My wrists were still bound, red and trembling, the silk ropes biting into my skin with every needy jerk. My entire body was soaked—sweat, arousal, frustration. I was wrecked. Ruined. And Mr De Vito wasn’t done.Not even close.He climbed back over me like a predator, his chest gleaming, muscles rippling with every slow movement. I stared, wide-eyed, as he gripped the base of his cock—thick, veiny, heavy—and dragged the flushed tip along my inner thigh.So close.So fucking close to where I needed him most.“Look at you,” he murmured, voice raw velvet. “Soaking the sheets and still not satisfied.”“I need it,” I gasped, unable to stop the plea that broke from my lips. “Please… I need you inside me.”He chuckled darkly, guiding the head of his cock between my folds, parting them with a slow, slick glide that had my hips bucking. But he didn’t enter me.Instead, he rubbed the thick crown against my clit. Slow, torturous circles. My breath hitched, legs shaking uncontrollably.“Not yet, b
“Good morning sir," I greeted as I made my way to my table and he hummed in response without looking at me.Yeah, like his head wasn't buried between my legs last night and the night before.I had the best weekend ever.Fuck, Mr De Vito was so good with his tongue and fingers but I don't know why he won't give me his cock.He'd eat my pussy, finger me shitless and do everything filthy with my pussy but not give me his cock. It was frustrating and when I asked him to fill me he'd just tell me to take what I get.I haven't stopped thinking about what his cock would feel like thrusting inside me. Argh, why won't he just fuck me already?“Good morning Mr De Vito," came Miss Ferdinand’s cheery voice and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.“Coffee for you," she said as she dropped a cup of coffee on his table. “I hope you had a lovely weekend?" “Yeah, thank you Miss Ferdinand," Mr De Vito said as he took the cup of coffee and sipped from it and it took everything in me not to laugh.When wi
All day, her eyes had been on me. Not just watching—devouring. Every time I looked up from my desk, she was already staring. Like she wanted something. Like she needed something. And when we were finally alone in my office, the tension snapped taut between us like a live wire. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, gaze fixed on her. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She bit her bottom lip, tilting her head with feigned innocence. “Like what?” I stood slowly, walking around the desk with the kind of calm that always came before I devoured something I wanted. And I wanted her. “Like you want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you forget your name.” A flush crept up her neck. Still, she held my gaze and said, voice low and sweet, “Maybe I do.” My eyes flared. In one swift movement, I spun her around, pressing her front against the cool wood of the desk. “Is that what you want?” I growled into her ear, one hand sliding up her thigh, under her pencil skirt. “W
I pulled back from her chest, lips wet, eyes gleaming with raw, unfiltered lust.“On your knees,” I ordered, voice low and commanding. “Now.”She dropped without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine as her hands moved to my belt, fingers trembling with anticipation. She undid it slowly, teasingly, dragging my zipper down while I watched her like a predator ready to devour.My cock sprang free—thick, hard, already leaking.She licked her lips.“Open that pretty mouth,” I growled, stroking myself slowly as she tilted her head back, lips parted, eyes glassy with need.“Such a good fucking girl,” I muttered, sliding the head against her tongue. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Thought about my cock down your throat all day.”I didn’t wait for an answer.I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching her lips stretch around me. Her moan vibrated through my length, and I hissed, hand tightening in her hair.“Fuck, baby girl… just like that,” I groaned, rocking my hips forward until
My heart stuttered when I read the message again.‘Did you forget you were supposed to come to my room? Get here now!’My core throbbed at his tone—possessive, commanding, and so fucking hot.Without a second thought, I threw the covers off, my sheer nightgown clinging to every curve. My nipples were already hard, poking through the thin fabric, and my thighs were slick with anticipation.I opened my door and padded down the hall, every step lighting a fire between my legs. When I reached his room, I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open.And there he was.Mr De Vito.Naked.Lying on the bed like sin itself—legs spread, cock rock-hard and leaking against his abs, one arm lazily behind his head, eyes dark and devouring as they swept over me.“Close the door,” he said, voice low and thick.I obeyed, clicking it shut behind me, pulse racing.“Take off the gown,” he commanded.I swallowed hard. “You want me on your cock?”He smirked. “I said take it off.”I slipped the gown over
I licked my lips as I stared at his cock—thick, veiny, flushed red and twitching with need. A drop of precum glistened at the tip, and fuck, it was begging for my tongue.“Look at you,” I whispered, brushing my fingers lightly down the underside of his shaft. “So hard for me already.”He growled low in his throat, dark eyes locked on mine. “Open that filthy little mouth, baby girl. Let Daddy fuck your throat like he owns it.”A shiver ran down my spine.I leaned in and licked a slow stripe from base to tip, savoring the taste of him. His abs tightened, breath hissing through clenched teeth.“Goddamn,” he muttered. “That tongue… fuck.”I swirled it around the head, teasing, tracing every ridge, every sensitive spot. He twitched under my touch, precum leaking steadily now.“You want me to take it all, Daddy?” I purred, eyes locked on his.“Every. Fucking. Inch,” he growled. “Choke on it, baby. Make it messy. I want to see spit dripping down your chin.”I moaned and sank down, taking him
