"Have I had you here yet?"
"No."
"Then it's time." He reached for the body oil that was on the counter, coating his fingers. "Relax."
"I don't know if we should."
"You'll take it." One finger pressed against my ass. "You'll take everything I give you because you're mine. Say it."
"I'm yours," I whispered.
He worked one finger inside, then two, stretching me carefully despite his earlier roughness. It burned, but not unpleasantly.
"Breathe," he murmured, and I realized his anger was fading, replaced by focus. "That's it. Let me in."
When he finally pressed his dick against my ass, I whimpered. Begging him not to. It was too much. A level of vulnerability that I hadn’t given in order to keep boundaries intact. But the moment he’d began touching me back there, my pussy seemed to weep for him to continue. I’d turned into a greedy girl who wanted it all, and whimpering my request for him not to claim me in a way that would expose how much I was into him.
"Shh," he said against my ear. "The workers, remember? Quiet."
He pushed inside slowly, so slowly, giving me time to adjust. The stretch was intense, bordering on too much. I gasped loudly. It was overpowering, and I couldn’t control the fact that I was so close to coming. How was I supposed to think when every part of me wanted him to continue and fuck me senseless? My nipples were so hard that they hurt. My clit felt exposed and so sensitive that the occasional breeze was enough to get me off.
"You can take it." He slid deeper. "You can take all of me."
When he was fully seated, we both groaned. He gave me a moment, then started moving. Slow at first. Then harder. Deeper. His hand came around to rub my clit, and the combination of sensations made me see stars. I buried my face in my arms to muffle the sounds I couldn't control.
"That's my girl," he panted. "Taking my dick in your ass like you were made for it."
I was going to come. Couldn't stop it. The pressure, the fullness, his fingers on my clit.
"Come," he commanded. "Come for me right now. Fuck!"
I shattered silently, my whole body convulsing, tears streaming down my face from the intensity of it. His thrust became wilder, harder, more punishing. Then he began spanking me over and over again until I was coming again while shaking so hard that I separated from my body, drifting away on endorphins. He followed seconds later, groaning my name into my shoulder as he filled me. We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard. Then he pulled out carefully and turned me around. I could barely stand. My legs were shaking, my whole body spent. Tears still leaked from my eyes—not from pain but from the overwhelming sensation of it all.
"Look at you," he said softly, wiping my tears with his thumb. "My beautiful wrecked girl."
He cleaned us both up with gentle hands, at odds with how rough he'd just been. Then, he helped me straighten my uniform.
"On your knees," he said quietly.
I sank down, confused.
"Promise me." His hand cupped my face. "Promise me you'll never miss another appointment with me."
I looked up into his eyes and saw exactly how much I’d hurt him. How much he cared. He truly was worried.
“I promise.” I whispered as fresh tears fell from my eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
This voice was heavy with unspoken emotions when he responded.
"I'm sorry." More tears spilled over. "I'm so sorry, Olek. I didn't mean to worry you."
He studied my face for a long moment, then pulled me up and kissed me. It wasn't the hungry, demanding kiss I expected. It was soft. Tender. Full of something that felt dangerously like love. When he pulled back, his eyes were intense.
"Don't ever scare me like that again," he said quietly. "I can't—" He stopped, jaw tight. "Just don't."
Then he unlocked the door and left, leaving me trembling and overwhelmed and completely unable to process what had just happened. I sank down onto the bathroom floor, my body pleasantly sore everywhere, my heart racing. That hadn't been just about sex. That had been about fear. About possession. About feelings neither of us were supposed to have.
How was I going to survive more days when five weeks had already destroyed me?
