Late Shift, Locked Doors, Ep 2 "Only Yours”

⚠️ 18+ Content | Mature Themes

Consent, dominance, submission, rough and sensual.

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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.]

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