The private room of the upscale steakhouse buzzed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of background jazz. Mahogany walls glowed warm in the candlelight. Crystal goblets gleamed. And Charlotte sat near the end of the long table, legs crossed beneath her tight black pencil skirt, sipping a whiskey neat—her drink of choice when she wanted to feel powerful.

She’d been Benjamin Holt’s personal assistant for five years. Five long years of planning his calendar, smoothing over his roughest boardroom moods, and watching that Viking god of a man walk around like he didn’t know the effect he had. Or maybe he did.

Tonight, Benjamin looked devastating. His navy blazer clung perfectly to his wide shoulders and trim waist. His blond hair was pushed back with an effortless arrogance. And those ice-blue eyes—God—those eyes swept the room like they owned every inch of it.

He laughed at something one of the department heads said, head tipped back, the muscles in his throat taut and begging to be bitten.

Charlotte shifted in her seat, the lace edge of her tights brushing against her inner thighs. She reached for her glass, aware of the hungry glances from a few of the junior execs. But none of them mattered. Not when Benjamin’s gaze had already found her.

He lifted his own glass—bourbon, neat—and gave her a subtle nod across the candlelit table.

Charlotte smiled behind the rim of her glass, lips glossed pink and parted just enough to hint at thoughts far from professional.

She’d worn her favorite outfit tonight: a sheer-sleeved blouse, high-waisted skirt that hugged her hips like a second skin, and patent black stilettos that made her legs look endless. She didn’t dress this way for the others.

Just for him.

As dessert arrived and laughter got louder, Benjamin stood and announced a toast. His voice, low and smooth like a slow drag of velvet, rolled over the room. “To the team. For surviving another fiscal year. And to Charlotte…” He paused, raising his glass higher. “For surviving five of them with me.”

Everyone laughed, clapped, a few whistled. Charlotte gave a modest smile, but her heart stuttered at the way Benjamin’s eyes locked on hers.

After the toast, he didn’t sit. Instead, he made his way to her side of the table. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear—close enough that she felt the heat of his breath.

“You’re coming with me when this wraps up.”

Not a question. A command.

Charlotte exhaled slowly, lashes fluttering behind her glasses. “Of course,” she murmured, voice honeyed and low. “Where to, sir?”

Benjamin’s fingers brushed the back of her chair—an almost-innocent graze. “Somewhere I don’t have to pretend not to look at you.”

Charlotte didn’t ask questions when Benjamin led her out the back of the restaurant, his large hand pressing gently but firmly on the small of her back. The city buzzed just beyond the alley, but they moved in silence—thick with anticipation—toward the nearly empty parking deck.

His sleek black car waited under the flickering yellow lights. She barely had time to catch her breath before he opened the passenger door for her. She slid in, smoothing her skirt over her thighs, her heart thudding hard against her ribs.

He got in wordlessly, the engine purring to life with a low growl. The moment they were moving, she glanced at him—his jaw tight, one hand on the wheel, the other tugging his tie loose with a slow, practiced flick.

“Are we,” she began, her voice barely audible, “going back to the office?”

Her question hung there, soft, fragile.

Benjamin’s chuckle was low and rough, more growl than laugh. He turned his head just slightly toward her, eyes glittering beneath the dark overhead lights.

“Oh, we’re going to the office,” he said, voice dark with promise. “Because I’m fucking done pretending.”

His knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel tighter, the tie now hanging undone around his neck, the top buttons of his shirt opened to reveal a hint of chest and heat.

“I’ve spent five years watching you walk into my office in those damn skirts,” he continued, voice deepening, “biting your lip while you take notes, bending over just a little too far when you file things. Acting like you weren’t doing it on purpose.”

Charlotte’s thighs pressed together instinctively, her breath catching.

“You think I didn’t notice?” he growled. “You think I didn’t want to bend you over my desk every single day you did it?”

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Her mouth was dry, heart hammering, heat pooling between her legs with every word he spoke.

He looked over at her then, a muscle twitching in his jaw.

“I’m going to fuck you on every surface in that office,” he said, final and feral. “Desk. Couch. Even that glass conference table if I have to.”

Charlotte’s lips parted in a soft gasp, her thighs trembling now.

“I’ve waited too long,” he muttered. “And you’re going to take every inch of it like the dirty little assistant you’ve been teasing me into needing.”

She said nothing, eyes wide behind her glasses, her breath hot and shallow. But her body leaned toward him, aching.

And Benjamin noticed.

His hand slipped off the steering wheel at a red light. He gripped her thigh, hard.

“Don’t worry, Charlotte,” he said with a smirk. “You’ll still have a job in the morning.”

Charlotte’s breath trembled in her throat, the air between them thick as smoke. The weight of his hand on her thigh burned through her tights like iron from a forge.

“I—I didn’t mean to…” she began, her voice breaking under the weight of the truth. “I wasn’t trying to…”

Benjamin’s fingers clenched tighter around her leg, silencing her instantly. She gasped softly, thighs tensing under his grip.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. He didn’t take his eyes off the road, but there was fire behind every word. “Don’t insult both of us by pretending you didn’t know exactly what you were doing.”

Charlotte’s lips parted to respond, but no words came.

His hand slid a little higher on her thigh, fingers brushing along the edge of her stocking seam.

“You think I didn’t see the way you’d stare at my mouth during meetings?” he growled. “The way your thighs would press together when I called you into my office and told you to shut the door?”

