"Warning: This chapter contains mature content, including explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised. If you're uncomfortable with smut, please skip to the next chapter."
The next morning, Nyx stirred awake, her body still humming with the aftermath of last night. Her cheeks flushed at the memories the way Raphael had claimed her, the way he'd made her submit so easily.
Stretching, she slipped out of bed, her legs slightly wobbly, and made her way to the bathroom.
After a long, steamy shower, she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and padded to the kitchen. But just as she reached the fridge, she noticed a crisp white note stuck to the door.
Curious, she plucked it off and read the bold, commanding handwriting.
> Come to my office, pet. Don't keep me waiting.
– R
Nyx bit her lip, excitement thrumming through her veins. She knew exactly what she wanted to do.
A mischievous smile curved her lips as she grabbed her bag and headed straight for Raphael's company a global empire that produced and shipped high-end sex toys.
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Under the Desk
The moment Nyx entered Raphael's office, she took in the massive mahogany desk, the sleek leather chair, and the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.
A wicked idea sparked in her mind.
Raphael wasn't in the office yet. His assistant had informed her he was in a meeting and would be back soon.
Perfect.
Moving swiftly, Nyx slipped beneath his desk, tucking herself neatly into the shadows.
Minutes later, the door swung open.
Raphael entered, his powerful presence filling the room as he strode toward his desk. Dressed in his tailored suit, he radiated authority, his expression unreadable as he lowered himself into his chair.
The deep timbre of his voice filled the space as he resumed his virtual meeting.
Nyx watched, heart pounding with anticipation.
Then, she moved.
Carefully, she reached up and eased Raphael's zipper down, her fingers brushing against his growing arousal.
His body tensed immediately, though his voice didn't falter.
Nyx smirked.
Slowly, she freed his cock from the confines of his slacks, her eyes widening at the sheer size of him. He was already thick, hot, and pulsing against her palm.
Keeping her movements quiet, she leaned in and dragged her tongue along the swollen head, tasting the salty bead of precum.
Raphael's breath hitched.
Still, he continued his meeting, though his fingers curled tightly around the armrests of his chair.
Nyx took her time, teasing him.
She swirled her tongue around the tip, then licked a slow, torturous path down his shaft before taking him deeper into her mouth.
Raphael exhaled sharply, his thighs flexing beneath her.
She knew he was trying to stay composed, to keep his focus on the conversation happening above her.
But Nyx had no intention of making it easy for him.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper, letting him slide along her tongue until he nudged the back of her throat.
Raphael let out a low, barely audible groan, his fingers tightening on the desk.
Sweat beaded on his forehead.
His business partners, completely unaware of what was happening beneath the desk, were talking about expansion plans and international shipments.
Raphael forced himself to nod, to respond, but his voice was tight.
Nyx grinned against his cock.
She began bobbing her head, taking him faster, deeper, letting the lewd, wet sounds fill the space beneath the desk.
Raphael's breathing grew ragged.
Then, suddenly, his hand shot down, fingers tangling in her hair.
His grip was tight, controlling.
"You're playing a dangerous game, little one," he murmured lowly, his voice filled with warning.
Nyx only moaned around him, sending vibrations through his length.
Raphael's control snapped.
His grip tightened, and he began thrusting into her mouth, using her like the perfect, obedient toy she was.
"Fuck," he gritted out, his pace growing rougher, more desperate.
His other hand clenched into a fist on the desk, his entire body rigid with restraint.
Nyx could feel him getting close.
His cock throbbed against her tongue, his thighs tense as he fought to keep his composure.
Then..
One of the executives on the screen frowned.
"Sir, are you alright? You look… feverish."
Raphael's jaw clenched.
"I'm fine," he bit out. "Continue."
But Nyx had no mercy.
She swallowed around him, tightening her throat, her hands sliding up his thighs to hold him down.
Raphael's control shattered.
With a deep, guttural growl, he thrust one final time, spilling into her mouth, his release thick and hot as he held her in place.
Nyx swallowed some, letting the rest coat her tongue.
Raphael leaned back, his breath ragged, his entire body thrumming with aftershocks.
