Her body trembled against the desk, and Kieran was buried so deep inside her it felt like they shared the same heartbeat. He didn't move at first—just held her there, his cock throbbing inside her, savoring the way she clenched around him like her body didn't want to let go.
Then he leaned down, chest flush against her back, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"You feel that, baby?" he rasped. "Feel how deep I am? I'm in your guts—literally. You were made for this cock."
Genesis let out a soundless moan—her throat said nothing, but her body begged loudly. She pushed back against him, her slick heat pulsing, desperate.
He chuckled darkly, grabbing her jaw and tilting her head up.
"I want you to remember this every time you sit down," he whispered. "Every time you close your thighs, I want you to feel how wide I stretched you."
He pulled out slowly, almost teasingly, then slammed back in hard enough to make the desk creak.
"You're soaked, baby. Sloppy wet. Like this pussy knows who owns it now."
Genesis clawed at the wood. He loved that—loved that she couldn't scream, couldn't protest. All she could do was take it—breathless, messy, perfect.
Kieran ran his fingers down her spine, then wrapped them around her throat—not to choke, just to feel her pulse thudding under his palm.
"Can't scream for me," he murmured. "So this pretty little body's gonna do the talking."
He sped up, each thrust deep, angled, precise. Her body jolted with every stroke, mouth open in a silent cry.
"You like that? Of course you do. Your tight little cunt's begging to be filled again."
Her legs trembled, he could feel it. The way she tightened around him, the way her back arched, fingers shaking. She was close.
He slapped her ass, once, hard, then leaned back and dragged his cock out, watching her slick cling to him.
"Look at this mess," he growled. "Look what you did to me."
Then he slammed back in with a groan.
"Keep that ass up, I'm not done. Not till you're dripping down your thighs and this desk smells like us for days."
Genesis was a trembling mess, her body shaking from the force of his thrusts. Each time he drove into her, her breasts rubbed against the desk, her nipples rock-hard from the friction and heat.
Suddenly, Kieran pulled out. She gasped, startled by the loss.
He turned her around, and she looked up at him with dazed eyes—then gasped again at the sight of him. His eyes were darker now, jaw tight, his cock gleaming with her wetness. It looked filthy. His trousers weren't even down. His clothes still neat, tucked in like nothing about him was out of place except for the part of him that was ramming her.
"You want more?" he smirked, lifting her legs and sliding her onto the desk. She scrambled for purchase, knocking things over—but neither of them cared.
Her nails dug into the wood as she braced herself.
"Answer me, princess. Should I keep fucking you against my desk?" he asked, not even looking at her. Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock against her slick folds, slowly circling it, teasing.
Genesis's legs quivered, but his hand held her firmly, careful not to dig his nails in too deep. Her gaze dropped to her flushed, pulsing pussy. She needed him back inside.
She was about to nod when a sudden knock echoed at the door.
Genesis froze, her head whipping around.
"Sir, your next meeting is about to start. Should they come in?" Rachel's voice called.
Kieran didn't answer. He just kept rubbing his cock against her.
Genesis's eyes went wide. She must have seen the shadowy figures through the frosted glass. Her chest heaved as panic bloomed, and she tried to move away.
But Kieran tightened his grip on her thigh.
"No, princess. You're not going anywhere. I'm not done with this pussy."
Her lips parted, but no sound came. Then, he thrust back into her.
Her head snapped back, mouth open, eyes glassy. Her nails carved into the wood. Kieran groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a second.
She felt too good. Too warm, too tight. Like coming home.
When he looked down again, she was clutching her throat, tears shimmering in her lashes. And as he stared at her bare neck—at the absence of her collar—something in him snapped.
Where was it?
Who took it off. She couldn't have. No one could remove that collar without…
His jaw clenched.
Someone was messing with her head. Filling her with dangerous thoughts—talking about property, about ownership like it was something dirty.
He growled low, then moved.
Still deep inside her, he pulled her upright and turned them both around, bending her in half against his chest, her pussy now facing the frosted glass of the office door.
She gasped, eyes going wide, but he grabbed her chin and turned her head forward.
Now she could see the silhouettes of the people outside. Hear their muted voices. See Rachel pacing just behind the door.
Kieran held her tighter, arms locking around her trembling thighs as he adjusted her legs over his shoulders. Her folds, soaked and swollen, were fully on display.
"They can't hear a thing," he whispered, voice thick with fury. "But they might see. You know that, don't you?"
He snapped his hips forward. She jolted violently, her nails digging into his thighs now.
"Maybe Rachel's wondering why the door hasn't opened."
He leaned closer, his mouth brushing her ear again, one hand wrapped firmly around her throat. The other slid down and pressed hard against her belly.