Charlotte whimpered—barely—and turned her face toward the window, cheeks flushed and lips trembling.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore, sweetheart,” he continued, his voice dipping into something filthy and intoxicating. “Not tonight.”

The car turned a corner, speeding through a green light as his hand continued to toy with the sensitive skin above her knee.

“I know you’ve touched that sweet little pussy at night thinking about me. About what my hands would feel like on you.” His breath caught, a dark chuckle pushing from his chest. “How many times, Charlotte? Hm? Once a week? Every night?”

She couldn’t look at him.

“Don’t lie,” he warned, voice sharp but dripping with desire. “Not tonight. There are no lies tonight.”

Her voice came out in a whisper—barely air.

“Almost every night.”

He exhaled like a man who’d just been handed everything he ever wanted. His palm gripped her thigh harder now, thumb stroking over her inner seam.

“Good,” he said darkly. “Because I’ve been doing the same damn thing. Fisting my cock in the dark, imagining how tight you’d feel wrapped around me. And now?” His knuckles flexed. “Now I get to find out.”

The office building came into view, glowing like a silent cathedral against the city skyline.

Charlotte’s legs were trembling. Her pulse roared in her ears. There was no turning back—not after this.

Not that she wanted to.

When the car finally stopped and the engine cut off, Benjamin turned to her, eyes burning, lips curled into a wicked grin.

“Come on,” he murmured, voice thick. “Time to ruin that office.”

The lobby was dark and silent, save for the soft echo of their footsteps against the marble floor. The night shift security had long since retreated to the basement monitors. No one was around to witness the storm that was about to break.

Benjamin hit the button for the top floor with force, his jaw tight, his body radiating heat.

As the elevator doors slid open, Charlotte hesitated for half a second. Her legs were trembling slightly in her heels, her thighs still tingling from where he’d gripped her. But Benjamin’s hand found the small of her back again and guided her inside with quiet authority.

The doors shut behind them, enclosing them in sleek, mirrored walls and dim golden light.

He didn’t say a word.

Not at first.

Just stood beside her in silence for one heartbeat… two… then—

He turned.

Charlotte gasped softly as he stepped into her space, forcing her back until she hit the elevator wall with a muted thud. Her breath hitched, chest rising fast beneath her silk blouse. His broad shoulders loomed, his scent—amber, leather, danger—filling her nose.

She bit her bottom lip, trembling, heart pounding.

His eyes dropped to her mouth.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he growled, and then his hand was around her throat—not tight, but firm, claiming. Controlling.

Charlotte whimpered, knees nearly buckling from the contact. His fingers were warm, steady, thumb brushing her pulse point like he owned it.

And then his mouth crashed against hers.

The kiss was brutal, desperate—five years of frustration and heat and tension poured into one blistering moment. Her moan echoed in the confined space, her hands flying to his chest, nails digging into muscle.

He pulled back just an inch, panting against her lips. “That little skirt’s going to be around your waist all damn night,” he rasped, dragging his lips down to her jaw, “and those tights?” His teeth grazed her neck. “I’m going to rip them off and make you beg for more.”

Charlotte gasped as he sucked at her pulse, then whimpered when his lips traveled to her ear.

He gripped her thigh again, this time lifting it up, making her body tilt toward him, needy and exposed.

“You think I don’t know what kind of noises you make when you come?” he whispered into her ear, lips brushing the shell as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth, tongue flicking. “You’ll make every one of them for me. Right on my desk.”

The elevator chimed.

The doors opened.

He didn’t move.

Just held her against the mirrored wall, mouth against her ear, voice low and ragged. “Run if you want, sweetheart. But if you follow me out of this elevator, I’m not holding back.”

Charlotte looked up at him, eyes wide, lips swollen, chest heaving.

Then she stepped forward.

Into his space.

Past the doors.

He smiled. Dark. Triumphant.

“Good girl.”

Charlotte stepped out of the elevator like a dare, the flush still blooming on her neck and cheeks. Her body hummed with adrenaline and want. She could feel his presence behind her, hear the doors sliding shut, locking them in at the top floor. Just the two of them. Finally.

She turned on her heel to face him, her eyes glinting with mischief beneath her glasses. Then she gave him a slow, wicked grin.

“You want me so bad?” she teased, voice like velvet. “Then you’ll have to catch me.”

Benjamin froze.

His eyes narrowed.

And then he laughed—a deep, hungry sound that echoed off the high ceilings of the empty office floor like a thunderclap.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he growled, loosening the rest of his tie and tossing it aside, “I suggest you run fast.”

She let out a breathless laugh, heart racing. Then she bent down, slipped off her stilettos one at a time, and backed away barefoot.

“Ten seconds,” he said, his voice dark and commanding. “I’ll give you ten.”

She turned.

Bolted.

The sound of his countdown rumbled behind her like distant thunder. “Ten… nine…”

She darted past the copy room, heart pounding, silk blouse fluttering. Her laughter echoed faintly—giddy, breathless, aroused.

“Five… four…”

Her feet barely made a sound on the carpeted floor. She reached the glass door to his office and just managed to grab the handle when she heard it—

“Zero.”

He was there in an instant.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and before she could squeal, he’d spun her and pressed her hard against the wall beside his office door. Her bare feet lifted off the ground slightly, her chest flattened to the cool wall, his body a wall of heat behind her.

