Story 1: Midnight Contract

Chapter 3: After Hours

ISABELLA

My heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe as I stepped into Damien’s office the next night.

The entire floor was dark and quiet—everyone else had gone home hours ago.

Only the soft glow of his desk lamp lit the luxurious suite.

I had followed his instruction again: a simple wrap dress that tied at the side.

Easy access.

The moment I closed the door behind me, Damien looked up from his chair.

His gray eyes darkened with hunger the second they landed on me.

“Isabella,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Lock the door.”

I did as he asked, my fingers trembling slightly on the lock.

When I turned back around, he was already standing, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt.

God, he looked powerful, dangerous and so incredibly sexy.

“Come here,” he commanded softly.

I walked toward him, my heels clicking on the marble floor.

The second I was close enough, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me like he’d been starving for it.

His mouth claimed mine—deep, possessive, and full of heat. I moaned against his lips, my hands gripping his shirt.

“You’ve been on my mind all day,” he growled between kisses. “Thinking about how wet you were on my desk last night. Thinking about finally fucking you.”

Heat flooded my face and between my legs. “Damien…”

He walked me backward until my thighs hit the edge of his massive desk.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me effortlessly and sat me on the cool wood surface.

Papers scattered, but he didn’t care.

“Tonight,” he said, looking straight into my eyes, “you’re mine. Completely. Understand?”

“Yes,” I whispered, already aching for him.

“Good girl.”

He stepped back slightly and slowly untied the belt of my dress.

The fabric fell open, revealing my black lace bra and matching panties.

His gaze raked over my body like he wanted to devour me.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So fucking beautiful.”

He pushed the dress off my shoulders and let it pool around my waist.

Then his hands moved to my bra. With one smooth motion, he unhooked it and tossed it aside.

My breasts spilled free, nipples already hard.

Damien groaned softly and cupped them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks.

I gasped, arching into his touch.

He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. I cried out, threading my fingers through his dark hair.

The pleasure shot straight down to my core.

“Damien… please…”

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same delicious attention while his hands slid down my sides.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were burning.

“Lie back,” he ordered.

I obeyed, lying down on the wide desk. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, leaving me completely naked under the soft light.

For a moment he just stared, drinking in every inch of me.

“Spread your legs for me, Isabella.”

My cheeks burned, but I did it. He stepped between my thighs and dropped to his knees.

The first touch of his tongue made me jolt.

He licked me slowly from bottom to top, savoring me like I was his favorite dessert.

When he reached my clit, he circled it with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it gently into his mouth.

“Oh my God…” I moaned, my back arching off the desk.

He held my thighs open with strong hands and devoured me.

His tongue moved faster, then slower, teasing me until I was shaking.

He slid two thick fingers inside me while his mouth focused on my clit, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside.

I was losing control fast.

“Damien— I’m going to—”

“Come,” he growled against me. “Come on my tongue.”

The orgasm hit me hard. I cried out his name, my thighs trembling around his head as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

He didn’t stop, licking me through every pulse until I was gasping and oversensitive.

When he finally stood up, his lips were glistening. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled darkly.

“You taste even better than I imagined.”

He started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and abs.

Then his belt. Then his pants.

When he finally freed himself, I stared. He was thick, hard, and bigger than I expected.

Damien wrapped a hand around himself and stroked slowly as he looked at me.

“Tell me you want this,” he said.

“I want you,” I breathed. “Please, Damien. I need you inside me.”

He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in slowly. I gasped at the stretch.

Inch by inch, he filled me until he was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. “So perfect.”

He started moving—long, deep strokes that made me moan with every thrust. The desk creaked beneath us as he picked up speed, fucking me harder.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I met his gray eyes as he drove into me. The intensity of his gaze made everything feel more raw, more real.

“You like submitting to me, don’t you?” he asked, thrusting deep.

“Yes,” I moaned. “I love it.”

He rewarded me by slamming into me harder. The pleasure built again, fast and intense.

He reached between us and rubbed my clit while he fucked me, and I came again with a loud cry, clenching around him.

Damien pulled out suddenly and flipped me over, bending me over the desk. He entered me from behind in one smooth thrust.

This angle felt even deeper. He gripped my hips and fucked me with powerful strokes, skin slapping against skin.

“Yes— just like that,” I whimpered.

He reached forward and wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling my head back gently as he pounded into me.

I was completely at his mercy, and I loved every second of it.

After a few minutes, he pulled out again and turned me to face him.

“Window,” he said simply.

He carried me across the room, my legs wrapped around him.

Pressing my back against the cool glass overlooking the glittering city skyline, he thrust back inside me.

The height made it feel dangerous and thrilling. Anyone looking up might see us, but I didn’t care.

He fucked me hard against the window, kissing me deeply. My breasts pressed against his chest as he drove into me again and again.

“Come for me one more time, baby,” he growled. “I want to feel you.”

I shattered around him, moaning his name. A few thrusts later, Damien groaned loudly and came deep inside me, his body shuddering against mine.

We stayed like that for a moment—me pressed against the glass, him buried inside me, both of us breathing hard.

Finally, he carried me back to the couch in the corner of his office. He sat down and pulled me into his lap, holding me gently.

His hands stroked my back softly, completely different from the rough way he’d taken me minutes ago.

“You okay?” he asked, kissing my temple.

“More than okay,” I whispered, snuggling into his chest. “That was… incredible.”

He chuckled softly. “You were perfect. I knew you would be.”

We stayed like that for a while—him holding me, whispering sweet words, and gently running his fingers through my hair.

The aftercare felt almost as good as the sex.

After some time, he tilted my chin up and kissed me softly.

“Tomorrow night,” he said with a wicked smile. “I have plans for you, Isabella. And they involve a lot less clothing and a lot more time.”

I shivered with anticipation.

“Yes, Damien.”

He kissed me again, slow and deep.

This contract was turning out to be the best decision I’d ever made.

To be continued...