YEARN FOR YOU

All night claim

It was already late—past midnight—and her legs were still shaking so hard she could barely stand. Fine, continuous tremors ran up her thighs every time she tried to put weight on them. Her p***y was swollen and sensitive, still leaking the last of him. She leaned against the wall outside the office bathroom, trying to catch her breath, thinking she might actually get to go home and collapse.

Freddy had other plans.

He stepped out of his office, already in his coat, eyes dark and fixed on her like she was prey that had already been claimed once and was about to be claimed again.

“You’re coming home with me.”

Lizzy’s voice came out weak. “Freddy… my legs. I can barely walk.”

He didn’t even blink. He simply walked up, slid an arm around her waist, and took most of her weight like it was nothing.

“I know they’re shaking. That’s why you’re not going to your place. You’re coming with me.”

There was no room for arguement in his tone. Possessive. Absolute. He guided her down to the car, practically carrying her the last few steps when her knees nearly gave out. The drive to his place was quiet except for the low sound of her uneven breathing and the way his hand stayed locked on her thigh the entire time, fingers occasionally squeezing like he was reminding himself she was still there.

When they reached his house he didn’t let her walk. He scooped her up the second the door closed behind them, carried her straight into the kitchen, and set her carefully on one of the high stools. Her legs dangled, still trembling.

Then he did the last thing she expected.

He cooked.

Steak seared in butter and garlic. Roasted vegetables. A simple salad. He moved around the kitchen with the same focused intensity he used in the boardroom—and in bed. Lizzy watched him in a daze, still half-convinced the boss was just being strangely nice after using her so hard earlier.

She had no idea.

He fed her. Literally. Cut the meat into small pieces and held the fork to her lips because her hands were still a little unsteady. Every time she swallowed, his eyes dropped to her throat. By the time the plates were cleared the air between them had turned thick.

Freddy stood, walked around the island, and stopped in front of her.

“Bedroom.”

He didn’t wait for her to try walking. He lifted her again, carried her down the hall, and dropped her onto the center of his bed. Clothes came off in a blur—hers first, then his. The second she was naked he pushed her flat on her back, grabbed her ankles, and forced her legs wide open until her hips strained.

“Keep them there.”

Soft black rope appeared from the nightstand. He tied her wrists tight to the headboard, then her ankles to the lower posts so she was completely spread, p***y fully exposed and still shiny from earlier. The position made her shaking legs even more obvious—tremors running through her thighs while she lay open and helpless for him.

Freddy didn’t tease.

He dropped between her legs, shoved his face into her cunt, and started eating her like a man who’d been starving for hours. Tongue deep, messy, relentless. He licked straight through her folds, f****d her with it, then sealed his mouth over her c**t and sucked hard while two thick fingers pushed inside and curled. Lizzy’s back arched hard against the ropes. A broken moan tore out of her throat.

He didn’t stop when she came the first time. He just growled into her p***y and kept going—licking her through the orgasm, then driving her straight into another until her thighs were shaking so violently the whole bed frame rattled.

Only then did he rise up, c**k heavy and dripping, and shove into her in one long, brutal thrust.

“f**k—Freddy—”

He bottomed out and stayed there a second, grinding deep, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her already-sensitive walls. Then he started f*****g her like he meant to break her.

Hard. Deep. Unforgiving.

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. He braced one hand beside her head and used the other to keep her hips tilted exactly where he wanted them so every stroke dragged over the spot that made her vision white out. Lizzy’s moans turned loud and continuous—half sobs, half desperate cries. He answered by f*****g her harder.

He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach as far as the ropes allowed, yanked her hips up, and slammed back in from behind. The new angle made her scream. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching around to rub tight, ruthless circles on her c**t while he pounded into her. Another orgasm ripped through her so hard her arms strained against the restraints and her voice cracked.

Still not done.

He untied her ankles just long enough to fold her legs back toward her chest, nearly bending her in half, then tied them again so she stayed wide open. He drove back into her, deeper than before, balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her t**s. He leaned down, bit one n****e hard, then soothed it with his tongue while his c**k never stopped moving.

“Take it,” he growled against her skin. “All of it. You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve f****d every last thought of anyone else out of you.”

Lizzy came again, clenching around him so tightly he cursed. He f****d her through that one too, pace never faltering, until she was a shaking, dripping mess beneath him. Only then did he pull out, straddle her chest, and feed his c**k between her lips.

“Open. Tongue out.”

She obeyed. He f****d her mouth with the same intensity—deep, controlled strokes that made her throat bulge. Saliva ran down her chin. Tears pricked her eyes. He held the back of her head and used her mouth until his thighs started to shake.

When he finally came it was with a low, guttural groan. Thick ropes of c*m hit her tongue and the back of her throat. Lizzy swallowed what she could, then licked the rest clean off the head of his c**k like she was starving for it, eyes locked on his the whole time.

He wasn’t finished.

He untied her completely, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and slid back into her still-sensitive p***y from behind. Slower this time, but deeper, grinding against her cervix on every stroke. One hand fisted in her hair, the other spanning her hip, holding her exactly where he wanted her while he took his time. Lizzy’s moans turned low and continuous, almost continuous whimpers of overstimulation and need.

He made her come two more times like that—once with his fingers on her c**t, once with nothing but the relentless pressure of his c**k hitting that perfect spot over and over. When he finally buried himself to the hilt and came again, filling her until it leaked out around his c**k, Lizzy collapsed forward onto the sheets, completely wrecked.

Her legs were still shaking.

Freddy stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, one heavy hand stroking down her spine like he was petting something that finally belonged to him.

“You’re not going home tonight,” he said, voice rough. “Or tomorrow. You’re staying right here until I’m done with you.”

Lizzy could only nod, still pulsing around him, tasting him on her tongue, body marked and used and thoroughly claimed.

And the night was only getting started.