Take it all
By the time Jenny returned that day with the takeout, I had already ruined the moment.
She had asked one simple question.
“Dinner tomorrow?”
And I froze.
She didn’t wait for my answer.
Didn’t repeat herself.
Didn’t smile.
She just watched me saw that hesitation, that microscopic crack in my confidence then turned and walked away.
Like I wasn’t worth wasting her breath on.
She never brought it up again.
Not once.
And that was worse than if she had screamed.
Days passed.
Lucy wouldn’t shut up about it.
Her fake disappointment that she didn’t find the office torn apart after Jenny’s Dinner question.
And maybe I could’ve ignored her.
But I didn’t.
Which brings us to now midnight, doing something I shouldn’t.
I knew I should let it go.
Pretend it never happened.
But there are people who live inside your head, even when they’re not in the room.
Jenny was one of them.
So when I saw her office light still on, I didn’t think I just moved.
My heels whispered across the carpet as I approached the glass door.
My pulse was too loud.
My logic was gone.
I told myself it was about the reports in my hand.
It wasn’t.
She sat at the head of her empire dark suit jacket off, sleeves rolled, hair slightly undone as she focused on the screen.
Something about the sight of her like this raw power without the audience sent a pulse of reckless heat through me.
Without looking away from her laptop, she flicked her fingers once.
A silent command.
“Come in”
I obeyed before I could decide if I wanted to.
She finally looked up.
Calm. Controlled.
Beautiful in a way that was almost hostile.
“So,” she said, eyes skimming me like she was dissecting,
“you finished the last of the reports.”
Her voice gave nothing away. No approval. No warmth. Just… observation.
“Maybe I stayed late,” I said, placing them on her desk, “to be useful.”
Her lips tugged in something that was not quite a smile.
“Or maybe,” she countered, “you stayed late because you’re bored. And people like you do dangerous things when they’re bored.”
I didn’t flinch. “People like me?”
She rose from her chair elegant, unhurried like gravity didn’t apply to her.
“Pretty. Overconfident. Convinced you don’t need anyone, but starving for someone who notices what you try to hide.”
She circled the desk slowly, coming around to stand in front of me.
Most people would back up.
I didn’t.
“Sounds like a diagnosis,” I said.
“Should I be taking notes?”
Her eyes glinted pleased that I pushed back.
“You should be careful.”
“Or what?” i replied smirking.
She stepped closer.
Close enough that I felt the heat of her body over mine, but she didn’t touch me.
She didn’t need to.
“Or I’ll think you’re trying to challenge me,” she said softly.
“And that never ends the way people think it will.”
A thrill shot through me fear woven tight with craving.
I tilted my head, daring her.
“Maybe I am challenging you.”her gaze dropped to my mouth.
She liked that answer.
“No,” she murmured.
“You’re testing me. Different game.”
She leaned in, lips near my ear.
“And I promise you—I never lose.”
My breath caught but I made myself hold her gaze.
“You’re confident,” I said.
“For someone who walked away so easily.”
Her expression barely shifted but I felt it.
I had hit a nerve.
She reached out, her fingers gripping my chin not gently forcing me to look at her.
“Don’t confuse restraint with disinterest,” she said.
“I don’t chase uncertainty when I take I take with intention.”
My pulse thundered.
My voice turned low.
“Then maybe you should’ve asked twice.”
That did it.
She laughed dark amusement sliding through the room.
Then her hand tightened,just a warning squeeze along my jaw.
“You had your chance,” she said.
“I don’t repeat myself.”
“Maybe you should try being patient,” I pushed, brattiness spilling like blood in water.
Her eyes sharpened.
Cold.
Predatory.
“Maybe,” she said, leaning in, “you should try answering when you’re spoken to.”
Then finally she touched me.
Her thumb pressed against my lower lip.
Possession disguised as casual cruelty.
“You’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you?”
I smirked. “You want easy?”
Her smile was slow dangerously slow.
“No,” she said.
“I want obedience I want to watch you fight yourself while giving it to me.”
She stepped forward again, leaving me nowhere to go her body caging mine against the desk.
“And the best part?” she whispered. “I already know how to take it from you.”
I swallowed hard.
Because the terrifying part was… she wasn’t wrong.
She braced one hand beside my hip on the desk, the other lifted slow until her fingertips threaded into my hair and she dragged my mouth to hers.
The kiss wasn’t sweet.
It was collision teeth, breath, restraint snapping like wire between us.
She kissed like a fucking command, and every part of me obeyed before I could think.
Her grip tightened, and I gasped into her mouth and she took that too.