He kicked the door open, dragged her inside, and slammed it shut with a thud that shook the frame. The lock clicked into place. And then—

He shoved her up against the wall again, one palm flat on her back, the other yanking her skirt up to her waist in a swift, hungry motion.

Charlotte gasped, bracing her hands against the wall, her breath coming in ragged little pants. Her lacy black panties clung to her curves like sin, the swell of her ass full and perfect beneath them.

Benjamin let out a dark groan behind her.

“Look at this,” he muttered, dragging his palm over the roundness of one cheek. “Wearing these little things to dinner with your coworkers like you weren’t soaked the second I walked in.”

She whimpered, legs trembling.

He brought his hand down with a firm smack. The sound cracked through the air, followed by her gasp. Then another.

And another—his palm alternating between soft squeezes and stinging spanks that made her knees buckle.

“I should make you keep count,” he growled, rubbing the heat into her flesh. “But I don’t think you’d last past three before begging.”

She moaned, her forehead pressed to the wall, lashes fluttering.

“Bet you wore these hoping this would happen,” he said, tugging the lace aside to expose her slick heat. “Bet you sat through dinner with your thighs pressed together like a good little slut.”

She moaned at the filthy word, her body arching toward his hand instinctively.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he whispered against her ear, “and you’re already dripping for me.”

Charlotte’s hands were splayed against the office wall, her cheek resting against the cool surface, breath coming in shallow gasps. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, her black lace panties soaked and clinging to her slick heat, her ass flushed and glowing from his spanks.

Benjamin stepped back for a breath, gaze raking over her like a predator circling prey.

Then he dropped to his knees behind her.

Charlotte whimpered when she felt the heat of his breath ghost over her thighs, the faintest touch of his nose brushing the crease between her legs.

He growled low, feral.

“Fuck, Charlotte,” he muttered, voice vibrating against her skin. “You’re soaked.”

And then—without warning—his mouth closed over her through the damp lace.

She cried out.

His tongue moved slowly, deliberately, dragging the heat from her folds up through the sheer fabric, his stubble scraping her tender skin just enough to make her tremble. He mouthed her like he was starved, tongue flattening, circling, pushing.

Charlotte moaned, loud and unfiltered, her hands fisting against the wall.

He groaned against her—deep and raw—as her hips arched back into his face.

“You taste like a fucking dream,” he growled, the words muffled by lace and lust.

He didn’t push the panties aside. Not yet. He licked her through them, grinding his mouth against her core, soaking the fabric with his tongue. The heat of it made her tremble. She gasped when his teeth scraped the edge of her crease—playful, punishing.

Then came the slap.

His palm landed again on her ass—firm, stinging, just as his tongue circled her clit through the wet lace. She jolted and moaned, overwhelmed by the dizzying mix of pain and pleasure.

He spanked her again.

Again.

Her moans turned breathless and high-pitched as he alternated between worshipping her with his mouth and punishing her with his hand, her panties soaked, her thighs slick, her whole body quivering.

“I should keep you like this,” he muttered against her, voice thick. “Up against my office wall every night, dripping into your panties while I taste you like a fucking dessert.”

Benjamin’s fingers dug into the backs of her thighs as he pressed his mouth harder against her heat, the wet lace now plastered to her from the sheer amount of arousal. His growl vibrated through her core like a warning—no, a promise.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice gravel-edged and dangerous.

“You better fucking cum in these panties, Charlotte,” he rasped. “I want my mouth full of you. I want to taste every damn second you’ve spent teasing me these past five years.”

Charlotte moaned—high, trembling, desperate.

Then his mouth was back on her, devouring her.

His tongue worked her mercilessly through the soaked lace—dragging, circling, flicking her clit with practiced cruelty. She gasped, her fingers clawing at the wall for purchase as her knees threatened to give out beneath her.

Then—smack.

She cried out as his palm landed again on her ass, the sting shooting straight to her core. He didn’t let up.

Another spank.

Another flick of his tongue.

Another growl rumbling from his throat like he was possessed by the taste of her.

Charlotte squealed, her body arching uncontrollably as the heat inside her surged, climbing higher and higher with every filthy stroke of his mouth and every ruthless slap to her ass.

“I can feel it,” he growled against her, his voice muffled by wet lace and swollen flesh. “You’re gonna break for me, aren’t you?”

She nodded wildly, unable to speak, her moans turning into helpless cries.

Then he latched onto her clit with his mouth and sucked.

That was it.

She shattered.

Charlotte screamed his name, high and breathless, as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave—soaking her panties, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her moans raw and unrestrained. Her hips bucked back into his face, seeking every last bit of contact, riding out the pulse and throb of release while he held her in place and licked her through it.

Benjamin didn’t stop.

He groaned low and messy, mouth greedy, licking every drop of her through the fabric as her body writhed.

“That’s it,” he growled against her, breath hot. “That’s fucking mine.”

And as she slumped forward against the wall, boneless, breathless, wrecked, he stood slowly behind her—his fingers already unfastening his belt.

“I hope you didn’t think we were done,” he said, his voice low, dark, and hungry. “I’ve barely even started.”

Benjamin rose behind her like a storm, his breath still heavy from tasting her, his belt already undone, hanging loose at his sides. His eyes raked over Charlotte’s trembling form—her thighs slick, panties soaked, skirt hiked around her waist, and the faint pink glow of her ass still tingling from every spank he’d delivered.

