She’d only been at the office a week.

Jenna. Medium height, toned and athletic like she spent her mornings running and her evenings doing yoga. Her dark hair was always pinned up in a messy bun, little strands falling over sharp cheekbones. Medium-sized breasts — not the kind that screamed for attention, but just enough to make every fitted blouse she wore drive him crazy. Hips that moved with quiet confidence. Legs for days.

From the moment Alex saw her, something snapped in him. The way she walked, spoke, even just how she sat in meetings — she had no idea what she was doing to him. Or maybe she did. There was something about the way her eyes met his, direct, playful, dangerous.

He wanted her. From day one.

And she knew it. He’d catch her watching him, biting her lip, shifting in her chair when their eyes locked across the room. She was new, ambitious, and already learning how to flirt with power.

So tonight, when she 'accidentally' stayed late and just happened to be in his office with some vague excuse about performance metrics, Alex decided enough was enough.

The office was silent now, just the low hum of city lights and the tension between them. She stood near his desk in a tight pencil skirt, white blouse slightly sheer under the glow of his desk lamp. No bra.

He shut the door.

“Hands flat. Bend over.”

She didn’t even hesitate. Her palms met the cool surface of his desk, chest pressing down. He came up behind her, running his hand slowly up her back, lifting her skirt. A soft, surprised gasp escaped her lips as he revealed a black lace thong stretched over her perfectly shaped ass.

“You wore this for me?” he said, voice low.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I hoped you’d notice.”

He growled, grabbing his belt, the sound of leather sliding through loops sent a shiver down her spine. He folded it in half and brought it down once on her ass; not cruel, but hard enough to make her yelp and clench.

“You’ve been teasing me all week.”

Another smack. Then his hand slipped between her thighs.

“Dripping. You wanted this just as badly, didn’t you?”

She nodded quickly, breathless, arching for him. “Please…”

The belt dropped to the floor. He tore her thong aside and shoved his slacks down just enough to free himself, then lined up at her entrance and pushed inside her in one hard, smooth thrust. She gasped. He filled her completely, stretching her, owning her.

His hips snapped forward, driving into her again and again. The desk creaked under them. Her moans were muffled by her own forearm, biting down to keep quiet though part of her clearly wanted someone to hear.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her back upright, still buried inside her. His other hand slid around her neck, not choking, just owning. “You wanted to be used, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I wanted to be fucked like this.”

He spun her around, lifted her onto the desk in one fluid motion. Her legs spread willingly, wrapping around him as he thrust deep again. She leaned back, breasts bouncing beneath her open blouse, buttons long since undone.

He found her clit and rubbed tight circles with his thumb, watching her unravel.

“I want you to come while I fuck you, Jenna. You’re going to remember this every time you walk into this office.”

She trembled, mouth open in a silent cry, and shattered, walls clenching around him, body arching, thighs trembling.

That sent him over the edge. He cursed under his breath and drove deep one final time, releasing inside her with a sharp grunt, forehead resting against hers as they both caught their breath.

Moments passed.

She looked up at him, eyes dazed but smiling. “So… is this part of my onboarding?”

He smirked. “Only the beginning.”