Forbidden Flames:Tangled Desires

Chapter 1: The threshold of temptation 

He leaned closer, his lips just inches from hers. “And I think,” he continued, his voice a seductive whisper, “that perhaps we’ve both been dedicating a lot of thought to… other matters.”

The tension snapped. Benson's mouth crashed down on Natasha’s in a hungry, demanding kiss. No more teasing. His tongue swept past her lips, claiming her mouth with raw possession. She moaned into him, her hands fisting the front of his crisp white shirt, invoices scattering forgotten across the polished floor.

He walked her backward until her thighs hit the edge of the massive mahogany desk. With one powerful sweep of his arm, he cleared the remaining papers and pens. The clatter echoed through the luxurious office, but neither cared. Brad lifted her effortlessly onto the desk, stepping between her spread thighs. His hands roamed possessively gripping her hips, sliding up under her pencil skirt to squeeze the soft flesh of her ass.

“Fuck, Natasha,” he growled against her mouth. “You’ve been driving me insane for weeks.”

She whimpered as he yanked her blouse open, buttons flying. Her lace bra was shoved down roughly, exposing her full breasts. Benson's mouth descended immediately, sucking one hardened nipple deep into his hot mouth while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. Sharp pleasure-pain shot straight to her core. She arched into him, grinding her soaked panties against the hard bulge straining his trousers.

He pulled back just enough to look at her flushed, panting, skirt rucked up around her waist. “You want this?” His voice was dark, commanding. “Tell me exactly what you want, secretary.”

“I want you to fuck me, Ben,” she breathed, the words liberating and filthy on her tongue. “Hard. Use me.”

A predatory smile curved his lips. “Good girl.”

He spun her around, bending her over the desk so her breasts pressed against the cool wood. Her ass was presented to him like an offering. Benson's hands smoothed over her curves before delivering a sharp, stinging smack to her right cheek. Natasha cried out, the heat blooming instantly.

“You like that?” Another smack, harder. “Answer me.”

“Yes fuck, yes!”

He hooked his fingers into her panties and ripped them down her legs, leaving them tangled around one ankle. Two thick fingers plunged into her dripping pussy without warning, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. Natasha moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand, fucking herself on his fingers.

“So wet for me already. Filthy little thing.” He added a third finger, stretching her, scissoring roughly while his thumb circled her swollen clit. The wet, obscene sounds filled the office.

When she was trembling on the edge, he withdrew. She heard the jingle of his belt, the zipper. Then the thick, heavy head of his cock nudged against her entrance.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Benss..onn..please oh. my. gawd fuck your secretary’s tight cunt.”

He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the balls. Natasha screamed in pleasure, the stretch burning so perfectly. He didn’t give her time to adjust, pulling out almost completely before driving back in, setting a punishing rhythm. The desk creaked beneath them as he fucked her hard, one hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

“Such a perfect slut for your boss,” he grunted, the filthy words sending fresh gushes of arousal down her thighs. “Been fantasizing about this cock splitting you open, haven’t you?”

“Yesoh god, yes!” Each thrust punched the air from her lungs. His balls slapped against her clit with every deep stroke.

Benson reached around and rubbed her clit in tight, fast circles. “Come on my cock. Now.”

The orgasm ripped through her violently. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around his thick length as she came with a broken cry, soaking his shaft and the desk beneath her.

But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her cream, and flipped her onto her back again. He stripped off his tie with deliberate slowness.

“Hands above your head.”

She obeyed instantly. He used the silk tie to bind her wrists together, then secured them to the heavy brass lamp on the desk. Now she was completely at his mercy, tied, spread open, pussy still pulsing from her first climax.

Benson stepped back for a moment, admiring the view. Then he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue lapped greedily at her dripping folds, sucking her clit into his mouth while two fingers fucked her again. He ate her like a starving man, adding a third finger, then a fourth, stretching her wider. The wet, slurping sounds were obscene. Natasha thrashed against her bonds, another orgasm building fast.

He sucked hard on her clit and curled his fingers just right she squirted against his tongue with a guttural moan, her juices coating his chin.

Rising, Benson gripped her thighs and folded her nearly in half, her bound wrists still secured above her. He drove back into her soaked pussy in one savage thrust. The new angle let him hit impossibly deep, battering her cervix with every powerful stroke.

“Look at me while I ruin this cunt,” he ordered.

Their eyes locked. His thrusts grew even harder, more primal. Sweat slicked their bodies. He leaned down to bite her neck, sucking a dark mark into her skin as he pounded her.

“Tell me who owns this pussy now.”

“You dooo Bensssonn fuck, it’s yours!”

He reached between them and pinched her clit. The sharp sting combined with the relentless fucking sent her spiraling into a third, shattering orgasm. Her walls milked him violently.

With a deep, animalistic groan, Benson buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her clenching pussy with thick ropes of hot cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his seed deeper, claiming her completely.

They stayed locked together, panting. He untied her wrists gently, rubbing the marks with soothing thumbs, then kissed her deeply his cock still buried deep inside her.

“That was just the beginning, Natasha,” he murmured against her lips, his cock already twitching back to life. “The sofa next. Then my belt across that pretty ass while you ride me. I’m going to explore every filthy fantasy you’ve had… and then some.”

She smiled, dazed and utterly satisfied, already aching for more.