Raven's Point of View
I felt my skin flush under his scorching stare, my body betraying me as the heat between my thighs grew unbearable. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as his gaze dropped lower, fixated on the red lace barely covering me.
The delicate fabric did nothing to hide how wet I already was.
Through the intricate little holes in the lace, my pussy glistened, teasing him-taunting him. I saw the exact moment his restraint snapped.
His large, veiny hand brushed up my thigh, his fingers grazing the soaked lace. The second he made contact, I gasped, my back arching off the desk.
"Fuck," he murmured, his hands gripping me harder, his mouth ghosting over my jaw, my neck.
I bit my lip, shaking my head, my body betraying every ounce of logic I had left.
His fingers dipped lower, teasing, pressing just enough to make my hips jerk forward.
"Dominic..." My voice was breathy, laced with desperation.
His thumb pressed against my clothed slit, rubbing slow, torturous circles that sent jolts of electricity up my spine. I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the moan bubbling in my throat.
"This..." I panted, trying to find some sense of control. "This is inappropriate. You're my boss."
His lips twitched, amusement flashing in his dark eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" His voice was low, teasing.
"P-please stop," I moaned, but my voice was weak, breathless, my nails digging deeper into his back.
He laughed softly, darkly, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Say it like you mean it, Raven."
As if to prove his point, he pushed the lace aside, his fingers slipping between my folds, spreading my slickness.
I whimpered, my nails digging into the desk.
His deep groan sent shivers through me. "So fucking wet," he murmured, his fingers teasing me, stroking with slow, deliberate movements.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.
All I could do was feel.
"Please..." I moaned, though my plea was weak, dissolving into another breathless whimper.
Dominic's smirk deepened. His fingers toyed with the waistband of my underwear, brushing the delicate lace like he already owned it.
My breath caught.
His eyes lifted to mine-slow, dark, watching my reaction.
Then he hooked his fingers into the lace.
He didn't pull it down.
He pulled it apart.
A soft, sharp rrrip broke the silence.
It wasn't loud.
But it was enough.
Enough for me to feel it.
Enough for me to know.
My gasp escaped before I could stop it.
Not just from the exposure-
but from the sound.
My favorite pair.
His eyes flickered with something dangerous when he heard my reaction. Satisfaction. Ownership.
The ruined lace hung uselessly against my hips, barely clinging anymore, the delicate fabric no longer whole.
He didn't apologize.
He didn't hesitate.
His gaze dragged slowly over me, devouring every inch like he'd been starving for it.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough, reverent, and completely unrepentant.
His thumb brushed the torn edge, almost thoughtfully. Like destruction was just another form of claiming.
"You won't be needing these again."
The words weren't a suggestion.
They were a fact.
Before I could react, he let them fall.
The torn panties hit the floor beside us, discarded without care. Forgotten already.
And the way he looked at me said he wasn't talking about the lace.
I gasped as the cool air kissed my exposed heat, making me shiver.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his expression both possessive and sinful.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he groaned, his voice thick with want.
"Look at you," he murmured, dragging a single finger through my slick folds, teasing, never giving me enough. "Soaking wet... You're making a fucking mess on my desk, sweetheart."
I whimpered, my hips jerking forward, seeking more of his touch.
He smirked, his control unshaken, though I could feel the heat rolling off him, the need vibrating through his muscles.
"You're already shaking." His voice was dark, a slow hum of amusement laced with something more sinister. "And I haven't even started yet."
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my body betraying me as heat pooled low in my stomach. He hadn't even touched me where I needed him most, but I was already on the verge of falling apart.
He could see it.
He could feel it.
Dominic's hand slid up my thigh, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin, teasing, never quite giving me what I was desperate for.
"Tell me," he whispered, his voice low, almost a growl, eyes locked on mine like he already knew the answer. "Has anyone... ever fucked you hard?"
My breath caught. I bit my lip without even realizing it, nerves and heat tangling in my chest as I swallowed hard. My pulse was racing so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I didn't look away. I couldn't.
"No," I whispered, the word trembling as it left my mouth.
His smirk deepened instantly-slow, dark, dangerous. It wasn't satisfaction. It was hunger.
"Thought so," he murmured, letting the words linger between us, letting me feel the weight of his gaze, the way it made my skin burn. "No one's ever done what I'm going to do to you tonight."
And the way he said it-so certain, so controlled-made my stomach flip and my knees threaten to give out.
"You're gonna take every single thing I give you," he said, voice deep, laced with something dangerous. "And when I'm done, you won't remember your own fucking name, only mine."