I lay there, breathless, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of making him cum all over me. My pussy throbbed, drenched and aching, craving him. I thought—finally—he was going to fuck me.But instead, he climbed off the bed.My brows furrowed as I watched his naked form stride across the room, muscles flexing, cock still thick and glistening from my spit. I thought maybe he was grabbing a condom.He didn’t speak, just went to the drawer and pulled something out—a sleek black box, long and slim.“What’s that?” I asked breathlessly, propping myself on my elbows, my skin tingling in anticipation.He turned, lips curled into a wicked smirk. “A little surprise, baby girl.”He brought it back to the bed, sat beside me, and slowly—deliberately—peeled the box open like he was unwrapping a present.My eyes widened.Inside was a vibrator—thick, long, and intimidatingly shaped. Almost the size of his cock. Matte black, with a bulbous head and pulsing ridges down the shaft.“You wanted D
He pulled the toy from my lips with a slick, sinful sound, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “You want Daddy’s cock now, don’t you?” he asked, voice low and mocking as he gripped himself, stroking his hard length just inches from my soaked core. “Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Daddy. I need it so bad…” He tsked, shaking his head slowly, teasing the thick head of his cock against my overstimulated clit. I jerked, crying out, my hips bucking. “So fucking desperate,” he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear. “But you haven’t earned it yet.” “Please,” I whimpered, reaching for him, only for his hand to catch mine and pin it above my head. His strength made me melt. “You want Daddy to fuck this little cunt?” he growled, voice gravel and heat. “Beg for it.” “I am—fuck—I’m begging, Daddy…” “Not good enough.” He reached for the black silk tie discarded on the bedpost. Before I could blink, he’d tied both my wrists together and secured them to the headboard.
I fumbled with the room keycard like I’d never used one before. My fingers were trembling—whether from frustration, anticipation, or the residual heat that refused to die down after that conference interaction, I didn’t know.No, that was a lie. I knew exactly what was wrong with me.Mr Lorenzo De Vito.I slipped inside the room, the door clicking shut behind me. The silence wrapped around me instantly. Cool, sterile air met my flushed skin, making me shiver.I should have been angry. I was angry. But beneath the fury, layered beneath the humiliation of being made to wait—again—was a deeper ache. A raw, needy throb between my thighs that had only grown worse with every word he whispered at the conference. Every knowing glance. Every command uttered in that voice that could melt steel.‘Be a good girl, Miss Ross. And wait.’The words echoed in my skull.I dropped my bag onto the chair, kicked off my heels, and began to strip.One button at a time. Slowly. Torturously.If he was going t
My legs were crossed a little too tightly, my nails pressing half-moons into my palm as I sat in the glossy, air-conditioned conference room surrounded by polished wood, steel fixtures, and the sharp scent of money. The top architects from all over the country were here. A dozen powerhouses with egos the size of the towers they designed, all gathered under one roof. I should have been thrilled that I was sitting in a room filled with the most powerful architects.But I wasn’t.I was furious.Because somewhere a few rows ahead, one of the speakers—one of the top architects—was Mr Lorenzo De Vito. And my body hadn’t gotten the memo that I was supposed to be mad at him.My nipples were hard under my silk blouse, and I couldn’t cross my legs any tighter if I tried. Every time he spoke, my thighs clenched involuntarily. Every time he cleared his throat, my skin prickled. And it wasn’t fair.I wasn’t supposed to be reacting to him. Not after last night.That cocky, insufferable man had made
My hands trembled slightly from the intensity of my need as I reached between us and unbuckled his belt. My fingers brushed against the hard outline of his cock, and I bit my lip, already soaked just from the feel of it through his pants.I pulled down the zipper, dragging the fabric low until his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and throbbing. My breath hitched. God, he was beautiful. Angry red at the tip, veins bulging along the shaft, already slick with pre-cum.“You’ve been such a tease,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around him, “but tonight, Mr De Vito, I’m not taking no for an answer.”I rose slightly on my knees, lining myself up with his cock, ready to finally take what I’d been starved of.But the bastard stopped me.Strong hands clutched my hips and flipped me over like I weighed nothing. I gasped as my back hit the bed, my legs still spread over his lap, exposed and wet and needy.“Not so fast, Miss Ross,” he said, voice dripping with sinful amusement. “Did you think I’d
