If I had my phone, I would’ve locked myself back in the bathroom and stayed there till Carlo showed up. But now, that might mean missing my only chance to escape.
I kicked off my heels and gripped one tight, holding it like a weapon. Silent. Focused. I counted to three. Then I ran, but I wasn’t fast enough. Arms like steel caught me from behind. One wrapped around my waist, lifting me clean off the floor. The other snatched the heel I’d flung and dropped it.
Panic surged. So I screamed, hoping someone would hear. A hand clamped over my mouth, and then a voice whispered against my ear. “I told you, your eyes don’t get to see any dick but mine. Ever. But you disobeyed. Not once. Six fucking times.”
He let go of my mouth.
“You’re insane. I almost had a heart attack!” I snapped, breathless, still trembling.
He didn’t say anything. Still holding me between his arms, he carried me to the desk and bent me over it. My skirt rode up, exposing my bare ass to the cool air. He pushed my legs wide apart using his own. Then that voice again, low, certain, full of dark intent.
“Time for your punishment. Any excuses?”
“I don’t have any. Punish me,” I whispered.
He lifted one of my legs onto the desk, and held it there. The hiss of his zipper filled the air. Then he shoved my panties aside and slammed into me. I cried out, the sudden stretch making my eyes water.
“Shhh…” he murmured against my ear. “First time from this angle. You’ll get used to it.”
He stayed buried inside me, his hand sliding into the front of my panties, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in circles.
I clenched around him, breath shaking. “You can move. Just… go slow.”
He eased out, then pushed back in, the rhythm patient and slow, his fingers never stopping. A moan slipped from my lips with every thrust. When I glanced over my shoulder, his gaze was locked on me, dark and focused.
“I missed you,” he whispered. “Missed this pussy. Missed the way you moan for me.”
I reached back and ran my fingers through his hair, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. “I missed you too.”
He straightened his back, his strong hands gripping the sides of my ass, taking full control of the thrusts. My eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure, my body sliding against the cold desk with every slick grind.
Each deep plunge hurled me forward, only for Carlo’s unyielding grip to yank me back, claiming me over and over in that relentless rhythm.
Finally, my body betrayed me with a tremor I couldn’t control, a deep, insistent ache blooming low in my belly, overwhelming and pulling me inexorably toward something shattering. I gasped, my nails digging into the desk, whispering breathlessly, "Carlo... I… oh God, I can’t—"
A low, approving rumble vibrated from his chest, and he leaned in closer, his hot breath ghosting over the damp curve of my neck, lips brushing the pulse that raced there like a trapped bird.
His thrusts grew rougher, plunging deeper into my core. "That’s it… come around my cock, baby. Let go for me."
My body obeyed before my mind caught up. A cry burst from my throat as I climaxed hard, walls clenching around his fat, big cock. He paused, letting me ride it out, then started moving again, slower this time.
The second round was more sensitive. I whimpered, body overstimulated, but he seemed to know. “Just a little more, baby.”
A few thrusts later, he came with a deep grunt, spilling inside me. I loved when he finished in me. The warmth. The weight. The way it made me feel completely his.
He pulled out slowly, zipping up while I stayed draped over the desk, unable to move. Between the vodka, the dancing, and him, I was done.
Carlo grabbed a tissue from the desk to clean me up gently, then fixed my skirt and tossed the tissue before lifting me into his arms. “Time to go home, baby. Someone’s going to be so hung over tomorrow.”
I smiled. “It was worth it. But next time, you’re dancing with me.”
He smirked. “In your dreams.”
***
The next day I paid the price. My head throbbed so badly I thought it might split open. Every sound grated on my nerves, and the daylight felt like a personal attack. I closed the curtains, crawled back into bed, and didn’t move for the rest of the day.
I woke to soft kisses on my forehead. Carlo was leaning over me, shirtless, wearing nothing but lounge pants. The curtains were drawn back, but the room remained dim, lit only by the warm glow of a bedside lamp.