My breath.
My resistance.
My excuse to pretend I wasn’t already lost.
When she finally pulled back, my lips were swollen, my heart rioting in my chest.
“You know, sweetheart,” she murmured, leaning close, voice low and silky,
“I asked you a question. A simple one.”
I froze.
“I asked you to dinner.”
Her hand dipped to thighs, causing my skirt to ride up along my bare thighs.
“And you ignored me didn’t even bother to answer didn't think it mattered, did you?”
“But now,” she whispered, lips brushing my jaw seductively.
“Now you’re here, on my desk, and you’re" she paused her fingertips separating my black underwear from my damp area.
A small exhale left my body once her finger finally met their destination.
"wet for me?”
I bit my lip, trying my best to gain some sort of control.
Her smirk sharpened a soft kiss planted on my jaw for a moment before she continued.
“I'd say interesting priorities, sweetheart.”
I hated how much she saw.
How much she knew.
I tried to assert myself.
“Maybe I just didn’t think you were serious.”
Her slap cracked across my cheek like a whip.
If it had been anyone else, they would’ve bounced off this table, stormed out of her office, and probably called their lawyer before they hit the parking lot.
But for me… it was pure pleasure.
It crawled under my skin like wildfire, consuming, addictive pulling me closer to her when I should’ve been running.
The slap didn’t hurt.
I’d taken worse but hers burned differently.
It lingered.
It claimed.
“I don’t play with things I’m serious about,” she said, voice low, lethal.
She grabbed my chin. “Look at me.”
I did.
“Wipe that smirk off your face you lost the game the moment you walked in here whether you know it yet or not… you’re mine.”
Her lips found my neck slow, deliberate trailing long, drawn-out kisses that ended in the sharp scrape of her teeth against my skin.
Every touch stole another breath from me.
Her fingers shifted for just a moment, and my body reacted before I could stop it clamping down around her, desperate for more.
Her torso was firm beneath my grip, the definition of her toned stomach clear even through her shirt.
Her fingertips started to circle my clit dangerously slow causing my thighs to spread wider for more contact yet it never came she kept torturing me, deliberately seconds after seconds.
I hooked my legs around her body pulling her closer to me my one hand now resting on her shoulder gripping for dear life.
"Mmm please" her lips continued to destroy any possible marks i had from the previous night replacing them with her own style of creations.
Like a painter placing down it's brush she rose her cheeks darker now and I didn't think twice it was like handing a sweet to a school kid, I latched onto her, lips crashing against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.
When her tongue swiped across my bottom lip, I knew there was no turning back her tongue slipped inside my breathless mouth, claiming whatever she wanted.
I tried my best to match her, to keep up, but her fingers had their own torturous task teasing, circling, keeping me high enough to stay present, but never in control.
"Please" i moaned once her other hand found it's way to the side of my neck softly grazing her thumb over my throat.
"Patience" she hummed before continuing to destroy the little sanity i had left.
Her finger dipped lower, making me arch my back, my nails digging deep into her flesh as if trying to anchor myself to reality.
"Fuck Kate" she half whispered clearly satisfying with the effect she had on my body.
Her gaze met mine this time i couldn't tell if she was still the same person as moments before because her eyes had darken to something more dominant something I've never noticed about her.
She pulled her hand away completely, yanking me off the desk before slamming me back down.
Bending over a table had always been a fantasy but now, it felt like a suffering.
I was beyond edged, my body screaming that it couldn’t endure another second if her twisted mind decided to tease me again.
My thoughts were a mess, scattered and desperate.
When the cold air brushed over my bare ass, I found myself silently praying that my release was just a heartbeat away.
At least… for my own sake
Her body pressed against me her hands finding their way to my wrist.
She moved both wrists to lay on my lower back her one hand clamping them down.
She leaned closer, her lips brushing the shell of my ear.
"You look so good like this"
"Be good and I'll give you as many orgams as you'd like" she whispered before exhaling a breath of air close to my ear.
"Y.Ye.Yes" i forced out as her other hand moved to my ass waiting patiently for her touch.
Each feather-light graze, sent jolts of agony and desire straight to my core my wetness becoming worse.
Once her finger dipped between my thighs, she pressed her feet against my legs, forcing them apart and leaving me fully exposed.
Her fingers started circling faster than before, making me clench my fists tightly.
“mmm” I moaned as her fingers glided over my soaked core, building an unbearable high.
“Breathe,” she commanded and before I could exhale, all the air was sucked back into my lungs.
Two fingers slid past my folds, the pressure tight and firm.
“Take it,” she encouraged, pushing them deeper.
