LOGINHer blood ran hot at the sound of his voice low husky thick with something dangerous that curled around her name like it could put her out of her misery. She should have been terrified but instead her thighs squeezed together beneath the sheets, the ache in her pússy intensifying as if his voice alone had reached inside her.
She slid to the edge of the bed her bare feet hitting the floor with a muffled thud. For a moment she hesitated clutching the sheet tightly around her body like it could shield her from the storm gathering just outside her door. Slowly her hand reached for the knob her breath caught in her throat.When she turned it and pulled, the door creaked open just an inch.
Liam stood ther larger than life in the dim hallway light. His hair was damp with sweat clinging to his forehead and the veins on his muscled forearms bulged as he braced one hand against the doorframe. His green eyes glowed with an intensity that made her knees weak dragging down her body until she felt naked under his gaze despite the shet clutched around her.
“I heard you,” he said simply his lips curving into something between a smirk and a growl. “Touching yourself while you listened to me.”
Maya’s face turned red. Shame and arousal collided in her chest twisting her insides until she could hardly breathe. She tried to form words to deny it but her lips parted uselessly and nothing came out. He didn’t need her to confess the guilt in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks the tremble in her body said everything.
Liam’s jaw tightened and he leaned closer, the heat of his body radiating against her even through the doorway. His scent sweat, musk, and something purely male wrapped around her senses until she felt dizzy.
“Tell me to leave,” he murmured his voice so low it vibrated against her skin. “Say the word, and I’ll walk away.”
Maya’s breath shook. Every rational thought scramed for her to close the door to send him back upstairs, to stop this before it went too far. But the fire in her blood was louder, and her pússy clenched hard at the sight of him, the sheet doing nothing to hide her hardened nípples pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top. She couldn’t lie to herself anymore. She wanted this. She wanted him, she wanted to get laid so badly
.
“Don’t leave…” The words escaped her lips in a whisper so soft she almost didn’t recognize her own voice.
The look in Liam’s eyes darkened instantly, his restraint snapping in that single moment. His hand pressed against the door and pushed it wide open, the wood groaning under his strength. He stepped inside without hesitation closing the door behind him with a click that made her knew it was too late for her to change her mind.
Maya stumbled back toward the bed, her body trembling as he advanced, slow and deliberate like a predator cornering its prey. He peeled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion tossing it carelessly to the floor. He never did take his eyes oof her. The sight of his chest made her breath hitch broad shoulders tapering to a hard, sculpted stomach, a faint trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his sweats.
Her lips parted helplessly as her eyes followed the rise and fall of his chest, each flex of muscle making her thighs press tighter together. He caught her staring, and the smirk returned, more dangerous than before.
“Good girl,” he rumbled his voice deep enough to curl through her bones. “Now lie back… and let me hear you scream for real.”
Maya’s breath trembled as she sank back onto the mattress her body surrendering before her mind could catch up. The sheet slipped from her grasp, falling away to reveal the thin cotton tank top clinging to her breasts and the shorts that did little to hide the dampness between her thighs. Liam’s gaze devoured her dragging slowly from her hardened nípples down to the edge of her shorts his jaw tightening as if he were fighting a battle with himself.
Then he moved next to her. He climbed onto the bed with the effortless grace of someone who knew exactly what he wanted and exactly how to take it. The mattress dipped under his weight, pressing her body deeper into the softness as he caged her in with his arms. His heat wrapped around her instantly the scent of sweat and desire sinking into her lungs until she thought she might choke on it.
“You’ve been lying here, touching yourself, aching for it, haven’t you?” he murmured against her ear his breath hot and dangerous. “I could hear it in your voice when you moaned. You wanted me to come down here.”
Maya whimpered, her pride dissolving under the way his words dragged every filthy truth out of her. She shook her head weakly, but the way her hips tilted toward him gave her away completely. Liam chuckled darkly, a sound that vibrated against her throat as his lips grazed the sensitive skin just below her ear.
“You can lie to yourself,” he growled, his hand sliding down her stomach, “but your body won’t lie to me.”
His fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down with slow, deliberate force until the fabric slid over her thighs and pooled uselessly at her ankles. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her pússy, the wet spot glistening in the dim light of the room. Liam’s green eyes locked on the sight, and a curse tumbled from his lips.
“Fúck, look at you… dripping for me already.”
Maya’s cheeks burned, but her body throbbed harder under his gaze, her clít aching for his touch. She bit down on her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to spill out, but then his hand moved lower, his thumb pressing against her through the thin fabric. The sound that escaped her was raw and broken, filling the room before she could stop it.
“That’s it,” Liam hisse rubbing slow circles over her clít watching her hips buck helplessly into his hand. “That’s the sound I want, louder.”
