Page 30 of Sexted By a Stranger
Her breath hitched, sharp and quick.
I leaned down, my lips scorching against the tender skin of her neck, trailing slow, deliberate kisses until I reached her sensitive earlobe, capturing it gently between my lips.
Her body jolted, her ear flushing a deep crimson. She turned her head, trying to pull away, her voice trembling. "Y-you, let me go. The files—"
"Files?" I chuckled low, my hand's exploration no longer content with just her waist. It slid up her taut spine, finally cupping the soft, warm swell of her breast.
"Forget about them," I murmured, tightening my grip, savoring the maddening feel of her. "What matters is this… just you and me."
A stifled whimper escaped her, and her body melted, collapsing against me like all her strength had been sapped, turning to liquid in my arms.
Her surrender lit a fire in me.
I tightened my hold, and she turned her head, her amber eyes reflecting me clearly, shimmering with unshed tears. Her cheeks burned red, lips parted slightly, like rose petals begging to be plucked.
"Look at me, Sheila," I said, brushing my thumb over her soft lower lip, locking onto her dazed gaze. "Let's have some fun."
I didn't give her a chance to respond, crushing my lips against hers in a fierce kiss.
Scooping her up, I pressed her onto the wide desk. Papers and pens clattered to the floor. Before she could react, I pushed her down, her back meeting the cold surface with a soft thud. In one swift motion, I yanked off my tie, binding her wrists together above her head with a firm knot.
She gasped, her hazy eyes flaring with panic. "Luca. W-what are you doing?" She squirmed, but I caught her easily, pinning her in place.
My fingers traced the delicate skin of her inner wrists, feeling her tremble. "Shh…" I whispered, leaning close. "Let me show you what a tie's really for."
Her cheeks burned brighter, lips parted as she panted, her chest heaving with every breath.
Fuck, that's it. Vulnerable yet defiant. Pure yet intoxicating.
She was mine—my own breathtaking masterpiece.
I leaned over her, pinning her bound wrists above her head, her body open to my storm of kisses and touches. Her whimpers and broken gasps wove together into the sweetest symphony.Her deep chestnut hair spilled across the surface like fine silk, her eyes glassy, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in sensation.
Chapter 10
Sheila
I lowered my voice, a hint of fear creeping in. "What if someone comes in? Or-or hears us?" My cheeks flushed a deep crimson, lips parted, my breaths coming fast, my chest heaving under my tight white blouse, outlining every curve.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing my earlobe as he whispered, "Shh… wouldn't that make it more fun?" His tone was teasing, drawling. "Picture it, Sheila—someone pushing that door open, seeing you like this, sprawled on my desk, hands tied, face flushed. Or hearing those little sounds you make." My body shivered, my eyes flashing with a mix of shame and defiance, but a faint spark of anticipation betrayed me, like his words had lit a hidden fuse.
He paused deliberately, his fingers grazing the soft skin inside my wrists, feeling my pulse quicken under his touch. "Nervous?" he chuckled, leaning close to my ear.
My blush deepened, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back my reaction. His hands moved to my bra, untying it, my chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, straining against the fabric.He leaned down, his lips brushing my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and a faint red mark.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my body tensing, caught between fear and the thrill. His kisses trailed to my collarbone, his teeth grazing lightly, tongue teasing until I let out a soft moan, quickly stifled, terrified it would carry beyond the door.
He pulled back, and I felt his gaze on me. He reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a black silk blindfold. My eyes widened, a flash of panic giving way to curiosity. "What's that?" I started, but he didn't let me finish, gently placing the blindfold over my eyes and tying it snugly behind my head. "Relax, babe," he said softly. "Just feel."
The blindfold plunged me into darkness, heightening my senses. My breathing grew faster, like I could hear my own heartbeat.
I shuddered, a soft whimper escaping. He pushed my skirt up to my waist, revealing my legs and panties. His fingers traced my inner thighs, the heat radiating from my skin. I trembled, whispering, "Luca, please." He chuckled, leaning down to kiss the edge of my panties, his teeth grazing the fabric before slowly pulling it down. I gasped, my body arching, caught between anticipation and fear.
He slid my panties off, tossing them aside, his eyes raking over my exposed body. He leaned down, his lips brushing my most intimate spot. I gasped sharply, my bound hands tugging against the tie, the friction making a faint rustle. His tongue explored slowly, savoring me, and I trembled with each touch. He alternated between soft licks and firmer pressure, circling my most sensitive spot, his hands gripping my hips to keep me from squirming. My moans grew louder, broken and desperate, though I tried to muffle them, terrified the sound would carry.
He quickened his pace, his tongue hitting my sweet spot with precision. My body tensed, and I cried out his name, my climaxcrashing over me like a tidal wave. My legs shook, hips lifting toward him, and he held me steady until I collapsed, limp on the desk.
He stood, untying my wrists and rubbing the red marks gently. My cheeks were still flushed beneath the blindfold. He removed it, and I blinked, adjusting to the light. He pulled me up to sit, guiding me to kneel on the carpet beside the desk. My breath was still uneven, my lips parted. He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall, revealing his already hard desire. I couldn’t stop my gaze from flicking to it with a mix of shyness and hunger.