I felt like killing him, I felt like jumping on his lap right now, take out his cock, and just sit on it. Would that be considered rape? Because right now that was exactly what I wanted to do to him.I was beyond furious and angry. Last night after how wet and soaked I was. I could feel the way wetness was dripping out of me. And then this annoying motherfucker positioned his cock in front of me, rubbed his tip on my dripping pussy and then pushed just the head in and told me that was all I was getting.I felt like dying. I felt like crying. I begged, I begged him to fuck me. But all he did was jerk his cock for me to see and then dropped his cum on my pussy.I have never been this frustrated in my entire life. Mr De Vito has done nothing but starve me of his cock.I was hungry for it. My pussy has been throbbing so hard, but no matter how I rubbed my legs, I felt nothing but pure torture because my pussy knew exactly what it wanted.But this bastard. He refused to give it to me.The
The moment I felt his hand tighten on my ass, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.He growled low in his throat, and I shivered as the sound vibrated through his chest. My thin nightgown was practically non-existent between us, and the heat radiating from his body soaked through my skin, feeding my arousal like gasoline to a fire.“You drive me fucking insane,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with restraint.Good. That was the plan.I leaned in, lips brushing against the stubble on his jaw. “Then stop holding back,” I whispered, my breath warm against his skin. “You know you want to fuck me.”His fingers dug into my flesh, and before I could even blink, he had me flipped on my stomach. My gasp echoed around the room as he yanked the thin strap of my nightgown down my shoulder and let it fall completely off, leaving me naked—open and exposed.I felt the cool air kiss my ass just before his hand smacked it, a delicious sting spreading through me like fire.“Oh fuck,” I breathed ou
I pushed every unease and fear to the back of my mind as I sat down to get to work. I couldn't let anything that might likely be my imagination rattle me. But yet I couldn't help but think about the door. It had been locked. I remember locking it yet I had woken up to an open door.I sighed as I turned on my computer and got to work.Mr De Vito was on the phone talking to someone.I just turned back to the screen as I worked on the documents Angelo gave me yesterday. There were a lot of them but it wasn't something I couldn't do. “Emily," Mr De Vito called and I quickly turned to him. “Yes sir," I said, standing up.“There's a situation," he said and my heart skipped a beat wondering if it's about the incident that happened last night.“What is it? Did they find anything in the CCTV camera?" I asked and Mr De Vito shook his head.“Not that. It's something else. Angelo just called me that he's very sick and we're supposed to go to Mexico tomorrow, but he won't be able to go with me t
The moment I stepped into the office, the door slammed shut behind me with a resounding thud, making the air vibrate around us. Before I could even blink, I was pinned against it—hard chest pressing into my back, one of his arms braced beside my head, the other curling around my waist, locking me in place. A hot breath ghosted over the shell of my ear. "You naughty, naughty girl." My heart jackhammered against my ribs. "Mr De Vito—" "Don’t you Mr De Vito me. You think you can tease me like that?" he growled, voice low, dangerous, laced with a sharp edge of arousal. "You think you can send me those pictures and walk in here like nothing happened? Like you didn't fucking tempt me last night?" I bit my bottom lip, but the smirk broke free. I loved this game. "I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine. You started it, remember? With the little control games you love to play." He pressed closer, hips grinding into my backside, and I felt the full extent of what I’d done to h
A sound—soft, almost inaudible—dragged me from the depths of sleep.I grunted, burrowing deeper into the sheets, trying to cling to the fading edges of a dream I couldn’t even remember anymore. But there it was again—a soft creak, like weight shifting on the floorboards.My lashes fluttered open, vision blurry and unfocused. The room was cloaked in shadows, the only illumination the silver slice of moonlight filtering through the half-open balcony doors.For a second, I thought I was imagining things, still tangled in sleep.And then I saw it.A figure.Standing by the corner of my room.Female.Motionless.Watching.My breath seized in my chest, every muscle in my body locking tight. I blinked rapidly, heart thundering against my ribs as panic clawed up my throat.No.No, it couldn't be.With trembling fingers, I fumbled for the lamp on my bedside table, flicking the switch.Warm light flooded the room.Empty.There was no one there.I sat up straighter, my chest heaving, scanning ev
The leather seats were warm under me, but not half as warm as the heat burning low in my stomach.I sat back, trying to look casual, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs as the city lights blurred past the tinted windows. Mr De Vito’s driver couldn’t see us—of course not. There was a black privacy divider between the front seat and the back, thick enough to muffle sounds, dark enough to hide sins.And right now, I was about to commit one.Or at least start one.I shifted slightly, feigning discomfort, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mr De Vito’s gaze—sharp, suspicious, predatory. Like he could feel the shift in the air even before I moved.Good.Let him feel it.Let him burn for it.Slowly, I sat up straighter, my movements exaggerated just enough to catch his attention fully.Then, without looking at him, I hooked my thumbs under the thin strip of my thong and began to drag it down my legs, inch by excruciating inch, the silk whispering against my skin.I could feel hi