Chapter 58: The Power She Has Over Him (18+)

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: The Power She Has Over Him (18+)

"Iris." His voice had gone rough at the edges.

"Mm?" She kept her eyes on his face, watched the way it shifted when she adjusted her grip. She had done her research.

A week of desperate sleepless nights in Spokane, touching herself and thinking about him, had apparently been supplemented by an amount of educational pornographic movies, she was choosing not to account for precisely.

But she watched his face change—the raw hunger written across his face because of her, and she thought: ’I did that’.... She specifically...with her hands. And the knowledge of it was dizzying. "You were saying?"

Then he made that sound that rumbled deep in his throat and suddenly, he gripped her thighs, nudging them apart further and he guided the head of his hard cock to her entrance, his eyes searching hers.

"Tell me if anything hurts," he murmured.

"I’m not a virgin anymore, Alexander. I’m fine. Last time—"

"Last time was last time." He tipped her chin up. "I want to know about now, because I know, with the way I am now...I might not be gentle."

"I’ll tell you," she whispered.

With one powerful, singular thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.

"OH! Ahhh!" Iris screamed, her head tossing back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He filled her completely, stretching her walls to their limit.

This wasn’t the patient assembly of their first time. This was raw. This was heated. He began to pump into her with a rhythmic, brutal intensity.

With every thrust of his came a cry in return which was sweeter than anything he had ever heard before, it was music to his ears.

"Wrap your legs around my waist Iris, " he said, with his hands to her waist, bringing her closer to him and she locked her legs around him.

One hand gripped on her thigh and the other one held her waist in place, feeling her tightness around him. Every time Alexander pushed himself inside her, it only left Iris breathless.

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Iris’s moans and her sighs escaped her lips, while he grunted everytime he thrusted into her. His hands roamed on her body, feeling her back and the curves around her body.

He fondled and squeezed her breasts, entangling his hand in her open hair, he pulled her head back for a kiss. Feeling her muffled moans that turned him harder as he pushed himself relentlessly into her.

A Slap, slap, Slap sound filling the room....the sound of their flesh colliding echoed in the soundproofed room.

"Tell me," he groaned, his voice a guttural rasp. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You... ah! You! Alexander!" she wailed, her body shaking with every deep plunge.

"Goddess, Iris....you feel...." He exhaled against her neck, rough and unguarded.

"Don’t stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop!"

The growl in his chest deepened. He pressed his mouth to her throat, to the mark at her shoulder, and the sensation that bloomed from that specific contact ran through her like electricity through water, and she cried out at a volume that was good the room was soundproofed for.

"I’m not going anywhere."

He pulled out of her completely and he shifted her suddenly, flipping her body over on the desk so she was on all fours.

He gripped her hips, his fingers bruising her pale skin, positioning himself back to her entrance, and slammed into her from behind. He hit her G-spot with every thrust, sending jolts of electricity up her spine.

The continuous sound of skin against skin filled the quiet office, it was rhythmic and explicit, and she felt every stroke in her spine, in her thighs, in the walls of her throat. His grip on her hips tightened. His rhythm built.

Alexander continued thrusting into her. She gasped, her lips parting and her hands tightly clutching the edge of the desk. He pulled out of her halfway, his movements slow before thrusting himself back into her.

The slow movements had her desiring him more and more, with every thrust that pushed her to a higher space which she had only been dreaming and imagining about since the last few days that he last made love to her in his penthouse.

‎"Ah! " Iris cried when Alexander pushed himself further before moving his hips in a way to create a circular movement that had her hands and toes curling.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he hissed, his breathing coming in heavy, ragged bursts. "Mmm, yes... take it all."

Iris was lost in a haze of pleasure, her breasts swinging as he hammered into her. She could feel the raw power in him, an intensity that felt superhuman.

He fucked her.....that was the honest word for it....not made love, not had sex, fucked her, raw and deep and thorough.

His hips snapping forward and his hands gripping her and one hand moving to her breast, her nipple, rolling and squeezing while he drove into her from behind.

She had the desk to brace against and she used it, pushing back into each thrust, the slap of skin and the sound of her own voice filling the soundproofed room at a volume she was beyond being self-conscious about.

"Oh God....yes...harder..."

He gave her harder. His hand left her breast and came down to the front of her hip, tilted her angle slightly, and the new position made her gasp so sharply she went up on her toes.

He found a spot that made her see stars and held to it with the same targeted patience he’d applied to everything else, and she was crying his name and gripping the desk and she heard him growl behind her in low sounds.

It was rough and rhythmic, that growl beneath his breath that vibrated in her sternum, and she was aware of something wild in him, something barely contained.

With another powerful thrust, she came undone the second time like something cresting, like a long rolling wave that built from her hips and spread outward, her whole body shaking with it, her arms giving out so that she dropped to her elbows.

He held her through the peak of it, his pace not relenting, drawing it out, extending the sensation until she was shaking and oversensitive and pulling weakly at his forearm.

As the climax built, Alexander let out a triumphant roar, his body stiffening as he shot deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed.

Iris collapsed onto the desk, sobbing softly in the afterglow. Alexander wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest.

His breathing was rough at her ear. She could feel his heart going hard and fast. He pressed his mouth to her shoulder...to the mark....and left it there a moment.

For a fleeting second, his eyes glowed with a possessive, red hue, though Iris was too dazed to notice.

"You’re not going anywhere this semester, Iris," he whispered, kissing her shoulder. "You’re mine."

He didn’t let her recover. He carried her...she was only dimly aware of the logistics...to the chair behind the desk... to his large executive chair and sat, pulling her to straddle him.

"Are you alright?" Alexander asked her.

"Yeah, I just need a minute." she managed eventually, into his shoulder.

"Take your time." he said while rubbing her back gently.

Iris braced her hands on the armrests and rolled her hips, eliciting a sound from him that was entirely unguarded.

She laughed suddenly, it was unexpected and genuine...and felt him huff something against her hair that was definitely a laugh, quiet and real and surprisingly uncomplicated, and she thought that was perhaps the most intimate thing that had happened in the last hour, which had contained a significant amount of intimacy.

Iris stayed straddling him, her thighs trembling from the aftershocks. Alexander’s cock was still buried deep inside her, pulsing with every heartbeat. She could feel every thick inch stretching her open, the way her pussy clenched around him like it never wanted to let go.

She felt him go hard and bigger inside her again, and so she leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep, tasting herself on his tongue from earlier. When she pulled back, she kept her eyes locked on his.

"I want you to come inside me again," she whispered. "Right here. On your chair."

Alexander’s hands slid down to grip her ass. His hips rolled up once, slow and deliberate, making her gasp as his cock dragged against her sensitive walls.

"Then ride me," he growled. "Show me how much you want it."

Iris braced her hands on his chest and started moving again. This time she didn’t hold back.

"Like this," he said, his hands guiding her hips, showing her the best way to ride him.

But Iris didn’t need the lesson from him much, a week of watching porn was the best teacher for her. Soon she found the rhythm herself and felt the moment it clicked—the angle, the depth, the particular sensation of being entirely in control of a man who was twice her size and fully capable of taking that control back and choosing not to—and something in her lit up with it..