Then, without warning, he spun her around.

Charlotte gasped as her back hit the wall, her chest heaving. She barely had time to catch her breath before his hands were on her blouse.

Rip—

Buttons flew, skittering across the office floor like startled insects.

Her blouse hung open in jagged flaps, revealing the delicate, see-through black lace bra stretched tight over her full, heavy breasts.

His eyes darkened.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, voice thick with hunger and reverence. “You’ve been hiding this body under tight skirts and teasing little smiles for years.”

He reached for her skirt and yanked it down in one brutal motion—panties sliding with it. She stepped out of them blindly, barely able to keep her legs under her. She stood there, flushed and ruined, stripped bare but for the lace bra and her stockings.

Benjamin took a step back, eyes devouring every inch of her.

“Stockings. Lingerie. Those perfect fucking tits…” He shook his head, jaw clenching. “You’re a goddamn masterpiece.”

He cupped her breasts through the lace, thumbs brushing her nipples until they strained against the delicate fabric. She moaned, tilting her head back against the wall, her thighs already clenching again.

“You know how many times I’ve thought about this?” he muttered, dragging the cups down and baring her to the cool office air. “How many nights I’ve jacked off thinking about fucking these big tits? How many times I’ve imagined coming all over them while you begged for more?”

She whimpered—shaking now—her body too raw, too full of need.

Then his mouth was on her.

Hot. Greedy.

He sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, tongue lashing it while his hand palmed the other, squeezing, pinching, playing. Charlotte cried out, her hands flying to his hair, nails digging into his scalp.

He moved to the other, sucking it with just as much intensity, lips wet, stubble scraping her sensitive skin until she was squirming, crying his name.

“Benjamin—please—” she gasped. “Please, please, use me…”

He froze.

His eyes lifted to hers—blazing blue, wild, unhinged with hunger.

“You want to be used, sweetheart?” he rasped, voice rough as gravel. “Because I’ve got five fucking years to make up for.”

And with that, he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her like she weighed nothing, and carried her toward the desk.

Benjamin laid her across the cool surface of his massive oak desk, her bare chest pressing against the polished wood, nipples still tingling from his mouth. She gasped softly at the contrast of hot skin on cold surface, her breath fogging the lacquered finish. Her heart thundered in her chest.

Behind her, he moved with purpose.

Fast.

Hungry.

He slid the supple leather belt from his slacks with one smooth pull—the sound of it hissing through the loops like a whip—and wrapped it tightly around her wrists. Charlotte moaned, her arms drawn behind her back as he secured her. The leather cinched around her skin, snug, firm, final.

He leaned over her, mouth at her ear, his voice a dark growl.

“Look at you. Spread out like a filthy fucking wet dream.”

She wiggled her hips for him—slow, needy, teasing—presenting herself in nothing but her stockings and the crumpled remains of her lace bra.

His hand landed on her ass again with a sharp smack, and she let out a muffled cry of pleasure.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, fingers digging into the curve of her hip, “I should have done this years ago.”

Then he reached down and picked up her panties—still soaked, still warm—and balled them up in his fist.

“Open,” he commanded.

Charlotte obeyed instantly, lips parting, eyes glazed and wild as she looked over her shoulder at him.

He pushed the soft lace between her lips, filling her mouth with the evidence of her own need. She moaned around it, eyes fluttering, thighs trembling.

Benjamin let out a dark, satisfied laugh as he stepped back to admire her.

“Look at you,” he said, voice dropping into something guttural. “Obedient. Gagged with your own soaked panties. Arms tied up for me. Wet, willing, and desperate.”

He stroked a hand down her back, over the curve of her ass, fingers dragging between her thighs and feeling the heat, the slick, the need.

“You’re perfect like this,” he murmured. “So fucking beautiful when you give in. When you stop pretending.”

He leaned down again, whispering against her ear, his breath hot and cruel.

“Tonight, you’re mine. And this pretty little body?”

He grabbed her hips. “Is going to take everything I give it.”

Benjamin didn’t waste another second.

With her arms bound behind her and her face turned to the desk, Charlotte could only whimper around the lace stuffed in her mouth, her eyes wild with anticipation. She wiggled her hips again, silently begging.

And he gave her what she wanted.

He freed his cock with a rough jerk of his slacks, the sound of his zipper echoing in the silence between her gasps. One firm hand grabbed her hips, the other wrapped around the belt cinched at her wrists. He tugged.

Hard.

The belt pulled her arms back and forced her chest to lift off the desk, making her arch like a prize offered to the gods. Her full breasts swung freely, back arched beautifully, her ass raised and slick, open, aching.

Benjamin groaned at the sight—truly wrecked now.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You look like a fucking goddess. A filthy one.”

And then—he thrust into her.

Hard.

Deep.

Charlotte screamed around the gag, her muffled cry full of shocked, helpless pleasure as he buried himself inside her in one brutal motion.

He stilled—just for a second—inside her heat, gripping her hips like a man possessed, breathing through his teeth as her pussy clenched around him like a vice.

“You feel,” he gritted out, dragging back slowly. “So fucking tight.”

He slammed into her again, hips slapping against her ass with a sharp, wet sound.

“So wet.”

Another thrust.

“So fucking delicious.”

Charlotte moaned, her body rocking with every thrust, her bound arms straining behind her, every motion making her breasts bounce beneath her, nipples grazing the desk’s cool surface.

