Chapter 4: His Backseat Slut.

Isolde's POV.

The command settled deep into my bones.

I immediately wrapped my lips around his fingers, tasting my sweet juices on his skin.

As I sucked, I kept deep, unbroken eye contact with him, my tied hands reaching down to find his waistband.

He smirked at my clumsy movements.

“Such a greedy brat you are, Isolde,” he said, watching me struggle with the buckle.

Rafe pulled his fingers from my mouth and unfastened his belt himself. “You want to suck my cock?”

“Oh yes, Rafe. Please," I begged.

As his length flexed free from his zipper, my eyes went wide.

It was entirely different from what I had pictured whenever I masturbated; he was fucking huge.

“Want to back out now?” he asked, looking down at my wild eyes.

“You wish,” I countered, wrapping my hands around his thick shaft.

I leaned in and licked the tip, met with the salty taste of his precum.

I cleaned it up greedily before taking him into my mouth, swallowing as much of him as I could while my hand gripped the rest.

I bobbed my head, hollowing out my cheeks, until his fist tangled in my hair and railed me deep in my throat, making me gasp and choke on his throbbing manhood.

“That's it. Suck it like you mean it, Boss,” he growled, establishing a steady, heavy rhythm into my mouth.

I could feel his heat filling me so perfectly.

I gagged slightly but pushed through, loving the sheer fullness of him in my throat.

After a few minutes of ruthless face-fucking, Rafe pulled away.

He quickly stripped out of the rest of his clothes, standing before me stark naked.

I stared shamelessly at his defined muscles, his sharp V-line, and everything else.

I licked my lips, knowing I would never get tired of fucking him.

He lifted me up bridal style, carried me to the other side of the table where my office chair stood, and bent me over the edge of the desk again.

“Look out through the glass doors,” he commanded in a low voice. “Imagine all those people out there seeing you get railed.”

I chuckled softly, a thrill running down my spine.

“They'll be jealous to death watching my hot driver claim me; it will make them go insane and envious.”

Then I felt his tip at my entrance.

Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed his dick inside me.

The initial stretch was incredibly tight, but the sensation rapidly turned hot, transforming into pure pleasure.

“Feel that? Your tight pussy swallowing every single inch,” he whispered against my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin as he buried himself deep within me.

“Rafe, you are huge,” I groaned, my hands clawing at the desk as I craved even more penetration, but there was no more left to take. My body had swallowed all of him.

Once he was seated balls-deep inside me, he gripped my hips tightly and began to thrust, keeping the pace agonizingly slow at first.

“Is this what you fantasized about? Me pounding your VIP pussy while you look out at the city?”

“Yes, Rafe. Please, go harder… faster. More, I can take it,” I confessed, completely unraveled.

He grew even harder inside me, his length stretching me out as he continued to drive deep, relentless strokes into my core.

He leaned down, kissing and biting at my neck, leaving a trail of dark red marks over my skin.

“I am yours now, Isolde. Say it.”

“And you are mine. Always. You have been, and you always will be, you arrogant driver,” I panted.

He laughed against my neck, a deep, dark sound filled with raw humor and shared ecstasy.

“Arrogant?” he repeated, burying himself completely to the hilt while a loud moan tore from my throat.

Thank God this office was soundproof, or everyone on the executive floor would hear exactly how their boss was being fucked.

“Says the woman who teased me for weeks,” he growled.

He braced me against the desk again, nearly knocking over my laptop as he spread my legs even wider to give himself a deeper angle.

I was right on the edge, and we could both feel it.

He kept hitting that perfect spot unerringly.

“Harder, please, Rafe… Yes!”

He increased the pace, his merciless, wet thrusts echoing in the quiet room. “Come for me, Isolde.”

The release tore through me and I clutched the edge of the desk, my body locking up as a massive orgasm rolled over me, my legs trembling from the sheer intensity of the shockwaves.

“Fill me up, Rafe,” I begged as he continued to pump through my climax. “I want to feel you deep inside me during my meetings tomorrow.”

With a low, guttural groan, he drove himself deep one final time and came hard.

His hips shook as he poured his heat into me, his lips tracing a path down my neck as he emptied his seed completely inside of me.

The fluid leaked down my thighs as he held me tight against him, our ragged breathing filling the silence.

Eventually, he lifted me up and carried me over to the long office couch, where we both collapsed completely naked, covered in sweat and catching our breath.

A rare, soft smile broke across his face as he looked down at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.

“No more resignation, Rafe,” I said, resting my arm over his broad chest. "You are restricted to being mine. You don't look at anyone else.

“Deal,” he murmured softly, pulling me just a fraction closer. “But next time you decide to tease me, just remember how dirty this 'luxury driver' can really play, boss.”

As the adrenaline wore off, we eventually used the private executive bathroom to clean ourselves up before stepping back into our respective roles.

A quiet, knowing smirk remained on both our faces.

A private secret between a queen and her driver, ready to take on the weekend.