“Oh my fucking god—I’m going to murder you if you do that again.”
He chuckled darkly. “Love the sweet talk.” A kiss brushed my shoulder as he pushed in again.
I did my best to stay still as he did it a few more times, each one pressing a little deeper before retreating completely.
“You feel so good in here,” he rasped, thumb brushing my rim. “Do you want me to tell you?”
My body tensed at the words. Another shiver rolled through me as he pressed in deeper.
I nodded.
“You’re hot and slick and so relaxed, practically sucking me in.” A deeper push, this one with more force. “Favorite place on earth, right here.” His thumb grazed again, then a harder thrust.
I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound.
He stilled. “You know the deal, darling. You start holding those moans in, and I won’t give you what you want.”
My mouth fell open. “Please.”
His hands slid to my waist, fingers stroking once, the chains biting into my skin… and then he yanked me back, driving his cock fully inside.
“Ah, fuck!”
“Yes, my darling.” Another thrust. “Like that.” His fingertips dug into my flesh, forcing me back again, drawing his name from my throat. “Louder.”
I didn’t need the order. I wouldn’t have been able to quiet the sounds tearing out of me even if I tried. Each hard thrust lit me up, every muscle tensing with the need for release. The desk scraped across the floor, chains clinking as the force of his movement shoved my body over it.
“Push back, pet,” he urged. “Show me how you love it.”
I did immediately, shoulders burning with the strain as I used my forearms for leverage, meeting him instinctively, feeling his control slip as his thrusts picked up speed. His hands clamped around my waist like a vise, hauling me onto his cock again and again, filling me, setting me alight from the inside out. My cock bounced beneath us, throbbing with need.
Then he hit exactly right—the pressure perfect on that sweet spot—and I moaned his name loudly.
“Right there?”
“Yes!”
He set his stance, grip firm, and started driving into me hard enough to make my eyes roll back.
“Fuck, yes!” My toes curled into the carpet as I met every thrust I could manage, desperate for more.
Sebastian’s hand slid into my hair, fisting it—not enough to tip into pain, but the sure grip sent a shockwave of pleasure straight down my spine.
“Gonna come,” I groaned, pulling against the cuffs, my whole body drawn tight as he dragged me closer and closer with every thrust until, with another scream of his name, the heat coiledlow in my gut, balls pulling tight, and finally—fucking finally—my cock kicked and spilled. Untouched.
“That’s it, darling,” Sebastian said, voice wrecked. “That’s it. Fucking come on my cock.”
And I did—for so long and so hard my vision whited out, ears ringing as my body jolted over the desk, pleasure still singing through my nerves while he kept fucking me, each thrust growing more erratic until he finally slowed, and, with an almighty groan, his heat began to fill me.
Time stretched, suspended in that hazy nirvana of pleasure, our harsh breaths loud in the otherwise silent room, until little by little we pieced ourselves back together and drifted down to reality.
He lowered himself over me, forearms braced on either side of my body, panting over my shoulder, still buried deep. Slowly, Sebastian pulled out, pressing soft kisses along my neck as he loosened the restraints, rubbing careful fingers over my wrists to coax the feeling back into my hands.
“There’s a cloth in that drawer,” I said. “And water.”
He hummed. “Thought of everything, did you?”
Sebastian helped ease me onto my back, settling in the chair, and lifting my feet to the armrests again. I watched, entranced, as he pulled what he needed from the drawer, dampened the cloth, and started to clean me, first wiping away the sweat and then the mess between my legs, his focus entirely on what he was doing.
