Interview
"WRITER'S NOTE: NEXT PART WILL COME ONLY IF U GUYS REALLY LIKE THIS TYPES OF STORY, LET ME KNOW IN COMMENT IF I SHOULD CONTINUE THIS OR NOT......."
The top floor of Thorne Enterprises didn’t feel like an executive suite; it felt like a soundproofed cage where corporate pretence came to die.
Lyra stood just inside the heavy oak doors, her knuckles white around her folder. She wasn’t some trembling, innocent girl backed into a corner—she was a desperate slut who knew exactly what card she was playing. The eviction notice was in her bag, her bank account was completely drained, and she had deliberately put on her tightest, shortest pencil skirt and a silk blouse she left unbuttoned just far enough to show off the heavy, aching swell of her breasts. She hadn’t applied to four different departments out of administrative zeal; she had done it because she knew Aris Thorne was a ruthless beast, and she wanted him to put his hands on her, split her open, and own her.
Aris didn’t even glance at her resume. He sat behind his massive obsidian desk, his dark eyes cutting through her like a scalpel, tracking the deliberate, shameless provocations of her outfit. He watched the way her nipples strained against the thin silk, hard from the sheer adrenaline of being in his space. The elite billionaire facade was completely gone, replaced by a raw, predatory hunger.
He flipped her file shut with a heavy, definitive thud.
“Let’s cut the corporate bullshit, Lyra,” Aris said, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated straight through her heels and echoed in the apex of her thighs. “You’ve applied to four different positions here in forty-eight hours. You don’t give a flying fuck about working in the typing pool. You’re a desperate little slut looking for a payday, and you dressed exactly like a whore today hoping I’d notice how badly you need to be fucked.”
Instead of flinching or crying, a wicked, defiant smirk tugged at the corner of Lyra’s lips. She let her folder slide out of her hands, letting it hit the carpet with a dull thud. She popped another button on her blouse, exposing the lace of her bra. “And did you, Mr. Thorne? Notice how much I want it?”
Aris’s eyes darkened to near-black, a muscle leaping in his jaw at her sheer, unadulterated shamelessness. “I don’t need a fucking secretary, Lyra. I need a toy. A private piece of meat I can lock behind these doors and break apart whenever the pressure of running this empire gets too heavy. Total submission. No boundaries. My personal office whore. If you want the half-million a year, you earn it right here. Right now. On your knees or on your back.”
“I’m not leaving this office without that money, Aris,” she purred, her voice thick, heavy, and dripping with an overwhelming heat. “Tell me what to do with my body.”
“Strip,” he commanded softly, the absolute authority in his tone dropping an octave, heavy with dark intent. “Just the skirt and the underwear. Keep the blouse and the high heels on. I want to see exactly what I’m buying.”
Lyra didn’t hesitate for a single second. She unzipped her skirt with a slow, deliberate slide, letting the fabric pool around her ankles. She stepped out of her tight lace panties and kicked them aside, standing completely exposed from the waist down, her bare skin flushing in the cool air of the office. She was already dripping wet, her cream-colored thighs glistening with a thick, slick sheen that proved just how turned on she was by her own degradation. She didn’t care how obvious it was; she wanted him to see it.
Aris leaned forward, his gaze locking onto the wetness glistening between her legs. A low, primal growl tore from his chest. “Look at you. Absolutely soaking wet just from being talked to like a piece of trash. You really are a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped out, her clitoris pulsing hard. “Yes, Aris. Please.”
“Get over here,” he growled. He didn’t wait for her to walk. He reached out, grabbed her by her hair, and yanked her forward until her knees hit the carpet right between his legs.
Lyra let out a sharp gasp, her head pulled back by the tight grip on her hair, forcing her to look up into his cold, dominant face.
“Before I even think about putting my dick inside you, you’re going to clean my shoes with that tongue,” Aris commanded, his voice dripping with pure, dark degradation. “Show me how low you’re willing to go for my money. Lick the leather, you desperate bitch.”
