The late afternoon sun cast soft shadows across the quiet office, the warm light filtering through the blinds and creating a soft, intimate glow. She stood by his desk, her heart racing with excitement, knowing exactly how he would react when he saw her. The dress she wore was a deliberate choice—silky and form-fitting, hugging every curve. The neckline dipped low, revealing just enough of her cleavage to make his breath catch, while the hem skimmed the tops of her thighs, teasing with every subtle movement.
When he finally walked in, his tie loosened after a long day, he froze in the doorway, his eyes widening at the sight before him. She watched as his gaze traveled slowly over her, from the high heels that added just the right amount of height, up the length of her legs, to where the dress clung to her hips and waist, accentuating her curves. His eyes darkened with desire as they settled on the plunging neckline, and she felt a thrill of satisfaction.
"Take a seat," she said, her voice low and playful, as she gestured to the leather office chair behind him. His curiosity was clear, but so was the anticipation in his eyes as he moved to sit down, never once taking his gaze off her.
"You're up to something," he murmured, his voice deep, laced with intrigue and a hint of amusement.
"Maybe," she replied with a teasing smile, taking her time as she walked behind him, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She let her fingers brush lightly over his shoulders, her touch sending a shiver through him. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his body reacted to her nearness.
"What are you planning?" he asked, though there was a note of challenge in his tone, as if daring her to continue.
"You'll see," she whispered in his ear, her lips just barely grazing the edge of his jaw before she moved away. She let her fingers trail down his arms before pulling out a length of smooth, silk rope from her bag. His eyes flicked to the rope, then back to her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Without another word, she began to wind the rope around his wrists, securing them firmly to the arms of the chair. His chuckle was low, almost a growl, filled with both amusement and desire.
"Testing my patience, are we?" he teased, though his voice had taken on a rough edge, revealing just how much he wanted her.
She moved back in front of him, positioning herself between his legs. Slowly, she leaned in, letting her cleavage brush against his chest, just enough to make him strain against the restraints. His eyes followed her every move, dark and hungry, his frustration palpable as he realized he couldn't touch her.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper as she ran her hands down her sides, drawing attention to the curves of her body. Her fingers traced the hem of her dress, lifting it just slightly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of the tops of her stockings.
"God, yes," he groaned, his voice thick with need, his body tensing as he tried to reach for her, only to be held back by the ropes.
She smiled, wicked and teasing, stepping back just enough to stay out of his reach. Slowly, she turned around, giving him a perfect view of her back as she slid the zipper of her dress down a few more inches, revealing the delicate lace of her bra underneath.
"You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?" she murmured, turning to face him again, her eyes locking onto his. "How much you want to touch me, how desperate you are to feel me."
His growl was low, almost a plea as he pulled against the ropes. "You're playing with fire," he warned, though his voice was rough with desire, his control slipping.
"Or maybe I'm just giving you exactly what you want," she replied, her voice dripping with seduction as she leaned in closer, letting him feel the heat of her body without allowing him to touch. She moved her hips in a slow, deliberate motion, brushing against the hard length of him, and he let out a sharp breath, his head falling back against the chair.
"Untie me," he demanded, his voice hoarse, filled with a mix of frustration and longing. "Now."
"Not yet," she whispered, savoring the power she held over him, the way his body was practically trembling with need. She continued to tease him, her hands sliding over her own body, showing off every inch of the curves that were driving him mad. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them lightly, pushing them together to give him an even better view. His eyes burned with intensity as he watched, his desire growing with every passing second.
Finally, when she couldn't take it any longer herself, she reached behind him and loosened the knots, letting the silk ropes fall away. The moment his hands were free, he surged forward, grabbing her with a force that took her breath away, his mouth crashing into hers in a kiss that was all fire and need.
"You're going to pay for that," he growled against her lips, his voice rough as his hands moved over her body, pulling her dress up with a quick, impatient motion. He flipped their positions in a heartbeat, pinning her down on the desk, his body pressed firmly against hers.
She barely had time to catch her breath before he was on her, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on her neck as his hands roamed, sliding beneath the fabric of her dress, pushing it up higher. His fingers brushed against the heat between her thighs, teasing her just as she had teased him.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice low and commanding, as he spread her legs wider, settling between them.
"Yes," she gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as her body arched toward him. "Please, I need you."
He didn't need any more encouragement. He thrust into her with a force that made her cry out, her body tightening around him as he set a relentless pace. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was all heat and desperation.
The desk creaked beneath them, but neither cared, lost in the rhythm they had created, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge, his name a breathless moan on her lips as he took her higher and higher.
"I'm going to ruin you," he growled, his voice a dark promise in her ear, his pace quickening as he felt her start to unravel beneath him.
"Yes," she cried out, her body tightening around him, pushing them both over the edge. He came with a roar, her name on his lips as he buried himself deep inside her, his body shaking with the force of his release.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their breaths mingling, hearts racing, before he finally pulled back, looking down at her with a smirk.
"Consider yourself ruined," he whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. "But next time, you won't get away so easily."
She laughed softly, her body still trembling from the intensity, knowing that this was just the beginning of their games.
