Forbidden Desires: Taboo Encounters.

The Button (part 2)

She bit her lip hard. He kept working her, sliding one finger inside, then two, curling them while his thumb stayed on her c**t. The wet sound of it was obscene in the quiet office. Sofia’s hands gripped the edge of the desk. She was already close — months of wanting him had left her body wound too tight.

Damian leaned in, mouth against her ear.

“Come for me. Right here on my desk. Show me how long you’ve been needing this.”

The command pushed her over. She came hard, thighs shaking, a broken moan muffled against his shoulder as her body clenched around his fingers. Damian worked her through it until she was twitching and oversensitive, then slowly pulled his hand free.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes never leaving hers.

“Stand up and turn around,” he said. “Hands on the desk.”

Sofia’s legs felt weak, but she obeyed. She turned, placed her palms flat on the polished wood, and felt him step up behind her. He unzipped her skirt and pushed it down over her hips along with her underwear. Cool air touched her bare skin. Then she heard the sound of his belt, the slide of his zipper.

The thick head of his c**k dragged through her folds, collecting the wetness there. Damian gripped her hip with one hand and pushed inside in one long, slow thrust.

Sofia’s mouth fell open on a silent cry. He was big — thicker than she had even imagined — and the stretch burned in the best way. He gave her only a few seconds to adjust before he started moving, deep and controlled, every stroke filling her completely.

“Christ, you feel good,” he growled. His hand slid up her back and into her hair again, pulling just enough to arch her spine. “My proper little secretary, taking her boss’s c**k in the middle of the workday. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to ruin you like this.”

He f****d her harder after that. The desk creaked under them. Sofia bit down on her own wrist to stay quiet while he drove into her again and again. One of his hands reached around and found her c**t, rubbing in time with his thrusts until she came a second time, clenching around him so tightly he cursed under his breath.

Damian followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt and coming deep inside her with a low, guttural sound.

For a long moment the only sound in the office was their breathing.

He stayed inside her, chest against her back, one hand still wrapped around her hip. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough but calm again.

“We’re not finished,” he said quietly. “Not even close. You’re going to fix your clothes, go back to your desk, and act like nothing happened. At six o’clock, when everyone else has left, you’re going to come back in here. Understand?”

Sofia nodded, still trying to catch her breath.

Damian slowly pulled out of her. She felt the warm slide of his c*m down her inner thigh. He turned her around, straightened her blouse as best he could, and looked at her with those dark, satisfied eyes.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now go.”

Sofia walked out of his office on unsteady legs, the taste of him still on her tongue and the ache of him still between her thighs.

She sat at her desk, heart racing, and tried to look normal.

Six o’clock suddenly felt very far away.

*********

Six o’clock came slowly.

Sofia sat at her desk and watched the office empty out one person at a time. People passed her with bags and jackets, some of them pausing.

“You coming, Sofia?”

“Not yet. I still have something to finish. I’ll head out later.”

A few more asked. She gave the same polite smile and the same answer. Eventually the floor went quiet. The only light left on was the one spilling from under Damian’s door.

She waited another three full minutes after the last person left. Then she stood, smoothed her skirt, and walked to his office.

He was already standing, putting a few files into his leather bag. He didn’t look surprised to see her. He just closed the bag, picked up his phone, and said quietly,

“Follow me.”

Sofia’s heart kicked hard. “Where?”

Damian’s eyes met hers. Calm. Certain. Exactly as dominant as she had always imagined.

“Just come.”

She followed.

They walked side by side down the quiet hallway to the private elevator that only senior staff used. The doors opened. They stepped inside. The moment the doors slid shut, Damian moved.

He pinned her against the mirrored wall with his body, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her waist. His mouth crashed onto hers—hungry, controlled, nothing like the careful man everyone else saw during the day. Sofia made a small sound and clutched at his suit jacket. His tongue slid against hers as the elevator began to drop.

Then the soft ding sounded.

Damian pulled back instantly, face smooth again, as if nothing had happened. The doors opened onto the underground parking level. He placed a light hand on the small of her back and guided her out like any other evening.

A black car was waiting. The driver stood by the rear door and opened it without a word. Damian let Sofia slide in first, then followed. The door closed. The car pulled away smoothly.

The privacy partition was already up.

The second the car turned out of the building, Damian’s hand was on her thigh. He pulled her closer across the back seat and kissed her again, deeper this time. His hand slid under her skirt, high enough to feel the heat of her. Sofia gasped against his mouth when his fingers stroked over the damp lace of her underwear.

“You’ve been wet since you walked back into my office this afternoon, haven’t you?” he murmured against her lips.

She nodded, unable to form words.

Damian kissed her harder, fingers slipping beneath the lace to stroke her directly. He didn’t rush. He just kept her on edge the entire drive, rubbing slow circles, occasionally sliding one finger inside her just deep enough to make her hips twitch, then pulling back.