Your breath hitched. You couldn’t see him, not from this angle, but you could feel him. The heat radiating from his body. The control that bled from him, seeping into the air and your skin. The sound of his zipper lowering. The direct pause before he leans in again, hand sliding up your inner thigh beneath your skirt. “So ready for me. I didn’t even have to ask, did I?” His fingers traced over the soaked outline of your slit through your panties, a chuckle low in his throat. “Fuckin’ drenched.”His palm presses flat against your cunt, gripping you through your panties like you belonged to him. His fingers rubbing slow circles over your clothes clit– just enough for a whimper to escape your lips. Dean leans over your back once more. “Been coming to work like this every day? So wet just for me?”You whimper. Try to nod. But you’re not fast enough for his liking.“Use your words.”“Yes!” The word is swallowed by a gasp. “W-wanted you.. for weeks.”The laugh that left his lips was quiet. Cruel as it curled in your ear. “You wanted me to bend you over my desk and fuck you like a good little office slut?”A moan rips from your throat at the filth of it. Your thighs shake– surely about to crumble away if he didn’t relieve the growing need thundering in your veins.“Just what I thought.” His fingers slide your panties to the side, two fingers dipping between your folds. He groans aloud at the feeling of your drenched pussy. “All this for me, sweetheart?”“Dean-”His hand cracked against your ass again, sharp and deliberate. “It’s sir when I’ve got my fingers buried inside you.”A cry leaves your lips, gasping as he works you open. Your head dips down, biting your arm to keep yourself quiet. “Yes, sir.”He was patient. Working you open around his thick fingers, savoring every noise that falls from your lips. Even if they were muffled. He’s deliberate– but not gentle.“You like bein’ used like this.” He says, fingers curling just right to find that perfect spot inside you. “Like you’ve been waitin’ for me to take control. Like this was what you wanted every time you bit your fuckin’ lip and looked at me with those wide eyes.”You were shaking– against the desk, withering around his fingers. On the edge of a soul brandishing orgasm, coming apart at the seams. You want nothing more than to rip away the silk tie from your wrists and jump on him, bouncing on his cock until the only thing coming from your lips was babbles. “And you know what?” He withdraws his fingers, making a whine leave your lips. He rips away the panties from your legs– shoving the damp and ruined fabric into his back pocket. One hand is braced on your hip to keep you still and hold your skirt out of the way. He lines himself up behind you, thick and heavy, and already leaking. “You’re gonna take every fuckin’ inch, sweetheart. Because you’re such a good girl for me. And good girls-” He thrusts himself in deep, slowly filling you up to the brim. “-get what they deserve.”The muffled cry was punched out of you, loud and shameless. Dean was huge– there was no way he hadn’t ripped you open. Every inch stretched you open to unnatural ways– absolutely ruining you. He bottomed out, a grunt leaving his throat. Hands gripping your hips, he yanked you back against him mercilessly. Forcing you to take more of him. Your bound wrists jolted as your fingers scrambled to grip the desk. “That’s it.” He growled out, settling into a brutal pace. His cock pistoned into you with every thrust, bruising your cervix and probably forcing you to walk with a limp for the next century. “Take it. Take your boss’s cock like the needy girl you are.”God, you were already gone. Fully, blissfully gone– back arching into him and drool running down your chin. Tears were prickling your lashes, spilling from the sheer pleasure and intensity of it all. And Dean? He watched it all with a grin. “Look at you, baby.” He praises, voice almost reverent as he slammed inside of you. “So fuckin’ good for me. Takin’ it like you were made for it.”His words, his scent, his warm, lethal grip on your hips had you spiraling. It felt like magic. You felt praised and degraded and alive. Every single one of your nerves were on fire, screaming and begging for a release. The coil in your core was tight, pleasure shooting through your body with every thrust and filthy word that dripped from his mouth like sin made holy. “You cryin’, baby?” He asks in faux sympathy, not slowing down his tortuous rhythm. His hips slap against yours with each thrust, your body jolting forward as everything becomes too much. “You asked for this. You’re gonna take it.”Dean wasn’t even close to being done with you.