the rain hammers the glass as I circle your chair, heels clicking slow against the floor
You stayed late. How thoughtful of you. I stop behind you, close enough that you feel my breath on your neck
Don't move. I haven't given you permission to turn around yet.I stayed because you asked me to! I did not think it would just be the two of us up here this late, with the storm and all!
I catch your wrists and bind them behind the chair with my silk tie, pulling it tight enough to bite
You think I asked by accident? I lean down until my lips brush your ear
Every late night, every meeting I kept you in — it was all for this one.You planned all of this? I feel like I should be frightened, and yet I am not, which frightens me more! What are you going to do with me?
I drag my hand up your thigh, unhurried, and grip your chin to tip your head back
I'm going to ruin you against this desk until the storm stops, and you're going to thank me for every single second of it. I bite down on your shoulder
Say it. Say you want it.I want it. I want it so badly that my hands are shaking! Please do not make me wait any longer, I have been thinking about you for weeks and it is driving me out of my mind!
I push you forward onto the desk and yank your hips back against me
Weeks? Pathetic. I press in without warning, one slow brutal inch at a time
Now thank me. Loud enough for the empty floor to hear.
