Chapter 4

I locked the office door myself.

The second click of the bolt felt louder than the first. Elias stayed seated behind the desk, chest rising and falling too fast, eyes fixed on me with a mixture of hunger and pure panic. He looked like a man standing on the edge of a height he had never meant to climb. I walked around to his side of the desk slowly, letting him watch every step. When I reached him I placed both hands on the arms of his chair and pushed it back from the desk with a soft scrape of wood on wood.

Then I sank to my knees between his spread legs.

The carpet was thin. I could feel the hard floor beneath it. My hands were steady when I reached for his belt. The leather slipped free. The button opened. The zipper lowered with a sound that seemed to fill the entire office. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his trousers and boxers together and pulled them down just far enough. His cock sprang free—thick, flushed dark, the head already shiny with the wetness he had been leaking while I talked. It looked almost angry with how hard it was.

He made a low, startled sound when the cool air of the office touched him.

“You’ve never done this,” I said. It was not a question. I wrapped my fingers around the base of him and stroked once, slow, from root to tip, spreading the moisture with my thumb. His hips jerked helplessly. A broken breath left him. “It’s okay. I’ll show you. You don’t have to do anything yet except feel it.”

I leaned in and took him into my mouth.

The first taste of him—clean skin, salt, heat—made my cunt clench so hard I almost moaned around him. He was hotter than I expected, thicker than my hand had prepared me for. I worked him with my tongue first, licking slow circles under the head, then taking him deeper in careful increments. Spit gathered quickly; I let it run down the shaft so everything stayed slick and easy. His hands hovered near my head, fingers trembling, as if he wanted to touch me but had never been taught how. When I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard on the upstroke, a raw groan tore out of his throat.

I pulled off with a soft wet sound and looked up. His face was flushed dark, lips parted, eyes almost wild behind the glasses that had slipped halfway down his nose. A thin string of saliva still connected my lower lip to the head of his cock.

“Stand up,” I told him.

He stood on legs that did not look entirely steady. I turned my back to him, bent over the cleared edge of the desk, and dragged my dress up to my waist in one motion. I had worn nothing underneath. The cool office air hit my soaked cunt and the tight, untouched ring of my ass at the same time. I reached back with both hands, hooked my fingers into my own cheeks, and spread myself open for him—completely, shamelessly, so he could see everything.

“Look at me,” I said. “Both places.”

His breathing turned ragged behind me. I felt the heat of his stare like a physical touch.

I guided one of his hands between my legs first, pressing his fingers into the wetness that had been gathering since I walked into the office. He made a small, shocked sound at how slick I was. Then I moved that same hand higher, higher, until his fingertips rested against the tight pucker of my asshole. He froze completely.

“That’s where you’re going first,” I told him, voice calm and certain. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. Taking your virgin cock in my ass. Feeling you open me up when you’ve never been inside anyone before. Making you come there—deep and helpless—before you ever feel what my cunt is like.”

The sound he made was close to pain.

I reached into the small bag I had left on the floor earlier and pulled out the bottle of oil I had bought two days ago for exactly this moment. I poured a thin stream over his fingers first, then over my own hole. The liquid was cool, then warmed quickly against my skin. I took his hand again and showed him how—pressing two slick fingers against myself, working them in slowly, twisting, scissoring, teaching him the exact pressure and patience required to open a tight ring without rushing. The stretch burned in the best way. I breathed through it, pushing back onto his fingers until they slid deeper.

When I was ready I looked back at him over my shoulder. His face was wrecked—eyes wide, mouth open, the expression of a man who could no longer pretend he was going to stop.

“Put it in,” I said. “Slow. I’ll tell you when to give me more.”

He stepped closer. I felt the blunt, slick head of his cock press against my asshole. The pressure alone sent a full-body shiver up my spine. I pushed back the smallest amount and the head popped inside. The stretch was intense—burning, perfect, exactly as filthy as I had imagined. Elias gasped like the air had been knocked out of him.

“More,” I whispered. “Give me more. Don’t stop.”

He sank in inch by inch, shaking the entire time. I could feel every ridge, every pulse, every terrified tremor in his thighs as he fed his virgin cock into my ass. The fullness built slowly, deeply, until his hips finally met my cheeks and he was buried to the root. I clenched around him deliberately, just once, and the broken noise that left his mouth was the most honest sound I had ever heard him make.

“Now fuck me,” I said. “Nice and deep. I want to feel every first thrust. I want to feel you learn what it means to be inside someone.”

He started moving.

The first strokes were awkward, uncertain, the thrusts of a man who had only ever imagined this. Then my moans guided him. When I pushed back to meet him he went harder. When I told him deeper he gave me deeper. The desk creaked under us in a steady rhythm. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, as if he needed the anchor to keep from falling apart. Every stroke dragged against the sensitive walls of my ass, filling me in a way that made my empty cunt drip steadily down my thighs. The wet sounds of oil and flesh mixed with his ragged breathing and the low, helpless noises he could no longer hold back.

I reached back, grabbed one of his wrists, and pulled his hand around to the front of me.

“Rub my clit while you use my ass,” I ordered. “Make me come on this thick virgin cock. I want to feel you lose it when I tighten around you.”

He obeyed instantly. His fingers found the swollen bud and rubbed in tight, wet circles while his cock kept driving into my hole. The dual sensation was overwhelming—deep, dirty stretch in my ass and bright, sharp pleasure on my clit. It built fast. My thighs started to shake. I came hard, forehead dropping to the desk, a loud, broken moan tearing out of me that would have carried down the hallway if anyone had still been in the building. My ass clenched around him in strong, rhythmic pulses.

The squeeze was too much for him.

Elias buried himself to the hilt with a raw, helpless groan and came. I felt every hot pulse as he flooded my ass with the first load of his life—thick, endless, twitching deep inside me while his fingers stuttered on my clit and his whole body shook against my back. He kept coming longer than I expected, as if weeks or years of restraint were emptying out of him in one long, uncontrolled rush.

I felt every second of it.

When he finally stilled, still buried deep, still twitching with aftershocks, I looked back at him over my shoulder. His face was flushed, eyes glassy, mouth open. He looked destroyed in the best possible way.

I clenched around him one more time just to watch him flinch.

“We’re not done,” I said softly, almost kindly. “You still have to fuck my cunt before the night is over. And this time you’re going to last longer than one round. Understand?”

He nodded, wordless, still breathing like he had run miles.

I smiled, slow and satisfied, feeling his cum already beginning to leak out around the base of his cock where we were joined.

“Good,” I whispered. “Because I intend to teach you everything.”