BEG FOR IT

Chapter 1: The Dare That Started It All

Riley Pov

My heart hammered against my ribs as I wiped down the glass table in Alexander Rivera’s corner office. The city lights sparkled far below like distant stars, but nothing felt distant tonight. It was past 11 p.m., the entire building was empty, and the door was locked. Just me and my CEO.

I’d been his intern for months, staying late, wearing tighter skirts, secretly hoping he’d notice. Tonight, after we crushed the big pitch, he’d poured expensive whiskey and suggested we “unwind like adults.” What started as casual talk turned into Truth or Dare.

I could still feel his eyes burning into me every time I bent over.

“Truth or Dare, Riley?” His deep voice came from the big leather chair behind the desk. Alexander Rivera—thirty, built like sin in a tailored suit, dark hair, sharp jaw, and those eyes that could strip me naked without a word.

I swallowed. My palms were sweaty. “Dare.”

His smirk made my knees weak. “Take off your panties right here and hand them to me. Then tell me exactly how wet you already are.”

Heat flooded my face. I should have refused. Instead my fingers trembled as I reached under my tight black pencil skirt, hooked the soaked lace thong, and slid it down my legs. The cool air hit my bare, dripping pussy. Shame and arousal twisted together as I walked over on shaky heels and dropped the black lace into his open palm.

Alex lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell delicious. Now the truth—how long have you been touching yourself while thinking about my cock?”

“Months,” I whispered, voice cracking with embarrassment. “Every single night after I leave this office.”

“Good girl.” He leaned back, thighs spread, the thick bulge in his slacks impossible to ignore. “Now go sit on the couch, spread your legs, and show me exactly how you masturbate when you’re alone fantasizing about me ruining you.”

My pussy clenched hard at his command. I walked to the wide leather sofa, hiked my skirt up around my waist, and sat down. No panties. Just my bare, glistening cunt on full display. I spread my thighs wide, feeling exposed and filthy. My fingers trailed down my stomach until they reached my swollen clit.

The first slow circle made me gasp. I was soaked—embarrassingly wet. I pinched my hard nipple through my half-open blouse with my other hand while my fingers moved faster between my legs. Two fingers dipped inside my tight heat, pumping slowly. Wet, moan sounds filled the quiet office.

“I imagine you bending me over your desk,” I breathed, eyes locked on his. My hips started rocking. “Fucking me raw, no condom, your thick cock stretching and ruining me until I scream.”

Alex watched like a predator, palming his massive erection through his pants but not freeing it yet. “Faster. Edge yourself. Do not come.”

I moaned louder, curling my fingers against that perfect spot inside me. The tension built fast—tight, aching, desperate. My clit throbbed under my thumb. I was right on the edge, walls fluttering, so close to exploding.

“Stop.”

The word hit like a whip. I yanked my hand away with a frustrated whimper. My pussy clenched around nothing, juices dripping down my ass onto the leather. My thighs shook with denied need. I was throbbing, aching, completely desperate.

Alex stood slowly, unbuckling his belt with deliberate movements. The sound alone made me drip more. “Come here, intern. Bend over the desk like you fantasize about.”

My legs barely carried me. I bent forward over the cool wood, pressing my aching breasts against it, ass up, skirt around my waist, bare pussy and ass completely exposed for him.

His big hand smoothed over my ass, then cracked down hard. The sharp slap echoed. Pain bloomed into hot pleasure. He spanked me again and again, turning my ass red and stinging.

“Such a dirty little office slut,” he growled, spanking harder. “Teasing me in these tight skirts for months. Now you’re going to take every inch.”

I heard his zipper. Then the heavy, thick head of his cock slapped against my soaked folds. He rubbed it up and down, teasing my swollen clit until I was sobbing.

“Please, Mr. Rivera… fuck me. Ruin me.”

He gripped my hips bruisingly and slammed in—raw, one brutal thrust that stretched my tight pussy wide open. I cried out as he bottomed out, balls-deep, filling me completely. He was so thick, so deep.

“Fuck, you’re dripping all over my cock already,” he groaned. Then he started pounding me—relentless, deep strokes that hit my cervix every time. Skin slapped loudly against skin. My juices squirted around his shaft with every thrust.

I clawed at the desk, moaning like a whore. The tension that had built while I masturbated exploded into pure ecstasy. He reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough while he fucked me senseless.

“You don’t come until I say,” he snarled, spanking my ass mid-thrust.

I was crying, begging. “Please… I can’t hold it… I’m so full…”

Alex fisted my red hair, yanking my head back as he railed me even harder. “Come. Now. Milk my cock like the slut you are.”

My orgasm crashed through me violently. My pussy spasmed hard, squirting around his pounding cock, soaking his balls and the floor. I screamed his name, body shaking uncontrollably.

He didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, chasing his own release. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy. Breed you right here on my desk.”

With a deep, animalistic groan he buried himself to the hilt and came. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded me, pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out around his cock and ran down my thighs in creamy streams.

He stayed deep inside me, grinding slowly as we both panted. His hand stroked my back almost gently.

“Truth or Dare for round two?” he murmured against my ear, voice dark and full of promise.

I could only whimper, already hungry for whatever came next.