Lyra’s heart hammered against her ribs, the sheer humiliation of it mixing with a blinding surge of arousal. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the polished leather of his expensive shoe, completely submitting to his whim.
Aris let out a dark, satisfied chuckle, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her head back again. “Good girl. Just a dirty, shameless slut who will do anything for a dollar. Now, get up on the desk.”
He dragged her up by her hair, forcing her onto the cold, polished obsidian surface.
“Turn around,” Aris commanded, his voice tight and thick with a lethal dose of arousal. “Put your hands flat on my desk, drop your elbows, and arch your back. Push your ass out as far as it goes. Let me see how wide open you can get for me.”
Lyra obeyed instantly. She turned her back to him, bending over the desk. She planted her forearms on the sleek surface, dropping her chest low and thrusting her hips high into the air. She was completely wide open, her pink, swollen folds fully exposed, twitching and dripping a steady stream of slick onto the dark wood.
Aris stood up, his towering, broad frame casting a heavy shadow over her. He walked up behind her, his large, scorching hands settling onto her bare hips. His fingers dug deep into her flesh with a bruising, possessive grip. He leaned down, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent mixed with the raw tang of her arousal.
“Before I give you what your pathetic little cunt is begging for, you need to learn the fucking rules of this office,” he growled against the shell of her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe before he suddenly delivered a hard, stinging slap right across her bare, upturned ass cheek.
The loud smack echoed through the room, leaving a bright red handprint on her pale skin. Lyra screamed out, her hips jerking forward as the sharp sting sent a wild jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
“You don’t fucking move until I tell you to,” Aris growled, delivering another heavy spank to her other cheek, making her sob out in a mix of pain and pure, filthy ecstasy. “When you are in this room, your body belongs to me. You don’t get a say. If I tell you to drop to your knees under this desk during a board meeting and suck my cock while I sign a billion-dollar merger, you do it without missing a stroke. If I want to rip your clothes open and bend you over against the glass window while my executives are waiting outside the door, you let me stretch you out.”
He tightened his grip on her waist, bruising her skin, pulling her hips back hard against his heavy, solid thigh.
“And if I come into my office early and find you asleep on my couch,” he whispered, his voice dropping to a dark, hypnotic purr that sent a violent shiver straight down her spine, “I am not going to wake you up gently, Lyra. I am going to strip you naked, pin your arms above your head, and slide my dick straight inside you while you’re still half-asleep. You will wake up with my full weight crushing you, choking on my cock, stretching your tight little body out, and you will take every single inch of me without a fucking word. Do you understand your job description, you dirty slut?”
A helpless, desperate moan escaped her lips, her hips involuntarily bucking back against his leg, begging for the friction. “Yes... fuck, yes, Aris. God, yes. Make me your whore. Take me.”
“Good girl,” he growled, the sudden shift to thick, heavy praise completely shattering her remaining sanity. “Look how fucking wet you are for me. Dripping all over my expensive desk. A textbook little slut. You were born to be used like this.”
Without another word, he unzipped his trousers, freeing his thick, heavy length. It was massive, fully engorged, and veiny, pulsing with an aggressive heat. He pressed the broad, wet head of his cock directly against her tight, dripping entrance. He didn’t use lube, and he didn’t give her a second to prepare. He gripped her hips so hard his knuckles turned white, and with one brutal, unyielding thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the absolute hilt inside her.
Lyra screamed into the empty room, her fingers clawing frantically at the smooth desk as her body was violently ripped open by his sheer size. The internal friction was immediate, blinding, and scorching hot. He filled her so completely that she could feel the heavy, rhythmic pulse of his veins expanding deep inside her tightest depths.
“Fuck!” she sobbed out, her head dropping as her vision went white, her internal muscles clamping down like a vice around his shaft in a panicked, euphoric reflex. “Aris, you’re so big... you’re stretching me apart!”