He tugged the belt again, pulling her tighter into his rhythm.

“Should’ve fed my cock to this pussy on day one,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Should’ve bent you over that desk in your little pencil skirts and filled you up until you couldn’t walk straight.”

Her moan rose into a broken squeal, muffled and desperate.

He kept pounding into her, relentless now, years of restraint pouring into every movement.

“You liked driving me insane, didn’t you?”

Thrust.

“Wearing those tight little skirts, biting your lip…”

Thrust.

“Acting like you weren’t thinking about me every time I leaned over your shoulder.”

She shook beneath him, overwhelmed, tears at the corners of her eyes, pleasure cresting again as he pulled her body back into every brutal thrust using that belt like a leash.

“Take it,” he snarled. “Take every inch of me like the good little slut you are.”

Charlotte came undone again—writhing, gagged, sobbing around her panties as her orgasm exploded through her body, her pussy clenching so tight around him he groaned aloud.

He slammed into her harder, chasing his own release now, and when it hit, it was violent—his grip bruising her hips, his cock buried to the hilt as he spilled inside her with a guttural, broken growl.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Just breath. Shaking limbs.

The scent of sex was thick in the air.

Then Benjamin leaned down, his voice hoarse against her shoulder. “I’m never letting you wear panties to the office again.”

The silence between them was heavy, thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Benjamin leaned over her back, his breath ragged, both hands still braced on her hips, cock still twitching inside her.

Charlotte let out a shaky breath, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. Her cheek was pressed to the desk, her lips parted around the now thoroughly soaked gag of her own panties. She whimpered softly and turned her head just enough to breathe fully.

He reached up and gently tugged the lace from her mouth, letting it fall onto the desk beside her.

She swallowed, lips trembling, still dazed.

“I’m,” she whispered between heavy breaths, “I’m not on birth control.”

Benjamin froze.

Still buried inside her.

Then slowly—intensely—he leaned down until his chest pressed against her back, his mouth brushing her ear.

“Good,” he said, his voice raw and low. “You’ll look even more beautiful with our baby growing in that perfect little body.”

Charlotte’s breath hitched. Her pussy clenched around him involuntarily.

He felt it. Smirked against her neck.

Then he pulled out of her with a low, slick sound and turned her gently, flipping her onto her back on the desk. Her hair spilled out across the wood, her lips swollen, her skin flushed, her chest still heaving beneath the lace of her torn bra.

He kissed her—hard.

Possessive.

Lips crashing into hers with a deep, claiming hunger. His hand tangled in her hair. His mouth devoured hers like he was sealing a promise inside her.

When he pulled back, his eyes roamed her body again.

“Take it off,” he said softly, nodding to her bra.

She obeyed without question, slipping the straps off her shoulders and tugging the delicate lace away. Her full breasts spilled free—still flushed, nipples still swollen.

His eyes darkened.

“Perfect,” he murmured.

Then he slipped two fingers between her thighs again, dragging them slowly through the soaked mess of their combined release—thick, warm, and dripping.

Charlotte whimpered as he lifted his fingers.

He brought them to her lips.

“Open.”

Her mouth parted.

She wrapped her lips around his fingers, moaning softly as he pressed them onto her tongue, the taste of their sex rich and heady. She sucked greedily, her eyes locked on his.

“Goddamn,” he breathed, watching her. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

When she’d licked him clean, he pulled his hand away and leaned over her, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“Round two’s happening on the conference table,” he murmured, kissing down her jaw. “But I want you to ride me this time. Want to see those perfect tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock.”

Charlotte’s breath caught again—her body already aching for more.

And her voice came out soft, breathless, but steady.

“Yes, sir.”

Charlotte slid off the desk slowly, her legs still shaking, her skin flushed, her lips kiss-bruised and parted with every breath.

She was completely naked now, except for the black thigh-high stockings clinging to her legs—torn at the tops, but still sinfully intact. And between her thighs, their mixed release was slipping down her skin, trailing in warm, glistening streaks. She paused for a moment, catching the sight of it, and giggled—light, breathless, and full of filthy delight.

“It’s leaking down my legs,” she said playfully, giving her hips an extra slow swing as she walked. “I can feel it.”

Benjamin growled.

His cock, already hard again, throbbed at the sight of her—all flushed skin, bouncing breasts, and slick thighs—as she strutted barefoot and sinful across the office floor. She moved like she knew she was his, every step a challenge, a tease, a promise.

He was already in the conference room by the time she reached it—sprawled back in the executive chair like a king on a throne, naked now, his powerful body on full display. Broad chest rising with heavy breaths, abs tight, thighs spread, cock thick and pulsing between them.

He patted his thigh once.

“Come ride it,” he said, voice dark velvet. “Let me see what I’ve been missing.”

Charlotte laughed—low and wicked—and stepped between his legs. She straddled him slowly, knees spreading on either side of his thighs, her eyes locked on his as she hovered just over his cock, teasing him with her wet heat.

“You’re not gonna last long,” she whispered, reaching between them to guide him. “Not with me like this.”

Then she sank down.

Slow.

Deep.

Inch by inch.

Her head fell back with a moan as he stretched her open again, and Benjamin let out a hoarse curse, his hands grabbing her ass tight the moment she was seated fully on him.

“Fuck, Charlotte,” he growled, breath stuttering. “You were made for this.”

