Sebastian's fingers stilled inside her, drawing a frustrated whimper from Elena's lips as he withdrew them slowly, leaving her clenching around emptiness. Her body trembled in his lap, the leather chair sticky beneath her from their shared heat. He lifted his hand to her wrist, capturing it in a firm grip that brooked no escape, his thumb pressing into her pulse point where it raced like a trapped bird.
The possessiveness in his touch sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly, mingling with the sharp sting of guilt that Marcus's trusting smile evoked in her mind. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and unyielding, the city lights casting shadows that sharpened the angles of his face. 'Strip for me, Elena,' he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her chest. 'Slowly. Let me see every inch you've been hiding.' The words were laced with authority, but beneath them lurked a hunger that mirrored her own—a man who controlled empires yet craved her surrender like air. Elena's breath hitched, her free hand hovering at the half-open buttons of her blouse. She should stop this, gather her clothes and flee back to the safety of her marriage, to the predictable warmth of Marcus's arms.
But Sebastian's grip anchored her, his stare stripping her bare already, igniting the forbidden thrill that made her thighs clench. With deliberate slowness, she released the remaining buttons, her fingers trembling as the fabric parted, revealing the lace bra that cupped her breasts, nipples still peaked from his earlier attention. The cool office air kissed her skin, raising goosebumps, but it was his gaze that made her shiver—intense, appraising, as if she were a priceless acquisition he intended to claim. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms to pool on the floor.
Sebastian's hold on her wrist tightened just enough to sting, a reminder of his dominance, yet he didn't rush her. Elena shifted in his lap, feeling the hard ridge of his cock pressing insistently against her through his slacks, a promise of what was to come. Her skirt was next; she reached behind, unzipping it with agonizing care, the sound loud in the charged silence. Inch by inch, she peeled it down her hips, lifting slightly to let it fall away, exposing the matching lace panties that clung damply to her pussy. Sebastian's free hand traced the newly bared skin of her thigh, rough calluses scraping lightly, sending sparks up her spine. 'Beautiful,' he murmured, his voice rough with restraint, the tenderness in the word catching her off guard. It wasn't the cold command of a boss; it was a man unraveling, his control fraying at the edges as he watched her.
Elena's heart pounded, desire warring with the moral ache in her chest—loyalty to Marcus a fading echo against the raw pull of Sebastian's touch. She unclasped her bra next, the straps slipping down her arms before she tossed it aside, her breasts spilling free, heavy and aching under his scrutiny. His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide, and he released her wrist only to cup one breast, his palm warm and encompassing. The touch was firm, thumb rolling her nipple with a pinch that bordered on pain, drawing a gasp from her throat. But then he softened it, leaning in to soothe the sting with his mouth—lips closing around the peak, tongue swirling in gentle laps that made her arch into him, a moan escaping unbidden. 'God, Sebastian,' she breathed, her hands threading into his hair, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away.
The blend of roughness and care unraveled her further, his dominance not just in commands but in how he read her body's every twitch, every shiver. He switched to her other breast, sucking harder this time, teeth grazing just enough to make her hips buck against him, the friction against his clothed cock sending jolts of pleasure through her core. His hand roamed lower, fingers sliding between her thighs to tease the edge of her panties before pushing them aside. Elena's breath came in ragged bursts, her body alight with craving as he freed himself from his slacks, guiding her down onto him with a slow, deliberate thrust that filled her completely.
The stretch burned sweetly, her walls clenching around his thick length as he gripped her hips, setting a rhythm that built fast and fierce. She rode him in the chair, their bodies slick with sweat, gasps and moans echoing in the dim office.
Sebastian's hands roamed her back, one tangling in her hair to pull her head back for a bruising kiss, his thrusts deepening until pleasure shattered through her, her cries muffled against his shoulder as he followed, spilling inside her with a guttural groan. They stilled, breaths heaving in the aftermath, Elena's body limp against his chest.
Guilt crashed over her like a wave, Marcus's face flashing in her mind, but so did the lingering ache of satisfaction, the way Sebastian's arms held her with a possessiveness that promised this was only the beginning. He kissed her temple, voice low and satisfied. 'This changes everything, Elena. You're mine now.' She pulled away slowly, gathering her scattered clothes with trembling hands, the city lights outside a mocking reminder of the world waiting beyond this stolen moment.
As she dressed, the weight of her wedding ring felt heavier on her finger, a silent accusation. Sebastian watched her, adjusting his own clothes with casual efficiency, but his eyes held a new intensity—obsession flickering beneath the control. 'Go home to him tonight,' he said, standing and straightening his tie. 'But tomorrow, you'll be back here. And we'll do this again.' Elena nodded, unable to meet his gaze, her mind reeling with the collision of desire and regret. She slipped out of the office, the elevator ride down a blur of conflicting emotions, the evidence of their encounter still warm between her thighs.
At home, Marcus greeted her with a soft kiss and dinner waiting, his kindness a stark contrast that twisted the knife of her betrayal deeper. Yet, as she lay beside him that night, feigning sleep, her thoughts drifted back to Sebastian's touch, the forbidden pull already weaving its web tighter around her heart.