He was waiting when she arrived at 8:01 AM. He was in her office, kneeling on the plush carpet in front of her desk, exactly where she had left him the day before. He had let himself in with the keycard she had given him, another small, significant step in his surrender. He wore the grey sweatpants and t-shirt she had commanded, and on the floor in front of him, laid out neatly, was a red silk tie.Isabelle stopped in the doorway, a slow, genuine smile of appreciation gracing her lips. This was better than she had anticipated. He wasn't just following orders; he was anticipating them. He was learning."Good morning," she said, her voice a low, purring sound that seemed to vibrate through the floor and into his bones. She walked into the room, the click of her heels a sharp, authoritative rhythm. "I see you're eager today.""Yes, Isabelle," he said, his head bowed. His voice was quiet, but it was steady. He was past the point of stammering.She walked around him, circling him like a sh
He stayed on his knees, the hard floor digging into his skin. His cock was a rigid, painful ache, a silent scream in a room of quiet control. Isabelle sat behind her desk, her pen making a soft, scratching sound on the paper. She was talking about data nodes and server architecture, her voice calm and level, as if he weren't naked and hard and broken on her floor."Get up," she said, not looking up from her notes. "Go to the whiteboard. Sketch out the primary data flow for the new inventory system. The one we just discussed."He pushed himself to his feet, his muscles protesting. His erection was blatant, impossible to hide, a flag of his own surrender. He walked to the whiteboard, his movements stiff, aware of her eyes on him the entire time. He picked up a marker, the plastic feeling cold and alien in his sweaty hand."Your pants," she said. "Put them back on. I can't have you dripping on my carpet."He fumbled with his sweatpants, pulling them up over his hard length, the fabric a
He was back at eight the next morning. The air in the office was different. It was their space now. He wore soft, grey sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, just as she had ordered. His heart hammered against his ribs, a fast, hard beat of fear and something else, something dark and excited he didn't want to name.Isabelle was already there. She sat behind her desk, but she wasn't working. She was just watching him, her eyes like dark, polished stones. She wore a simple black dress, cut to show off her long legs."Lock the door," she said.He did. The click was loud. Final."Take off your shirt," she commanded.He pulled the t-shirt over his head, his movements clumsy. He stood there, half-naked, his skin prickling under her cool gaze. He was in good shape, lean and wiry from years of skipping gym days to code, but under her eyes, he felt exposed, weak."Your pants," she said.He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down. He stepped out of them, kicking them
Your first project is me. Mark’s brain stuttered, trying to process the statement through the filter of his desperation. He looked at Isabelle, at the cool, calculating confidence in her eyes, and realized with a jolt that she wasn’t joking. She wasn’t being metaphorical. She was laying out the first, most critical term of their partnership.“I… I don’t understand,” he said, the words feeling thick and clumsy in his mouth.A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. She walked around the desk, her movements fluid and silent, and perched on the edge right in front of him. She was so close he could smell the faint, expensive scent of her perfume, something like bergamot and sandalwood. She crossed her legs, the hem of her tailored trousers riding up just enough to reveal the delicate, expensive strap of her high-heeled shoe.“Let me break it down for you in terms you’ll understand,” she said, her voice a low, intimate murmur that was more intimidating than a shout. “This position ha
Mark shifted in the uncomfortable leather chair, the fabric pulling tight across his shoulders. He was on his third interview of the week, and the well of optimistic answers had run dry, replaced by a hollow, echoing desperation. His savings were a disappearing shoreline, and the eviction notice taped to his apartment door wasn't a suggestion anymore. This was it. Axiom Corp was his last good lead, a sleek, monolithic tower of glass and steel that represented everything he’d lost: stability, respect, a future.The door to the executive office opened, and the woman who walked in wasn't just a person; she was an event. The sharp, decisive click of her heels on the polished concrete floor silenced the ambient noise of the open-plan office beyond the glass walls. She was tall, her frame wrapped in a tailored pantsuit the color of a storm cloud, a garment that was less clothing and more armor. Her dark hair was cut in a severe, elegant bob that framed a face with high cheekbones and pierci
The phone felt like a block of ice in Carmen’s trembling hand. Lucas stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders, a gesture of mock comfort that was nothing more than a threat. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low, hypnotic poison.“Dial it,” he commanded softly. “And make it sound good, Mom. Make it sound like you’re saving the day.”With a sob that caught in her throat, Carmen dialed the number she knew by heart. The phone rang once, twice. Alejandro’s cheerful, oblivious voice came through the speaker. “Carmen! To what do I owe the pleasure?”“Alejandro,” Carmen began, her voice a thin, reedy imitation of her own. “I… I’m at the house. With Sofia.”There was a pause. “Oh? Is everything alright? You sound upset.”Lucas’s fingers tightened on her shoulders, a silent, painful command. “That’s why I’m calling,” Carmen said, the words feeling like shards of glass in her mouth. “It’s Lucas. He’s… he’s not well, Alejandro. He’s saying terrible things, acting







