Twisted Devotion:The Billionaire's Regret

“Get me Ms. Brown.” Matt’s deep voice resonated through the intercom, firm and commanding. The familiar tone of his secretary responded promptly, “Right away, Sir.” Within minutes, Natalie stood at the entrance to his office, knocked softly before stepping inside, the door clicking softly behind her as she entered. Her heart fluttered with a mix of professional composure and personal anticipation. She hesitated for a brief moment, taking in the sight of him—broad shoulders, perfectly tailored suit, the way his fingers danced over the keyboard. He was every bit the powerful, commanding man she had fallen for, and yet, beneath that exterior, she knew there was a tenderness that only she was privileged to see. “You called for me, Mr. Reynolds?” she asked, her voice steady, but a small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Matt’s presence always had a way of drawing out the woman in her, despite the professional walls they maintained in public. Matt looked up from his laptop, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “Natalie Brown,” he said, his voice dropping to a tone that was both seductive and possessive, “You wouldn’t just want to stand there, would you?” The challenge in his words was unmistakable. Natalie arched an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Well, that depends on who I’m answering to—Mr. Reynolds or my Matt.” His only response was a slow, predatory smile, one that sent a delicious shiver down her spine. He pushed away from his desk, the chair swiveling slightly as he stood up, his movements fluid and confident. His gaze never left hers as he closed the distance between them, his presence magnetic, pulling her in. The air between them crackled with unspoken desire. Natalie’s breath caught in her throat as Matt reached out, his fingers grazing her cheek before trailing down to her collarbone. His touch was light, almost teasing, but it sent waves of heat coursing through her body. She could feel the tension in his fingers, the barely restrained need that mirrored her own. “You know I’ve been expecting to see you in my office, babe,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against her lips. “You know literally all the ladies in the company have their eyes on you,” she teased, her voice soft yet laced with a hint of jealousy. “I don’t want them to create rumors out of me.” “That’s for me to worry about, babe,” Matt replied, his voice a husky whisper as he cupped her face in his hands. Without another word, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss that was both soft and possessive. His lips moved against hers with a practiced ease, drawing a soft moan from her as she melted into him. The kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a slow, sensual dance that made her knees weak. She felt herself being pulled into his orbit, the rest of the world fading away as she focused on the man who held her so completely. As Matt’s hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves he knew so well, Natalie’s own hands found their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt. She could feel his heart pounding, matching the frantic rhythm of her own. The heat between them was undeniable, a fire that had been smoldering for too long. “What if someone walks in?” she whispered against his lips, her concern momentarily cutting through the haze of desire. Matt smiled, that confident, almost cocky smile that she both loved and hated. “Let me worry about that,” he said, his voice low and assured. “No one will disturb us.” His office was soundproof, so he had nothing to be worried about. Reassured by his words, Natalie let herself be swept away by the moment. With a playful smile, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back into the kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. Matt responded with a fervor that left her breathless, his hands sliding down her back, finding the hem of her shirt, and pulling it out from where it was neatly tucked into her skirt. His hands were warm against her skin, sending jolts of electricity through her as they moved upwards, underneath her shirt, heading in the direction of her breasts. “Easy,” Natalie moaned softly, her head tilting back as he brushed her n*****s, her breath hitching at the sensation. “You enjoying this?” he asked, his voice a low growl as he applied gentle pressure, his thumbs brushing over her hardened n*****s through the fabric of her bra. “I am,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “My boobs have been so tender lately, so even the slightest touch on my n*****s goes straight to my head.” Matt’s eyes darkened with desire at her admission. “Good,” he murmured before lifting her off the ground with ease, placing her on the edge of his desk. She gasped as he unbuttoned her shirt with swift, practiced movements, exposing the lacy demi bra that barely contained her swollen breasts. His hands made quick work of the clasp, and before she could say another word, he pulled her bra away, his mouth latching onto her sensitive n****e. “Matt!” Natalie gasped, her fingers threading through his hair as his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure straight to her core. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape, but Matt’s mouth on her was relentless, sucking and nibbling in a way that drove her wild. “f**k,” she moaned softly, her body arching towards him, desperate for more. Her hands tightened in his hair, guiding him, urging him on as he lavished attention on her breasts. Matt knew exactly what he was doing, his confidence evident in the way he worshiped her body. He loved how responsive she was, how every touch and every kiss elicited a reaction from her that only spurred him on. He let his hand trail down her side, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt, finding the edge of her panties. Natalie’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed over her c**t, the thin fabric of her panties doing little to dull the sensation. “Mmm,” Natalie moaned softly. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “Don’t worry, babe,” Matt replied, his voice thick with desire as he continued to rub her c**t, the motion slow and deliberate. “I want to hear all of it.” He knew his office was soundproof, and the thought of her moaning out loud, knowing no one could hear, drove him wild. Her moans grew louder as he increased the pressure, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm with the way his mouth continued to worship her breasts. The combination of sensations was too much, and Natalie could feel herself nearing the edge, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. “Let go,” Matt urged, his voice a low growl against her skin. “I want to feel you come.” Unable to hold back any longer, Natalie let herself go, her body shuddering as the o****m ripped through her, her moans filling the room. Matt’s name fell from her lips in a breathless chant, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Matt watched her, his own arousal barely restrained, as he removed his lips from her breasts. “I love how your body reacts to my touch,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her stomach, stopping just above the waistband of her skirt. “We could do this all day long.” “Ah… yes!” Natalie gasped, her mind foggy with pleasure as Matt’s mouth hovered over her c**t, his breath warm against her sensitive skin. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, before finally moving to her earlobe, nipping gently before whispering, “You’re mine, Natalie.” His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she moaned softly, her body aching for him. Matt didn’t need any more encouragement. He slid his hand down to her thighs, parting them as he moved his fingers under her panties, the wetness there was evidence of her need. “Mmmmmm,” Natalie moaned as he slowly slid one finger into her, her body clenching around him. “Yes…” “Yes, what?” Matt teased, knowingly increasing the pace, his thumb brushing over her c**t in a way that made her toes curl. “I want you to say it,” he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with desire. “Put your d**k in me,” Natalie pleaded, her voice breathless as she bucked her hips against his hand, desperate for more. Matt smirked, pulling his hand away just long enough to make her stand on her feet. He spun her around, pressing her back against his chest as he lifted her skirt completely, bunching it around her waist. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down with one swift motion. The cool air against her exposed skin sent a shiver up her spine, heightening her arousal. Natalie’s breath hitched as Matt's hand found its way back between her legs, his fingers teasing her wet folds while his other hand gripped her hip firmly, holding her in place. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her from behind, the anticipation driving her wild. “Do you feel that?” Matt whispered against her ear, his voice a low growl. “That’s what you do to me, Natalie. Every time I see you, I just want to take you like this.” “Yes, Matt,” she breathed, her body aching for him. “Put it in.” Her plea was all he needed. With one hand still playing with her c**t, he unbuckled his belt with the other, unzipped his pants, releasing his hard c**k, and positioned himself at her entrance. He paused, his breath hot against her neck as he teased her, sliding just the tip inside. The sensation made Natalie whimper, her body trembling with need. “Put it all in,” she whispered again, her voice thick with desperation. With a low growl, Matt pushed forward, filling her completely in one smooth thrust. “Ahh…Mmmm,” she moaned, her voice shifting from high to low as she clutched the edge of his desk for support. The sensation of him stretching her was overwhelming in the best possible way. “f**k,” Matt groaned, his voice rough with arousal as he began to move, his hips thrusting against her in a steady rhythm. “You feel so good, babe.” Natalie moaned in response, her body rocking with each thrust as he filled her over and over again. The sound of their bodies colliding mixed with their ragged breathing and her soft whimper of pleasure. Matt’s hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back to meet his thrusts, driving himself deeper inside her with each movement. He was relentless, his pace quickening as he lost himself in the sensation of being buried deep within her. “Matt… I’m close,” Natalie gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. “Come for me, babe,” Matt urged, his voice thick with need as he reached around to rub her c**t with his fingers, adding to the overwhelming sensation. The combination of his c**k filling her and his fingers on her c**t pushed Natalie over the edge. Her body tensed, and with a sharp groan, she came hard, her walls clenching around him as the o****m tore through her. Matt groaned as he felt her tighten around him, his own release following shortly after. He thrust deep inside her one last time, his hands gripping her hips as he emptied all his seed in her, his body trembling with the intensity of his o****m. For a few moments, they stood there, panting, their bodies still connected as they both came down from the high. Matt’s hands loosened their grip on her hips, sliding up to wrap around her waist, pulling her close against him. “You’re incredible,” he murmured against her ear, his voice soft now, the rough edge gone. Natalie smiled, her heart still racing as she leaned back into him, savoring the feel of his arms around her. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, her voice breathless but full of warmth. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before slipping into the bathroom adjacent to his office. She cleaned up, adjusted her clothes and hair, then came out of the bathroom in no time. When she stepped out, Matt was waiting for her, down on one knee with a small velvet box in his hand. Her heart skipped a beat at the realization of what that could be. “Natalie,” Matt began, his voice filled with emotion. “You are everything to me and I can’t imagine a life without you in it.” He opened the velvet box. Tears welled up in her eyes at the sight of the gorgeous ring, a beautiful symbol of their shared love. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now, babe. I’ve just been waiting for the right time. I guess it is now. Will you marry me?” “Yes,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “Yes, Matt, I will.” Matt slipped the ring onto her finger, sealing their commitment with a tender kiss. The moment was perfect, a dream come true. But just as they were about to share another kiss, the sound of a phone ringing cut through the air. “Brrrrrrrrring,” the jarring sound of Natalie’s phone jolted her awake, the vibration harsh and unrelenting against the nightstand. Natalie blinked, disoriented, as the vivid dream dissolved into the dim reality of her bedroom—but it wasn’t just a dream. It was a memory resurfacing, one that hunts her on her weakest days. She lay there for a moment, the warmth of Matt’s embrace fading like a wisp of smoke. With a groan, she lifted her body off the bed. Her hands tucked into her hair, driving it back from her face as she reached for her phone. “Bonnie?” Natalie answered, her voice thick with sleep, the dampness of her skin and her wet panties a stark reminder of the intensity of her dream.