In His Control

The office was drenched in silence, the faint hum of the city below blending with the rhythmic tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. The clock on the wall mocked me, well past midnight, but I wasn’t leaving until the final report was done.

He sat across the room, his presence impossible to ignore. Damian Xavier. My boss. My secret sin.

I dared a glance in his direction and caught him loosening his tie, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing a hint of smooth, tan skin. Heat flickered in my core, unbidden, wicked, and impossible to ignore. His sharp gaze was locked on me, dark and penetrating, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Secretary Williams,” he said, his deep, commanding voice cutting through the stillness.

I stiffened, my fingers faltering on the keys. “Yes, Mr. Xavier?”

“You’ve been working tirelessly tonight,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his long fingers toying with the edge of his tie. “I think it’s time for a break.”

The way he said it—smooth, deliberate—made my stomach flip. I swallowed hard and tried to keep my voice steady. “I’m fine, sir.”

He stood, his movements unhurried but purposeful, like a predator closing in on its prey. My heart raced as he strode toward me, his gaze never leaving mine. When he stopped in front of my desk, his towering frame casting a shadow over me, the air between us crackled.

“You’re a terrible liar, Secretary Williams,” he murmured, his lips curving into a sinful smirk.

“I’m not lying,” I replied, though my voice betrayed me, trembling with a mixture of defiance and anticipation.

He leaned down, his hand brushing mine as he pushed my laptop aside. The warmth of his skin sent a shiver up my arm, but it was the way he looked at me—hungry, possessive—that made me forget how to breathe.

“You’ve been distracting me all night,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. His fingers trailed up my arm, light as a feather but igniting a fire in their wake. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

My throat went dry. Words failed me as his hand slid to my cheek, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

“Mr. Xavier,” I started, but he silenced me with his mouth, crushing his lips against mine in a kiss that stole my breath and set me ablaze.

His tongue teased mine, his kiss rough, demanding, and unapologetic. My body betrayed me, arching toward him, desperate for more. I gasped when his hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the desk, scattering papers to the floor.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, his lips brushing my ear as his hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away.”

I couldn’t. My body was on fire, my core throbbing with need as his hands moved with sinful precision. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice trembling with surrender.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he claimed my lips again, his fingers trailing higher, finding my breast and igniting every nerve. His control, his power, his sheer presence overwhelmed me, and I reveled in it, wanting more, needing everything he was willing to give.

The papers scattered across the floor seemed like an afterthought as I lay back on my desk, my skirt bunched high around my hips. His name fell from my lips in a desperate whisper—"Mr. Xavier..."—but even I couldn’t tell if it was a plea for him to stop or to keep going.

“Anna Williams,” he growled, his tone low and dripping with hunger, “I warned you.”

His hands roamed up my thighs, his touch firm but controlled. My breath hitched as his fingers teased the edge of my lace panties, sending a shiver straight to my core. The heat pooling between my legs was unbearable now, my body aching for relief only he could give.

“You’ve been testing my patience all night,” he continued, his lips brushing against my neck, his words melting into my skin. “But now... I won’t hold back.”

My heartbeat thundered in my ears as his lips claimed mine again, this time rougher, more demanding. He tasted of whiskey and desire, and the way his tongue teased mine left me utterly undone. I gripped the edges of the desk, my back arching as his hands found their way under my blouse, sliding up to cup my breasts.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Every look, every move... Do you have any idea what you do to me, Secretary Williams?”

His words sent another jolt of heat through me, my body trembling beneath his touch. “You’re the one who started this,” I managed to say, my voice breaking as his lips trailed lower, kissing along my collarbone.

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his gaze dark and filled with raw hunger. “Then I’ll finish it.”

Before I could respond, he was on me again, his hands slipping beneath the waistband of my panties, pulling them down with agonizing slowness. The cool air against my bare skin only heightened the ache inside me, my need for him becoming unbearable.

“Please...” The word slipped from my lips unbidden, but I didn’t care. I needed him, and I didn’t want to wait another second.

A wicked smile curved his lips as he knelt before me, his hands gripping my thighs to spread them apart. “So eager, Secretary Williams,” he teased, his breath hot against my most sensitive spot, my clit. “But I want to savor this.”

His mouth descended, and the first flick of his tongue sent a gasp tearing from my throat. My hands flew to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as he worked me with a skill that left me trembling and breathless. Every stroke, every flick, every moan he coaxed from me only drove me closer to the edge.

“Mr. Xavier... Damian Xavier!” I cried out, my body arching as waves of pleasure coursed through me.

But he wasn’t done. He rose to his feet, his lips glistening with the evidence of my surrender, and in one swift motion, he undid his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the silent office.

“Not yet,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding. “I’m not finished with you.”

My breath hitched as he freed himself, his hard dick pressing against my pussy. He paused, his eyes locking with mine, searching for hesitation.

“I need to hear you say it,” he said, his voice softer now, almost tender.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation. “Please, Damian... I need you.”

That was all he needed. He surged forward, filling me in one powerful thrust that stole my breath and shattered every coherent thought. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as he moved, his pace relentless, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

Our moans filled the room, the desk beneath me creaking with every movement, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the way he made me feel—completely consumed, utterly his.

His lips found mine again as he drove us both higher, his hands gripping my hips to pull me closer, deeper. “You’re mine,” he growled against my lips, his voice rough and possessive.

“Yes,” I gasped, my body trembling as the tension inside me built to a breaking point. “Yours...”

The moment shattered as we both fell over the edge, our cries mingling as we clung to each other, lost in the raw, electric intensity of our release.

As the tremors subsided, he held me close, his forehead resting against mine. “Anna Williams,” he murmured, his voice soft now, almost vulnerable.

I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze, and for a brief moment, the walls between us felt thinner. But the weight of what we’d done settled over us, and I knew this was only the beginning of something far more dangerous and enticing.