The tightness was overwhelming.
For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I’d ever noticed how long her fingers were or if it was just the fact that I’d never let anyone truly please me like this before.
“My god… Kate, you’re so tight,” she murmured, her voice echoing through the office.
I finally released the air in my lungs with a shaky exhale.
“You’re lucky dinner never happened,” she teased. “Because if it were up to me, I would’ve stretched you out a long time ago… with my little toy at home.”
Her fingers pulled out slowly before moving back in almost immediately i wrapped my hands around her grip.
“You’re going to be good and take it,” she said.
Her movements started with a strong rhythm, and my legs began to weaken under the pressure.
“Fu…ck,” I moaned, biting down on my bottom lip.
“Yeah… take it, Kate. I know you can,” she whispered, speeding up again, pumping in and out of me.
My body rocked against her, my cheeks growing damp on the desk.
She released my wrists, and I clutched the edges of the desk as her hand moved over my shirt, her fingers tangling in my hair and lifting my head.
“Ready?” she asked, before the rhythm became harder and deeper.
I pressed against the desk, arching my body as best I could.
“That’s right, darling… take it all,” she said, leaning down to kiss my shoulder.
“Yes… please… please don’t stop… fuck,” my moans grew louder, even as the pace intensified.
My climax approached rapidly.
“Yes… yes… yes,” my body thrummed with electricity, pushing back against her firm hand.
Wetness dripped down my thighs.
Jenny hummed softly in approval and shifted my head to the side, capturing a perfect profile of me in the moment.
“Take it… it’s yours” she commanded. That was all it took.
My body went into overdrive, shuddering uncontrollably as her fingers found every perfect spot, my eyes rolling closed, lips parted.
“Yesss… fuck, Jennnny!” my voice trembled, echoing through the office.
I could feel my wetness coating her hand as she guided me through every peak, letting me ride out my orgasm fully.
“Good,” she murmured approvingly.
My legs burned, the hand still clamped to the desk throbbing under pressure.
My breathing was deep, ragged, and completely spent.
But her movement didn't stop both her hands rested on my ass as she lowered to the ground kneeling behind me i couldn't help but gaze back admiring how fucking good she looked.
"Jenny please i ca..." but my words were clipped short when her lips neared my wet core a subtle twitch moving over my body.
"I'm not nearly done with you," she breathed, voice ghosting over my skin before I even felt her move.
Then heat.
Her tongue dragged slow and deliberate through my soaked folds, and my head slammed down with a choked cry.
No teasing, no mercy just her devouring me like she had been starving for years and finally found something worth feeding on.
The low growl in her throat vibrated against my clit and I swore the room tilted.
"Shit" I gasped, hands scrambling for something to hold on to but finding nothing except my own ragged breaths as she sucked harder, tongue curling just right.
I didn’t stand a chance.
"Oh fuck yes" The words fell apart as my hips rocked helplessly against her mouth, chasing every ruthless pull of pleasure she gave me.
She held me open, pinned in place, forcing me to feel everything and then
I shattered no warning, no control just white, brutal heat exploding behind my eyes.
My orgasm ripped through me so violently it stole the air from my lungs.
I could only ride it out, trembling, twitching, falling apart for her.
And her alone.
It felt like hours when my body slumped forward against the desk, breaths ragged, skin buzzing and oversensitive.
She rose from between my thighs, slow and languid, and when I lifted my gaze, she was already watching me.
My heart stuttered.
Her hands squeezed my ass before sliding up to my hips, dragging me upright.
My legs trembled under my own weight, nerves shot and muscles weak.
She enjoyed it I could feel it as her hands twitched softly.
The control.
The quiet claim she had in me now.
I turned to her without thinking, drawn to her like a storm to a strike.
My hands slid to the buttons of her shirt, hungry, desperate to feel her then her fingers closed around my wrists.
Firm and
Unshakeable.
"No." the single word hit harder than any slap. I froze, staring into her unreadable expression.
"I'm not done with you," she said simply, like it was fact like it was already decided.
A slow dread... or maybe excitement… coiled in my gut as she tugged me toward her desk chair and pulled me down, straddling her thighs.
My body trembled against her, still raw, still pulsing with aftershocks.
"I—I can't," I whispered, breath hitching. "I'm too sensitive."
Her lips curved, dark and dangerous.
"Good," she murmured, slipping her hands beneath my shirt and dragging it up over my head.
Her voice dropped to a velvet threat.
"That's when it starts to feel even better."
She unclasped my bra with one flick and I knew I was hers for however long she decided to keep me.