She rolled her hips, slow and steady, her breasts swaying with every grind as she adjusted to the thick weight of him buried inside her.

He groaned, jaw tight, eyes locked on the bounce of her body, the spill of her hair, the flushed glow of her chest.

She leaned forward, hands on his shoulders, and whispered against his lips, “I want you to cum in every hole I have.”

His grip on her ass tightened.

“I want to be used,” she breathed, rocking faster now. “Filled. Stretched. Ruined.”

He let out a snarl and slammed his hips upward into her, making her cry out.

“I want you to be pleased, Benjamin,” she gasped. “More than I want anything else.”

His mouth crashed into hers, kissing her like he’d die without it. One hand grabbed her breast, mouth dragging down to suck the nipple hard while she rode him faster, her slick thighs clapping against his with every thrust.

“You’re mine,” he growled between kisses. “This body, this pussy—it all belongs to me now.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, head falling to his shoulder. “All yours.”

His hands lifted her hips and brought her down hard again, over and over, the chair rocking slightly beneath their rhythm, the room echoing with wet slaps and filthy moans.

“You want me to cum in this perfect pussy again? Fill this tight pussy to the brim? Make sure it fills this pretty womb?” he rasped.

“Yes—yes, please—inside me—always inside me,” she begged.

He slammed up into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and came with a rough growl, holding her down, filling her all over again. She gasped, her own climax shuddering through her as she pulsed around him, clinging to his shoulders, wrecked and blissful.

For a long moment, they just stayed like that—her forehead against his, breath mingling, bodies still locked together.

Then she smiled.

“Think we can break into your office couch next?”

His low, wrecked laugh rumbled beneath her palms.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, “we’re just getting started.”The aftermath of their second round left Charlotte curled against Benjamin’s chest, their skin slick and glowing, her hair a tangled, sexy mess across his shoulder. For a long moment, they didn’t speak—just breathed, hearts beating in sync.

His hand stroked her back slowly, almost reverently.

“You okay?” he murmured into her hair, voice still husky, raw around the edges.

She nodded, lips brushing his collarbone. “Better than okay.”

He smirked, kissed her forehead, then stood and walked toward the wide leather office couch, his cock already stirring again—still wet from her, already aching to use her all over again.

He sat back, legs spread, lazy and powerful, cock rising like a challenge.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he said, crooking his finger. “On your knees. Let me watch you worship it.”

Charlotte padded over on unsteady legs, her thighs still slick with their release. She sank to her knees between his spread thighs, her hands gliding up his muscular legs, her eyes hooded and gleaming.

His fingers brushed her hair back as he spoke low, soft, but commanding.

“Play with that messy pussy while you suck me.”

She moaned at the order, one hand instantly slipping between her thighs, finding herself slick, swollen, and still greedy for more.

Her other hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

Then she opened her mouth and took him deep.

Benjamin hissed, head tipping back against the couch as her mouth closed around him, hot and eager. She gagged softly, spit pooling at the corners of her mouth as she slid down slow, then back up to just suck the head with tight suction and swirling tongue.

Her moans vibrated around him.

“You like that?” he groaned, looking down at her flushed face. “You like being on your knees, dripping down your thighs, still full of my cum?”

She pulled off for just a second, her hands stroking him fast and wet. Her voice was breathless, sinful.

“I used to dream about this,” she whispered. “Late at night, fingers deep inside me, imagining your cock stretching my throat, wanting to be on my knees in your office, gagging on it while you told me I was a good girl.”

His cock twitched in her hands.

She smirked and leaned back in, sucking him hard, hands stroking with a filthy rhythm, her other hand still teasing her clit.

Benjamin growled low and reached for her breasts, but she pulled back and gave him a look—dark and eager.

“No,” she said, eyes gleaming. “You fuck them.”

She pushed her breasts together, heavy and glistening with sweat and arousal. He stood without hesitation, knelt in front of her, and slid his cock between the perfect valley of her cleavage. She squeezed her tits tight around him, tongue flicking the head every time it slid close to her lips.

“God, yes,” she moaned, licking the tip. “Use them. Fuck my big tits. I want your cum all over my face.”

He grunted, thrusting harder now, sliding between her breasts, her wet mouth catching the head each time it emerged. Her moans grew louder, dirtier.

“You better cum on me,” she begged. “Cover me. In my mouth, on my tongue, all over these tits you’ve been staring at for five fucking years.”

“Fuck, Charlotte—” he growled, voice breaking.

She sucked the head in deep one last time, moaning around him.

He came with a shout—hot, thick spurts spilling over her tongue, her lips, her breasts. She let it all hit her, moaning as she swallowed what she could, the rest painting her skin like a badge of everything they’d finally become.

When he finally stilled, breathless and spent, she looked up at him—mouth messy, chest sticky, eyes wild and sweet all at once.

He cupped her cheek with one hand and whispered with a crooked smile, “You’re never wearing anything to work again that I can’t rip off you.”

She giggled, licking a drop from her lip. “Guess I’ll be naked all week then.”

Charlotte sat back on her heels, her chest still glistening, streaked with his release—across her breasts, her collarbone, even a little on her chin. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, eyes heavy-lidded, lashes damp with sweat and arousal.

Benjamin was still catching his breath, watching her like she was made of sin and gold—kneeling in her stockings, covered in him, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling in slow, satisfied waves.

Then she did something that made his cock twitch again, already aching for more.

