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“Yes,” I moan out, wanting nothing more.
“Good girl.”I hear the unzipping of his pants and the tear of a foil packet.He positions himself above me, his breath on my cheek.“Yes, what?”
The weight of his body presses me into the leather beneath, and I feel his erection dig into my thigh.
“Yes, Sir.”
With his free hand, he teasingly traces a path from my collarbone, between my breasts, and further down my stomach.The trail he leaves behind tingles with longing.
“Look at me,” he orders, and I find myself lost in the depths of his eyes, a world of dark promises and intense desires.
Slowly, he enters me, stretching me completely.And just when I think he has no more to give, he inches in further.He lets out a guttural groan.“Fuck,” he bites out.“Fucking perfect.”
His hips move faster, rolling into me harder and faster.
I pull on my restraints.
Oh God, feels like heaven.
My body responds in kind, meeting him, matching his rhythm, our connection deepening with every shared breath.
Kingsley’s voice is a deep growl in my ear, words of praise and possession mingling together.“You’re mine,” he growls out fiercely.
I’m so close, and although sensing my orgasm is near, the grip on my bound wrists tightens while he moves with more urgency, fucking me harder and deeper.My pussy clenches him, and waves of pleasure begin to crest.He captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans and gasps until I am panting for breath.
“Kingsley,” I scream out as an earth-shattering orgasm crashes over me.
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Kingsley
The sensation is overwhelming—her warmth, the rhythm of our movements, the intensity of the moment.And then, unmistakably, I hear it, my name escaping her lips in only a way she can say it.The realization crashes over me like a tidal wave.I’m dick-deep in Victoria Slater, my boss.
I’m trapped in a state of disbelief and carnal desire.The knowledge that she’s beneath me, my boss, the woman I’ve sworn to protect, the woman who has made me burn with intense frustration, should make me pull away.But I’m too far gone.The tightening of muscles, the rush of blood—it’s a train that can’t be stopped.
My shock deepens, but my body has its own agenda.Despite the turmoil in my mind, I climax with a guttural grunt, the force of it almost painful in its intensity.
As the tremors fade, the room grows silent, save for our ragged breaths.The weight of our actions, the breach of trust, and the lines crossed all sink in.My heart thunders loudly in my chest, each beat echoing the question,What the fuck have I done?
I carefully extract myself and quickly loosen her binds.Then I turn my back, trying to gather my thoughts.My responsibilities, my professionalism all have been shattered in a moment of weakness.
“Why?”I finally ask, my voice hoarse while I zip up.“Why didn’t you tell me?”
There’s a pause, then I hear her soft reply.“I didn’t think… but as things progressed… I lost control.”
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart.“In my world, Victoria, trust is paramount, and control is everything.You knew who I was, and I was left in the dark.”
She rises from the leather bench, pulling her dress back into place.The red marks still adorn her skin, and for a moment, memories surge—of my lips savoring the softness of her skin just moments ago.I try to push the thoughts aside, but they linger.
“Kingsley, I—”
“Don’t,” I interrupt sharply, the weight of betrayal heavy in my voice.
I put more distance between us.I need time to think, to process.Everything has changed.When all I want to do is shower her in aftercare, I’m left here confused and annoyed.
“You should’ve said something, given me the choice.I was blind, not recognizing you, but you?You were fully aware.”
“I’m sorry.”There’s sincerity in her tone, her voice barely above a whisper.