"You feel that? You're stuffed with me. Full. This pussy was made to take me, only me."
She whimpered silently, head thrown back against his shoulder. Her body was a wreck, shaking, soaked, stretched so full.
But Kieran wasn't done.
Not even close.
"Who took the collar off?" he asked suddenly.
Her eyes flew open wide.
"Because I know you couldn't."
He slammed into her again—so hard, she couldn't even gasp. Just shook and gaped in stunned silence.
"That's it," he hissed. "That's the face I want them to see when that door opens. Fucked dumb. Wrecked. Mine."
He curled her tighter against his body, using every bit of leverage to pound into her. Each thrust hit deep, angled, ruthless. Her body convulsed with every stroke, helpless and raw.
"You don't get to lie to me, Genesis. You don't get to run. That collar meant something, and it still does."
He reached down and slapped her clit, sharp and fast.
She bucked, soundless scream etched across her face.
"I'll carve my name into this pussy if I have to."
His jaw clenched as he looked down at her, at how far gone she was, her lip trembling, hands limp, thighs quaking.
And still… she let him in.
Still, her body gave in, welcoming, needy, soaked for him.
"You're lying to me," he muttered, his lips brushing her temple. "And I'm gonna find out why."
Thwack.
Thwack.
The sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls, raw, wet, lewd. Kieran's clothed chest stuck to her bare back, sweat slick between them. He had her folded in half, arms pinned behind her, one hand around her throat,tight enough to make her gasp, not enough to stop her breath.
"Listen to that," he rasped into her ear, hips snapping forward. "You hear how wet you are?"
Her soaked pussy squelched with every brutal thrust, his cock drilling into her, hitting so deep it stole her breath. Her legs trembled, but his grip around her waist forced her to take it, every thick, pulsing inch.
"Fuck, you're taking it so well," he growled. "Dripping down my thighs and still so tight."
She was gone, moaning, babbling nonsense. Bent in half, face a mess of tears and drool, her mind short-circuited. His cock hit every spot from this angle, deep, devastating.
"I should bend you over more often," he hissed, rolling his hips slower, grinding against her. "Fold you up like the desperate little whore you are. You love this, don't you?"
She couldn't speak, just sobbed, writhing on him, her eyes rolling back. So full… so fucking full.
"Yeah?" His hand left her throat to slap her cheek—not hard, just disrespectful. "Then cum. Right now. Make a mess."
She did.
Her whole body shook, collapsing against him as her orgasm crashed through her. Slick gushed around him, down her thighs, but he didn't stop, he fucked her through it, merciless and fast.
"Fuck—you feel that?" he growled, thrusts turning wild. "You're gonna milk me dry."
One more thrust, deep, final, and he came with a low snarl, spilling inside her, his cock pulsing deep.
They stayed locked together, still standing, her legs trembling, his cum dripping out of her.
Kieran didn't move. Didn't let go.
"You better not think we're done," he murmured against her neck. "I'm just getting started."
Outside the door, quiet whispers.
Inside? Just the slick, obscene sounds of what they'd become.
Her body clung to him. And Kieran? He wasn't letting her forget.
One arm still locked around her, the other slid under her thigh, holding her open. Her nails dug into his wrist, thighs trembling.
"You look so good like this," he groaned. "Shaking on my cock while they wonder what's taking so long."
Her body was still pulsing from her climax, but he was already getting hard again, thick, eager.
He shifted, just slightly and she gasped, the new angle striking something brutal. Her whole body seized, legs locking then collapsing.
"Oh, you're coming again, huh?" he rasped. "Can't stop now, can you?"
He let go of her thigh just long enough to rub her clit—tight, fast circles that made her scream silently, eyes brimming with tears.
"Whatever they told you," he growled, biting her shoulder, "I'll fuck it out of you."
His rhythm turned savage, thrusts sharp, wet, relentless. Her body bowed, twitching uncontrollably, clenching him like a vice.
"You want me to stop?" he asked, voice dark. "Or should I fuck you until you forget?"
Her body answered for her, clenching, needy, gone.
He drove in deep, grinding in slow, punishing circles. And she snapped, again.
Her mouth opened in a soundless scream, eyes wide, body arching as pleasure ripped through her, raw and unstoppable.
"That's it," he breathed against her ear. "Take all of me."
Two more thrusts. One last, deep grind. And they shattered together.
Her orgasm hit like fire—violent, endless. His followed with a guttural growl, hips locked to hers as he emptied inside her once more.
Silence.
Except for their harsh, uneven breaths.
His grip eased, just barely. His lips brushed her temple.
But his voice stayed rough.
"We're not done," he whispered. "Not until I fuck the truth out of you."