My breath hitched, my body arching into him as he dipped his fingers lower, teasing my entrance before pulling away again.
"Dominic..." I moaned, my hands gripping the edge of the desk. "Please..."
He hummed, as if considering my plea. Then, without warning, he slammed two fingers inside me, stretching me open, filling me to the knuckle.
"That's it," he growled, pumping his fingers in and out, slow but deep, each movement sending shocks of pleasure through me. "Take it."
I cried out, my back arching as my walls clenched around him. He was stretching me, filling me to the knuckle, his fingers working deep, curling, exploring.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his other hand gripping my thigh, keeping me spread open for him. "How the hell are you gonna take my cock when you're barely handling my fingers?"
I moaned, my body clamping down around him, my mind slipping into a haze of pleasure. "Dominic-"
"You're mine now," he murmured, dragging his thumb over my clit again, his pace unrelenting. "This body? This pussy? All fucking mine."
I gasped, my entire body shaking.
His thumb found my clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles that made my vision blur.
I gasped, my body on fire, my nails digging into the desk. "Dominic-!"
He leaned in, his lips ghosting over my ear. "I want to hear you say it," he murmured, his fingers curling just right, hitting a spot that made my legs shake. "Tell me how fucking good I make you feel."
"You're-you're making me-" I gasped, my words dissolving into a desperate moan as he pressed harder, deeper.
"Say it."
"You make me feel so good," I whimpered, barely able to form words. "So-so fucking good."
His deep, satisfied groan vibrated against my skin. "Damn right I do."
I was so close, my body tightening, teetering on the edge, but just as I was about to come, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty, aching.
A frustrated cry tore from my lips. "Dominic-!"
He smirked darkly, dragging his fingers over my clit one last time, making my body jolt. "Not yet, sweetheart. You're not coming until I'm inside you."
His hands were everywhere-gripping, teasing, claiming-as his lips trailed over my skin, leaving a path of fire in their wake. My body was still trembling, still aching from everything he'd done to me, but when I felt his fingers move to his belt, heard the sharp sound of the zipper being undone, a fresh wave of heat rolled through me.
I swallowed hard, my breath shaky as I turned my gaze downward.
And then-I gasped.
My eyes widened, my stomach tightening as I took in the sheer size of him. It was so long, thick, big, and veiny.
Damn!
"Oh my God," I whispered, a mixture of shock and something far more dangerous curling in my core.
Dominic smirked, his dark eyes flashing with amusement. "Problem, sweetheart?"
I blinked rapidly, my mind scrambling. "It's too big."
His smirk deepened. "Too big?" He took a step closer, making the air between us crackle with tension. "You sure about that?"
Panic flared in my chest. Not because I didn't want this-because I did. Too much. But because I wasn't sure I could handle it.
Without thinking, I spun around, my only thought being run.
I ran.
I barely made it to the door before a strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back with ease. A startled gasp left my lips as he lifted me effortlessly, spinning me in his grip until I was facing him again.
"Where the fuck you think you're going?" His voice was a husky growl, thick with something raw.
My lips parted, but before I could form a response, he hoisted me up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance.
And that's when I felt it.
The head of him pressed right at my entrance.
Hot.
Heavy.
Waiting.
"Oh my God-Dominic-" I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "It's too big-"
His grip tightened on me.
His eyes dropped to my face, black and consuming.
"You already said that, sweetheart."
His voice was low. Calm.
Possessive.
Before I could breathe, before I could think, his expression shifted.
His jaw flexed.
His lips parted slightly.
His voice dropped into something darker. Rougher. More him.
"Run all you want, sweetheart," he murmured, his hands sliding to my hips, holding me exactly where he wanted me, "You're still going to take it."
My eyes widened.
My breath caught.
His fingers tightened.
And then he pulled me down.
Hard.
His hips thrust upward at the same time, forcing himself inside me in one brutal, claiming motion.
The stretch ripped a scream from my throat.
"OH MY GOD-"
My head fell back, my entire body shaking as he filled me completely, deeper than I thought possible. Every inch of him forced its way in, overwhelming, consuming, leaving no space for anything but him.
Dominic groaned low in his throat, his face buried in my neck, his arms locking around me like a cage.
"Fuck..." he muttered, his voice strained. "You feel...so damn good."
He then walk with me to the desk as he lay me down. He pull out then I gasped as he pressed against me, just the tip of his hardness teasing, taunting, making my thighs tremble around him.
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