Page 42 of The Bonventi Rise
There's a pause, and I pray she doesn't try to open the door. "Okay, see you tomorrow."
I hear her footsteps retreating, and then Marco picks up his pace again, fucking me so hard I swear the desk is moving.
I moan as his thrusts become deeper and deeper.
He reaches back around and starts rubbing my clit in a circular motion that makes anything but coming impossible. My body reacts instantly, pleasure spiraling higher with each stroke.
"Come for me, Firefly," he growls, his voice rough and low.
My hair flies up and down in front of my face as I breathe heavily. He's entered into a perfect rhythm of thrusts and rubbing that I start to feel my body tense up. The fire in my core grows hotter, more intense. It starts at my feet and slowly works its way up. I hear him starting to make noises as I clench around his cock, my body preparing to erupt.
"Don't stop, don't stop," I say as he continues.
My vision blurs, and pure lust and desire overtake every inch of me. I feel like I've coiled into a ball, and suddenly—I shatter.
My body convulses around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He slows his pace, allowing me to ride out one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced.
"That's it," he says as he gently slaps me on the ass. "That's my girl."
Before I can recover, he picks up his pace again. His thrusts are deeper, harder, pushing me toward another peak even as my body quivers from the first.
"I'm going to come, Firefly," he growls, his voice rough with need.
"Yes, sir," I breathe, clenching around him, wanting to feel him fall apart with me.
The second wave comes over me much faster, and before I even know it, I'm coming around his cock again, panting.
"I'm coming," he growls.
I feel his hips stuttering, and then he's coming too, his cock twitching inside me as he spills into me, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know there'll be bruises tomorrow.
He collapses over me, his chest heaving, and I feel his lips against my shoulder, soft and gentle now.
"You're amazing, Alina," he murmurs, and we both shake from the aftershocks of our orgasms.
He straightens, unties my wrists, and gently rubs the marks left by the tie. I turn to face him, my body still trembling, and he cups my face in his hands.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you surrender to me, Firefly."
I smile and kiss him.
This is new territory for me—surrendering control, calling him Sir, letting him dominate me completely. Part of me wonders if I should be worried about how naturally it came, how right it felt to submit to him. I've always been the one in control, managing every aspect of my life, but with Marco, it's different.
I touch the marks on my wrists, still feeling the phantom sensation of his tie binding them. "I've never..." I pause, hesitating. "I've never let anyone take control like that before."
His expression softens slightly. "And how did it feel?"
"Freeing," I admit, surprising myself with my honesty as I get dressed. "A little nervous at first, but also right, if that makes sense? Like I could just let go and trust you to catch me."
He helps button up my blouse. "That's exactly what this is about, Firefly. Trust. Control. Surrender." His thumb traces my bottom lip. "And you were perfect."
I lean into his touch, my mind still processing everything that just happened. Our relationship has shifted—evolved into something I never expected but now can't imagine livingwithout. The campaign, our arrangement, the complications—they all seem distant compared to this new dynamic between us in this moment.
"So what happens now?" I ask.
His smile is pure sin. "Now? You're mine, so this is just the beginning."
The promise in his voice makes me weak in the knees, and I realize I'm already addicted to this feeling—to him, and I want everything he's offering.