She slid two fingers through the sticky mess on her tits—dragging them slowly through his cum until they were coated—and then lowered her hand between her thighs.

She met his eyes.

And shoved her fingers inside herself.

Benjamin’s jaw clenched. A growl built low in his chest.

Charlotte moaned, her head falling back as she fucked herself, fingers pushing in and out, slow and deliberate, each drag bringing his cum deeper inside her.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed, his voice shaking with awe and lust. “You filthy little goddess.”

She whimpered as she thrust her fingers deeper, her thighs parting more, legs trembling.

“You want it inside, don’t you?” he rasped, kneeling again in front of her. “Want to keep me dripping out of you for days?”

She nodded, biting her lip, her fingers pumping harder, her other hand reaching up to squeeze her breast—smearing more of him across her skin.

“I want all of it,” she moaned. “Inside me. Stretched into me. Claiming me.”

Benjamin groaned, his hand stroking his half-hard cock slowly as he watched her with reverent, filthy awe.

“That’s it,” he said darkly. “Stuff it in. Get every drop inside that perfect pussy.”

She did. Fucking herself faster now, her body writhing, her eyes glazed as she got off on the very idea of being filled with him. Her moans were high, breathless.

“Fuck yourself for me,” he growled, hand tightening on his cock. “Show me how good my cum looks buried inside you.”

Charlotte cried out, back arching, her fingers plunging deep—wet sounds obscene between her thighs.

“I should’ve filled you every damn day,” he snarled. “In your mouth. In your cunt. In your ass. You were made to be filled by me.”

She gasped, falling back against the couch, her legs splayed, her fingers still moving.

“I am yours,” she whispered, eyes shining. “Use me however you want. Just don’t stop.”

Benjamin crawled over her, grabbed her thighs, and buried his face between them again—no teasing this time, just more. Always more.

Benjamin didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her to the edge of the couch like he owned her. Charlotte let out a gasp, her body slick and trembling, her fingers still glistening from where she’d fucked his release inside her. Her legs spread willingly, desperate and wide.

And then his mouth was on her again.

He dove in—deep—tongue licking through her folds with messy, greedy hunger. No hesitation, no softness, just filth—licking and groaning, tasting the blend of her sweetness and his cum that still dripped from her core.

He moaned into her pussy like it was his drug.

“Fuck,” he muttered between licks. “You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Charlotte cried out, back arching, her hands flying to her own breasts, squeezing and pulling at her nipples as his tongue flattened and dragged upward, swirling around her clit, then plunging into her again.

“I can taste myself inside you,” he growled, his stubble scraping her inner thighs. “So fucking full, Charlotte. You’re still leaking.”

She screamed his name.

Her hands went wild—gripping the couch, her thighs, her breasts—anything she could as he fucked her with his mouth, tongue pushing deep, lips wet and ruthless.

“I’m such a fucking mess,” she cried out. “Your cum’s everywhere—I’m your dirty, cock-drunk slut.”

“Damn right you are,” he growled.

He sucked her clit harshly and she bucked up into his face, her thighs squeezing around his head as another orgasm tore through her.

“Benjamin—fuck—I’m cumming again!”

Her voice cracked as she sobbed and screamed through it, hips shaking, pussy clenching against his tongue. He didn’t stop. He kept licking through it, kept sucking her raw until her cries turned into high-pitched whimpers and curses.

“God, I’m such a filthy bitch,” she panted. “I’d let you fuck me anywhere—any hole—I need it.”

Benjamin growled low, something primal sparking in his eyes.

And then his tongue dipped lower.

Charlotte gasped as he licked past her sensitive entrance, lower… lower still… until his tongue circled her tight, untouched rim.

Her moan turned into a ragged scream.

Her thighs flew open again as he pressed his tongue there, slow and firm, wetting her, teasing her, worshipping her exactly where she wanted it most.

“Oh my God—Benjamin—please,” she sobbed, grinding back against his face. “Lick my ass. Make it yours. Fuck me there, please—stretch me open, ruin me.”

He groaned deep into her, licking again and again, his tongue circling, pressing, coating her.

“You want that?” he growled between strokes. “Want me to break you open? Fill your tight little ass until you scream for me?”

“Yes, yes—fuck, I need it,” she cried. “I want to feel your cock in my ass, stretch me out, claim all of me.”

He pulled back, his mouth glistening with her slick, his voice dark and hoarse as he stood over her, stroking himself.

“You’re going to beg while I take your ass, sweetheart,” he said, towering over her. “You’re going to feel me in places no one else has even dared to touch.”

Charlotte moaned, turning around, presenting herself again—on her hands and knees, trembling and open.

“I’m yours,” she whispered, voice cracked and wrecked. “Everywhere.”

Benjamin stood behind her, towering like something untamed—his chest rising and falling, cock in his fist, glistening with slick and need. Charlotte was on all fours on the couch, her back arched, her thighs spread wide, still trembling from the orgasms he’d wrung from her.

Her cheeks were flushed, lips kiss-bruised, and her voice breathless when she whispered, “Tell me what to do.”

He ran a hand down her spine, then gripped the curve of her ass, spreading one cheek and groaning at the sight.

“Spread your tight little ass for me,” he ordered, voice low and rough.

She moaned and reached back with shaking hands, spreading herself open as he’d commanded.

He let out a deep, wrecked sound. “Fuck, look at that.”

