Chapter 2: The Desk Debt

“Open wide for me,” Xavier commanded. He fisted his hand in my hair, pulling my head back until I had to look at him.

Before I could even breathe, a high laugh cut through the office air. Clarisse. His fiancée was right outside the frosted glass door.

“Xavier? Darling, the receptionist said you were still in here,” she called out.

Xavier didn’t flinch. His eyes turned dark, full of a twisted, predatory hunger. He didn’t hide. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he grabbed my arms and hauled me up from my knees. His grip was absolute steel, bruising my skin.

“Xavier, she’s right there,” I whispered, my heart slamming against my ribs. “Let me go!”

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled. He didn’t care about the risk. He dragged me toward his massive black glass desk.

“No, please—” I stumbled, my skirt bunching up around my waist.

He ignored my pleas. He grabbed my hips and shoved me face-down onto the desk. The glass was freezing, biting into my bare thighs. It was a sharp, icy contrast to the heat of his body pressing against my back.

“Xavier? Are you busy?” Clarisse asked. Her heels clicked against the hardwood in the hallway.

“Don’t make a sound,” Xavier hissed into my ear.

He didn’t take his pants off. I heard the sharp rasp of his zipper as he yanked it down. He popped the button and freed his thick, throbbing dick. I felt the hot, blunt head of it press against the thin lace of my panties.

“Xavier, you can’t—” I thrashed, my hands sliding on the cold glass.

He didn’t wait. With one hand, he yanked the lace of my panties to the side. He grabbed my hip, aligned his length, and rammed into me in one dry, stretching thrust.

I tried to scream, but he slammed his heavy palm over my mouth. He muffled the sound into a pathetic whimper. The stretch was brutal. He was too thick, and he was shoving into me with a force that ignored how tight I was.

“Keep your mouth shut or I’ll let her walk in and watch me fuck you,” he whispered.

He pulled back and shoved deep again. I sobbed against his palm, tears hitting the glass. I hated him for this. But my body was a traitor. 

I was already leaking. A hot, frantic slickness began to coat his dick, my walls gripping him with a hunger I couldn’t stop.

“Look at you,” he grunted. The wet slap of his skin hitting my thighs echoed in the silent office. You’re so fucking slick for me. You’re taking every inch of my dick.”

“Mmmph!” I bit my own hand as he moved his palm. I tried to fight the way my back arched for him.

“Xavier? Why is the door locked?” Clarisse asked. The handle jiggled.

Xavier’s hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt. “Give me five minutes, Clarisse. I’m finishing some business.”

His voice was calm. It was scary how normal he sounded while he was pounding into me. He pulled me back by my hair and slammed me forward again. The thud of our bodies shook the desk.

“Finishing what? I’m bored. Open up,” Clarisse whined. “I said give me five minutes,” he snapped.

He fisted his hand in my hair, pulling my head back to show my neck. “Tell her you’re busy, Maeve. Tell her while I’m balls-deep in you.”

I gasped, my chest heaving against the cold glass. “I... I can’t.”

“Do it,” he commanded, thrusting so hard my vision blurred. “Or I unlock the door right now.”

“Clarisse,” I choked out, my voice shaking. “He’s... we are reviewing files. Please wait.”

Xavier let out a dark growl. “Good girl. Now take it all. Take every fucking inch.”

He stopped being careful. He rammed into me with raw, heavy force. The friction was intense, a searing heat between my legs. 

The cold glass bit into my breasts while his body burned my back. My pussy gripped him, milking him as he pounded me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he cursed. His fingers left bruises on my hips. “You want her to hear you, don’t you? You want her to know I’m claiming you.”

“No,” I sobbed. “Please, stop.”

“Liar,” he said, grinding his bone against my ass. “You love getting fucked like a slut while she’s standing there. You’re dripping for me. I can feel it.”

The friction was destroying me. I was begging for it now, pushing back to take him deeper. 

The sting turned into a raw pleasure that wrecked my brain. My fingers clawed at the edge of the glass desk as he hammered into me.

“Take it,” he ground out, sweat dripping onto my spine. “Tell me you belong to me.”

“I belong to you,” I cried out.

“Xavier! Who is that in there?” Clarisse’s voice got sharp. She pounded on the glass. “Open this door!”

Xavier didn’t stop. He bit my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. “Let her scream. You’re mine, Maeve. I bought this body. I own this pussy.”

He drove his dick into me, hitting me so deep I saw stars. I let out a sharp cry, my hands clawing at the desk. Each thrust was a wet, slapping sound that filled the room. I was wrecked, shaking under his weight.

“Xavier! Open this door right now!”

I could feel him pulsing inside me, getting ready to finish. He didn't slow down. He gripped my hair tighter and slammed his hips against mine with a violent, final rhythm. 

I was cumming, my walls clamping around his dick as I shook.

"Watch the door," he hissed, his breath hot against my skin. "Watch her try to get in while I'm still inside you."

The handle turned fully this time. The lock groaned as she threw her weight against it.

The door handle jiggles violently. Clarisse is trying to get in. Xavier doesn't pull out; he thrusts even deeper, his eyes fixed on her shadow on the glass.