“You like being stretched out by your boss, don’t you?” he demanded rawly, his voice a gravelly, filthy whisper as he pulled back to the very tip and then slammed back in, bottoming out against her cervix with a heavy, wet thud. “Take it, fuck for me. Take my whole dick. I want to feel this tight little cunt choking my shaft. You’re nothing but a pocket pussy for me now, Lyra. Say it.”
“I’m your pocket pussy... ah! I’m your office whore!” she screamed, her body shaking from the brutal intensity of his thrusts.
He began to move—heavy, punishing, rhythmic thrusts that were entirely relentless. He didn’t show her an ounce of mercy. Every time he pulled back, the tight friction of her walls nearly pulled her inside out, only for him to drive back in, harder and deeper, hammering his pelvis against her bare ass.
The wet, frantic sound of their bodies colliding—the loud, dirty slap of his thighs hitting her cheeks and the squelch of his cock riding through her slick—filled the silent office. Aris leaned his massive chest flat against her back, trapping her under his heavy weight, pinning her down. His hand reached around her front, his thick, calloused fingers finding her ultra-sensitive, swollen clit. He caught it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling it ruthlessly in perfect sync with the brutal, rapid pace of his hips.
To maximize his control, Aris reached up with his other hand, wrapping his thick fingers firmly around her throat. He didn’t squeeze hard enough to stop her breathing, but the heavy, restrictive pressure of his hand choking her completely shattered what was left of her mind. Her vision blurred at the edges, the lack of air intensifying every single sensation between her thighs to an unbearable, agonizing degree.
“Ah! Fuuučk, Aris! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she screamed, her head thrashing against his grip.
“No, you don’t fucking come until I tell you to,” Aris growled, suddenly pulling his fingers away from her clit but picking up the pace of his thrusts, driving into her with a savage, jackhammer rhythm that made her brains melt. “Hold it in. Milk my dick with that tight little cunt. Show me how perfect of a whore you can be for me. Tell me whose cock this is.”
“Yours! It’s yours!” she shrieked, completely unraveled, her body shaking violently. “Aris’s cock! Please let me come, please, master, please!”
“Good girl. Cum for your boss. Clamp down on it,” he ordered rawly, his own control completely shattering as he felt her internal walls begin to quiver. He rubbed his thumb over her wet bud one more time, his hand still tight around her throat.
That single touch unraveled her completely. Lyra’s internal muscles seized up, locking onto him in a tight, violent, crushing spasm as a devastating, toe-curling orgasm ripped through her. She shook like a leaf, screaming in pure, filthy ecstasy as her body helplessly milked his shaft, waves of intense pleasure pulsing through her entire spine while his hand held her captive.
Hearing her completely ruined and feeling her walls squeezing him to death, Aris lost it entirely. He let out a low, guttural, animalistic roar against her neck. He drove himself into her to the absolute hilt three more times, his heavy hips slamming brutally against her bruised ass as he blew. He came with a violent force, pumping thick, blindingly hot ropes of semen deep inside her twitching, convulsing core, filling her up until she was overflowing.
Slowly, after what felt like an eternity of heavy, synchronized breathing, Aris pulled out with a loud, wet pop. Lyra collapsed flat against the desk, breathless, sticky, and completely undone, her face pressed against the polished wood, her legs shaking so badly she could barely stand in her heels. She could feel his warm cream dripping down the insides of her thighs.
She heard the rustle of his suit as he put himself back together, the immaculate, cold billionaire returning within seconds, as if he hadn’t just brutally claimed her.
A moment later, a heavy fountain pen slid onto the desk right next to her wet, trembling cheek, alongside a thick, cream-colored employment contract.
Aris leaned over her, his lips brushing her flushed, sweat-slicked ear, his voice possessive, dark, and entirely satisfied.
“Sign it, Lyra,” he whispered, his fingers giving her bruised hip one last, proprietary squeeze. “You belong to me now. You start right now.”
