Midnight Heat

His Rules🥵

Maya’s POV

I sat at my small desk outside Mr Havisham’s office. My legs still felt weak from what he did to me earlier. His c*m was still a little wet between my thighs even after I cleaned. I tried to focus on the computer but my mind kept going back to the blackmail message. The warehouse. Ten o’clock. Alone.

The door to his office opened. “Maya. Come inside,” he said in his deep voice.

I stood up fast and walked in. He closed the door behind me and locked it. My heart started beating very fast again.

“You will follow my new rules from today,” Mr Havisham said. His eyes looked serious and hungry at the same time.

I stood there with my hands shaking a little by my sides. What rules? I thought. After the party, the pictures, and the scary message, I did not know if I could handle more but his voice still made my body feel warm even when I was afraid.

He walked around his big desk. “First rule, you wear no panties in this building anymore. Second rule, you come to my office the moment I send one message. No questions. Third rule, your body stays ready for me whenever I want it. Do you understand, Maya?”

“Yes sir,” I whispered. Inside my head I thought, This is crazy. The blackmail person sees everything. What if they are watching us right now? But a small part of me felt excited too. Liam’s face from the party flashed in my mind. I pushed it away quick.

Mr Havisham smiled a little and touched my cheek. “Good girl. Now lift your skirt and show me you already obey the first rule.”

I pulled my black skirt up slowly. Cool air touched me down there. I had nothing underneath because he took my panties earlier. My face burned hot.

“Perfect,” he said softly. “You learn fast.” He pushed me gently against the desk and kissed my neck. The small red marks from before still showed on my warm brown skin. I closed my eyes and remembered how good his fingers felt inside me this morning. Stop thinking about that Maya. You have big problems outside this room.

He stepped back and opened his drawer. “Here is your new notebook,” he said and gave me a small black book. “Write every rule I give you and write how you feel after I touch you. Bring it to me every evening.”

I took the notebook with nervous hands. “Why do you want this sir?” I asked quietly.

“Because I own this sweet p***y now,” he answered. His hand slid under my skirt and touched me softly between my legs. “And I want to know every thought in your head. No secrets from me.”

I bit my lip to stop a moan. His fingers moved in slow circles on my sensitive spot. Pleasure started building fast even though fear sat heavy in my stomach. The blackmail picture from this morning kept popping into my mind. Someone saw us right here. What if they send it to everyone?

“You are wet again,” Mr Havisham said with a low laugh. “Does following rules turn you on, Maya?” He pushed one finger inside me and then two. My legs felt weak. I held onto his arm so I would not fall.

“Yes sir, it does,” I breathed. Inside I thought, I am lying. The danger makes me feel alive but I am so scared too. Liam told me to be careful. I should tell someone but who?

He pulled his fingers out and made me turn around. “Bend over like before,” he ordered. I leaned on the cool desk. Papers scattered a little under my arms. He lifted my skirt high and I heard his zipper open again. His hard c**k pressed against me from behind.

“This time I will go slow so you remember who is in charge,” he said. He pushed inside me with one long move. I gasped and gripped the wood tight. It felt so full and deep. Our bodies made soft wet sounds in the quiet office. He held my hips and moved in and out carefully.

“You belong here with me,” he whispered near my ear. “Not dancing with neighbors. Not thinking about other men.” His hand reached around and rubbed me while he thrust. Pleasure grew bigger and bigger inside my belly. I tried to stay quiet but small moans kept escaping my mouth.

“I will be good sir,” I said between breaths. My mind raced with thoughts. The warehouse tonight at ten. I have to go alone. What if it is him testing me? Or someone from the office who hates me? The questions made my heart pound harder.

Mr Havisham went a little faster. The desk moved under us. “Come for me now,” he commanded in that firm voice I could not ignore. My body listened right away. The strong feeling washed over me like warm waves. I shook and pressed my face into my arm to muffle my cry. He kept going through it, then pushed deep and filled me with his hot c*m again.

He stayed inside me for a minute breathing heavy. “Clean up and write in your notebook,” he said finally. “Rule four. You text me when you get home safe every night. No excuses.”

I stood up on shaky legs and used tissue to clean between my thighs. Some of his c*m still ran down my skin. I felt dirty but also strangely excited for a second. Then the fear came back strong. I sat at my small desk and opened the black notebook. My hand wrote the rules carefully.

New rules from Mr Havisham. No panties at work. Come when called. Body always ready. Write everything in this book. Text him at night. I feel scared and excited and confused. Someone watches me. I do not know what to do.

The afternoon went by slowly. I answered calls and fixed files but my head stayed full of worry. Every time my phone buzzed I jumped. No new messages came though. Maybe the person waited for tonight.

When evening came I left the office. The sky was getting dark. My legs felt tired from the day and from everything he did to me. I changed into dark clothes at home and looked at the clock, nine thirty. My hands shook while I put on my shoes.

I walked out into the night toward the old warehouse behind the apartments. Broken glass crunched under my feet, my phone light helped me see. The place looked scary with broken windows and deep shadows.

Suddenly a voice came from the dark corner.

“You actually came, Maya.”

I froze. A person stepped forward wearing a black hood. I could not see their face well.

“Who are you?” I asked with a scared voice. “Why are you doing this to me?”

The person laughed softly. “Because I can. And because I want more than pictures now.” They held up their phone and showed a new video. It was me and Mr Havisham from this afternoon in the office, clear and loud.

My blood turned cold. “Please stop,” I begged.

They stepped closer. “Here is the new deal. You will do exactly what I say starting tomorrow. Or everyone sees everything. Including your neighbor Liam.”

Before I could run, they grabbed my arm tight. “Turn around and look at the wall,” they ordered.

I turned slowly. Then I heard another sound behind me. More footsteps, my stomach dropped.

“Oh no,” I whispered. “There are two of them.”