⚠️ 18+ Mature Content Ahead

This story features consensual BDSM dynamics between adults. If it's not your thing, please don't report it..... just quietly click away.

Otherwise… welcome in.

The office was silent.

Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a faint glow over the empty workspace. It was almost midnight. Everyone had gone home hours ago… everyone except Jace.

He sat at his desk, sleeves rolled up, the top buttons of his shirt undone. The usual calm in his dark eyes was replaced by something heavier. Something primal. Frustrated.

The soft click of heels broke the silence.

He didn’t have to look up. He knew who it was.

“Still working, boss?” Rae’s voice purred through the air like velvet, smooth and teasing. She leaned against the doorframe of his office, arms crossed under her chest, the fabric of her tight blouse straining slightly with the movement.

Jace glanced up. “Didn’t realize you were still here.”

She stepped inside, the door closing quietly behind her.

“Maybe I was waiting.” Her gaze flicked to the bottle of whiskey on his desk. “Or maybe I was hoping you’d finally crack.”

Jace arched an eyebrow. “And what exactly were you hoping I’d crack into?”

Rae smiled. It was the kind of smile that made him grip the edge of his desk a little tighter.

“You,” she whispered. “Sir.”

The title was a test. A temptation. A spark in gasoline.

He stood slowly, every movement deliberate, like a predator giving its prey a final chance to run.

Instead, Rae stepped forward.

“I’ve seen how you look at me when you think I’m not watching,” she said. “How your jaw clenches. How your fingers curl.”

Jace was in front of her now. Close enough to feel her breath. Close enough to smell her perfume—light, sweet, and driving him insane.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said lowly.

“Try me.”

Silence.

Then: “Lock the door.”

Her pupils dilated. She obeyed without hesitation. The click of the lock echoed through the room like a gunshot.

“Kneel.”

She dropped instantly, eyes on his shoes, hands behind her back, breath shallow. The air in the room thickened.

“Good girl,” he murmured, circling her. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”

A blush rose to her cheeks. She bit her lip, nodded once ...silent and obedient.

He stopped behind her, fingers trailing lightly over the curve of her neck.

“I didn’t say you could move. Or speak.”

She froze.

“Take off your top. Slowly.”

Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse, one agonizing button at a time. The fabric slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her knees. No bra. Just skin. Goosebumps. Anticipation.

He stepped closer.

“Crawl.”

She crawled across the room, hips swaying subtly, knowing he was watching her every move. She stopped at his feet, chest rising and falling with every breath.

“Hands on the desk. Bend over.”

She scrambled to obey, bracing herself against the cool wood, skirt riding up. She could feel him behind her...silent, imposing, in control.

“Skirt up. Panties off.”

Her fingers slid beneath the waistband and tugged them down slowly, baring herself.

“You’re mine tonight,” he said, voice like a growl behind her.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Only yours.”

⚠️ 18+ Content | Mature Themes

Consent, dominance, submission, rough and sensual.

If you're uncomfortable, please exit silently.

Otherwise…

Rae’s breath hitched as Jace stepped in closer, the heat of his body brushing against the bare skin of her thighs. Her palms pressed flat to the desk, heart hammering like a war drum.

“You don’t get to come tonight,” he whispered, fingers trailing up her inner thigh. “Not until I say so.”

She whimpered, head bowing.

“Yes, Sir…”

His hands roamed her body with calculated control—firm, claiming, leaving no inch untouched. Fingers grazed her soaked heat, teasing but never giving in. He relished every twitch, every shiver she gave him. The power. The surrender.

Then-

Smack.

A sharp slap to her ass made her cry out.

“Count,” he ordered.

“O-one…”

Smack.

“Two…”

“Good girl.”

By the fifth, her knees were trembling, body aching, craving him with a desperation that bordered on madness. And still he didn’t take her. Not yet.

“You think I don’t see how you look at me?” he growled, unbuckling his belt. “You think I didn’t notice how you wore that tight little skirt just for me?”

“I did…” she gasped. “I did it for you, only you.”

He pressed against her, hard length rubbing where she needed him most. Her whole body jolted.

“Beg.”

“Please, Sir… I need you. I want you inside me—use me, please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you…”

That was all he needed.

He buried himself in her in one powerful thrust. She screamed.....no pain, just pure relief. Fulfillment. She’d wanted this for so long, and now, she was his.

Jace gripped her hips, relentless. Deep. Rough. But always controlled.

Rae was crying out with each thrust, chanting “Yes, Sir,” like a prayer, a promise.

“You take me so well,” he groaned. “Look at you.....so filthy, bent over my desk like a toy.”

His hand slid to her throat, pulling her up against his chest, thrusts never stopping.

“You’re going to come when I say. Not a second before.”

She nodded wildly, teetering on the edge, desperate for permission.

“Come,” he growled.

She shattered.

Her entire body arched and pulsed around him, screaming his name, gripping him so tightly he cursed and followed right after.....deep, hard, with her name like a growl on his lips.

Silence returned.

He held her there, chest to her back, both of them panting, sweat glistening on skin.

Jace whispered in her ear, voice softer now, almost tender.

“You’re mine now.”

She smiled, still breathless.

“I always was.”

[End of Rae & Jace's story.]

NEXT PAIR:

👤 Mila

24, bold but impulsive

Just left a bad date, gets in the wrong car

Wears ripped jeans, red lipstick, and trouble in her eyes

👤 Kyren

28, stoic, dangerous, and unknowingly parked where Mila’s Uber was supposed to be

Drives a sleek black car, ex-military, now underground fighter

Has a rule: “No one sits in my car unless they’re ready to play.”