Her cum-slick pussy still dripped below her, glistening and needy. He could see everything—how full she was, how wet. Her tight, untouched hole above it was fluttering like it knew what was coming.

Benjamin dropped to his knees behind her and ran two fingers through her soaked folds, coating them in their mingled mess. She moaned as he teased her entrance, dipping into her pussy, slowly pumping—just enough to make her squirm.

“Such a filthy girl,” he murmured, still working her open. “So greedy, stuffed full of cum, begging to be ruined even more.”

She cried out as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot, but it wasn’t enough. Her hips pushed back, aching for the pressure of his cock at her tightest point.

He rose again, stroking his length slowly, then dragging his slick fingers upward to her tight rim.

She gasped as he rubbed the wetness there, her breath catching.

“You want this?” he growled, lining himself up, one hand on her hip, the other spreading her cheeks wider.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I want your cock in my ass. I want to feel you stretch me open.”

He pushed in—slowly, so damn slowly—his breath hissing through clenched teeth as the tip of his thick cock breached her.

Charlotte cried out, one hand flying back to grip the couch as her body trembled.

“God—so fucking tight,” he groaned, pressing deeper, inch by inch. “You feel like heaven, sweetheart. Gripping me like you were made for this.”

She moaned, her voice ragged and thick with need. “I’m your filthy little bitch, your cum-drunk, hole-hungry slut—use me.”

He let out a broken laugh, driving deeper, until his hips were flush against her ass, the stretch burning and perfect.

His fingers dipped back into her pussy, sliding easily through the mess of arousal there. He fucked her with them as he began to move—slow thrusts into her ass, fingers curling inside her soaked cunt.

“You’re so fucking full,” he rasped. “My cock in your ass, my fingers in your pussy, you’re the dirtiest little thing I’ve ever touched.”

“Yes—fuck yes,” she wailed, clenching around him. “Fill me up. Stretch me wider. I want you everywhere—I want to be nothing but your holes to fuck.”

His pace quickened, thrusts deep and possessive, the wet sounds of her body obscene and beautiful as her ass took every inch of him, her pussy soaking his fingers.

“Such a nasty little slut,” he snarled. “Look at you—begging for my cock, dripping down your thighs, stuffed full like a fucking toy.”

“I love it,” she sobbed, her voice high, eyes glassy. “I love being used. I love being yours.”

He leaned over her, still buried to the hilt in her ass, voice rough in her ear.

“You are mine,” he growled. “Every tight, greedy inch of you.”Benjamin stayed buried deep in her ass, his cock pulsing, her body stretched around him so tight he could barely move without groaning. His fingers were still pumping in and out of her soaked pussy, slick and messy, knuckles deep in her heat as her moans echoed through the empty office.

He leaned over her, his chest grazing her back, breath hot on her ear.

“How the hell are we supposed to work like normal after this?” he muttered, voice low and ragged, filled with disbelief and hunger.

Charlotte moaned—high, desperate—and turned her face just enough to speak, eyes glazed and wild.

“I don’t care,” she panted. “I’ll take your cum while answering emails. Suck your cock under your desk during conference calls. I’ll file papers while dripping—full—of you.”

He groaned loudly, his cock twitching inside her.

“I hope every man and woman in this damn office hears me beg for you,” she cried. “Let them hear how much I love being filled by you.”

He pulled back just a little and slammed into her again, a deep, punishing thrust that made her squeal.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re gonna be my little cum dump, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, circling her clit in tight, desperate motions. “Yes, yes—I’ll be anything you want. Use me. Whenever you want. Wherever you want.”

He spanked her hard—crack—the sound bouncing off the glass walls. Again. Again. Each slap made her jerk, moan, clench around him.

“You look so fucking pretty wearing my handprints,” he rasped. “I love how much you love being spanked.”

“I do,” she sobbed, rubbing her clit harder, her body trembling. “I want everyone to see how red I am. I want to feel it for days.”

“Good girl,” he growled, and drove three fingers into her pussy now, the stretch obscene and perfect, her slick pouring down his wrist.

She wailed, rocking between the brutal fucking of her ass and the relentless pounding of his fingers in her soaked cunt.

He grabbed her hips, slammed into her harder—faster—his rhythm rough and deep, chasing both of their ends now with nothing but filth and fire between them.

Charlotte’s body convulsed.

“I’m gonna cum,” she sobbed. “Fuck, Benjamin—please, give it to me, fill me, wreck me.”

“I’m gonna pump your tight ass so full you won’t be able to hold it,” he growled, fingers curling in her cunt, cock hammering into her.

“Do it—please, I want it all—every drop,” she screamed. “I want you to cum in me while I’m cumming. I want to milk it out of you!”

“Cum for me, Charlotte,” he snarled. “Be my perfect fucking whore.”

She shattered.

Screaming, shaking, crying his name as her orgasm tore through her—pussy clenching around his fingers, ass gripping him like a vice. She squirted around his hand, soaking his wrist, her thighs trembling violently as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

He followed with a roar, slamming into her once, twice more—and came hard, filling her ass with hot, pulsing release, his body shuddering with it, his breath ragged and uneven.

They stayed there, tangled, wrecked, her back covered in sweat, his hands still clutching her hips, cum spilling out of her and onto the couch.

Then—quiet.

Just the sound of their breath.

Her soft, broken moan.

And his voice.

“Fuck… I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”