in my hair as he yanked my head backwards before attacking my throat with his lips and teeth like a starved beast.
He was marking me.
"You're mine." He growled against my ear, his pace never faltering as he pounded harder and rougher into me. "Say it."
The command broke me. "Y-yours." I gasped with a slight stutter, the word torn from me as his cock hit that perfect spot inside me. His grip on my hair tightened as his thrusts grew erratic, his control fraying at the edges.
"Again."
I sobbed as my body clenched around him. "Yours." I choked out, my release crashing over me in a wave of hot pleasure. He groaned, his own climax tearing through him as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock twitching inside me as he spilled deep, filling me with his warm seeds.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing, the scent of sex thick in the air before his lips brushed the shell of my ear as his voice whispered the word like a dark promise,
"Good girl."