Page 48 of Imprisoned

With a low groan, he suddenly thrusts two fingers inside me, making me cry out. “You’re so fucking tight, Willow,” he grunts.

My head falls forward, resting on my folded arms. I surrender to his touch, to the pleasure he controls. He pumps his fingers slowly, stretching me, filling me in a way I’ve never felt before. I feel full, exposed, vulnerable, and yet so wonderfully alive.

I whimper, my body responding to his rhythm. I can’t think, can’t do anything but feel. My arousal drips down my thigh, and I know I’m close to the edge.

“Come for me,” he whispers. “Come with my fingers in your ass, and I’ll give you more.”

Axel’s fingers move inside me with practiced precision, knowing how to drive me wild. I try to stifle my whimpers, but it’s futile. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

“That’s it,” he whispers hoarsely. “Let go.”

His other hand moves to my clit, his thumb teasing me, sending sparks through my body. I surrender to the sensation, my inhibitions gone. His fingers curl and press, stroking me in time with his thrusts. I’m helpless to do anything but feel.

My orgasm hits me like a storm, a release so intense it steals my breath. Waves of pleasure ripple through me. I cry out, my voice echoing off the office walls. Axel chuckles, his fingers never stopping, pulling every sensation from my body.

Gradually, my trembling eases, and Axel slowly withdraws his fingers. I feel empty, sensitive, raw, and exposed. His touch has left me boneless, and I rest my forehead on my arms, trying to regain my bearings.

Then, the rustle of clothing.

I turn my head as Axel pulls out his huge cock, his body obscuring the faint light of the window. He stands behind me,his hard cock pressing against me. I know what’s coming, and my pulse quickens.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs. “Want to feel you tight around my cock, Willow.”

I bite my lip, anticipation and nervousness warring within me. I’ve never done this before, but I crave it, crave him. My body is still sensitive from my orgasm, making me aware of every sensation.

He squeezes more lube into his hand, his slick fingers caressing my skin, teasing my rim again. I suppress a shiver, my skin tingling with anticipation. His touches are light and methodical, and I feel myself relaxing, opening up to him.

His free hand presses against my lower back, guiding me to arch my body slightly. “Relax, doctor. Breathe,” he commands softly.

I try to obey, drawing slow, steady breaths. Axel’s fingers open me up, preparing me for what’s to come. I feel his hardness against me, his lust matching my own.

He positions himself at my entrance and, with a steady hand, slowly pushes inside. The intrusion makes me gasp, my body stretched to its limits. His length fills me, inch by inch, taking his time, ensuring I adjust.

It’s intense, an all consuming sensation. I stifle a moan, biting my lip hard. I feel myself stretching; the burn is so delicious, the intensity driving me to the edge until all I want is more. Ineedmore.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Axel hisses, his hands gripping my hips as he slowly eases in. “Let me hear you, Willow. I love it when you can’t hold back those sounds.”

The pleasure and the thrill of danger drive me wild. I nod, still adjusting to his thickness, knowing my cries will echo in the room just like last time—another reckless indulgence we can’t seem to resist.

He pauses, fully sheathed inside me, giving me a moment to acclimate. I can feel his heartbeat against my back.

“You ready?”

I want to nod, to beg him to move, but I hold myself still. This moment, tension, and anticipation are all part of the pleasure.

He begins to move, his hips slowly withdrawing, then thrusting forward with controlled power. I gasp at the sensation, the fullness, the exquisite drag of his shaft against my ass’s walls.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, his voice raw. “You feel so damn good, Willow.”

I shut my eyes, surrendering to every sensation, to his dominance. He sets a steady rhythm, his hips moving with purpose, his shaft plunging deep. My body moves with his, our rhythm growing in sync as he fucks me into the desk.

My skin is flushed and slick with sweat, and I feel unbelievably aroused. My fingers grip the edge of the desk, my knuckles white with the force of my grip as I hold on through the escalating pleasure. My body craves more, every thrust sending waves of delight ripping through me.

Axel’s hand finds mine, his fingers threading through mine as he continues to thrust, his pace quickening. “You like this?” he asks.

I can’t speak, my breath stolen by the pleasure of his thick cock moving inside me. I feel full, complete, and consumed by the rawness of the act.

“Harder,” I plead, the word escaping my lips unbidden.

---