Slowly, she crawled out from beneath the desk, licking her lips.
His eyes, dark, predatory, locked onto her.
"You're in for a big deal, pet."
Before Nyx could even react, Raphael grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the hidden door at the back of his office.
Nyx barely had time to catch her breath before Raphael's fingers curled around her wrist, dragging her into the private playroom attached to his office. The moment the heavy door shut behind them, locking out the world, she knew she was in for a long, merciless lesson in submission.
Her heart pounded as she took in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the black leather furniture. Chains hung neatly on the wall, alongside various implements designed for pleasure and pain. But what caught her attention was the table in the center of the room, covered in neatly arranged bottles, ice cubes in a glass, and a large pillar candle with golden wax pooling at the top.
Raphael turned to her, his piercing gaze locking onto her trembling frame. A smirk curved his lips.
"You wanted to play dirty, little one?" His deep voice sent shivers down her spine.
Nyx swallowed, her throat dry as she nodded. She had provoked him, knowing full well what kind of punishment awaited her.
"Strip," he ordered, his tone calm but laced with authority.
Her fingers trembled as she obeyed, peeling away her clothes until she stood bare before him, the cool air of the room prickling against her heated skin.
Raphael stepped closer, tilting her chin up with two fingers. "Color?"
"Green, Master."
Approval flickered in his dark eyes. He guided her backward until her legs hit the edge of the table.
"Lie down. Hands above your head."
She complied, her body stretched out on the smooth surface, completely at his mercy. Leather cuffs secured her wrists to the head of the table, a silent reminder of who was in control.
Then, without warning, cold metal touched her inner thigh.
She gasped, arching slightly as Raphael dragged the back of a silver spoon up her skin, the contrast of the metal against her warmth making her squirm.
"Sensitive already?" He chuckled darkly.
Her breath hitched when he replaced the spoon with something even colder an ice cube pressed against the peak of her breast. She let out a sharp cry as the melting ice was slowly rolled over her nipple, a stark contrast to the heat building between her legs.
Raphael leaned down, his warm mouth following the icy trail, swirling his tongue around her hardened bud, before sucking it deep into his mouth.
"Master," she whimpered, her hips bucking slightly.
But he wasn't done.
He reached for the candle, tilting it just enough for the first drop of melted wax to fall onto her skin.
"Ah!" Nyx jolted, the sting sharp, but it quickly morphed into a delicious heat.
Another drop landed just above her breast, then another on her stomach. Raphael watched her every reaction, testing her limits, painting her body with molten heat.
"So beautiful," he murmured, his fingers smearing the cooling wax over her sensitive skin.
Then, he flipped her over.
Her breath came in shallow pants as she felt the heat drip onto the curve of her ass, her lower back, her thighs. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, and yet, she craved more.
Raphael's fingers dipped between her thighs, teasing but never giving her what she needed.
"You're soaked, little one. Did the pain turn you on?"
Nyx moaned in response, pushing her hips back, seeking more friction.
A sharp slap to her thigh made her yelp.
"Use your words."
"Yes, Master… so much."
His fingers spread her folds, rubbing slow, torturous circles over her most sensitive spot.
And just when she thought he'd give her release he stopped.
Instead, he leaned down, his tongue replacing his fingers. The warmth of his mouth against the cool wax left her trembling. He sucked, licked, and nibbled, bringing her to the edge over and over again.
Just when she was about to break, he finally gave in.
His fingers plunged inside her, curling to hit the spot that had her sobbing in pleasure.
"Come for me, pet."
And with a final, deep thrust, she did.
Her body shook violently, waves of ecstasy crashing over her. But before she could recover, Raphael was already preparing for the next round.
"Oh, Nyx… I hope you didn't think we were done."
Nyx barely had time to recover, her body still trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. Her wrists ached slightly from being restrained, but the delicious burn in her thighs and the lingering warmth of the wax on her skin kept her floating in a haze of submission.
She should have known Raphael wasn't done with her.
He stepped back, watching her with a predatory gaze as she panted, chest rising and falling. His cock stood thick and heavy, glistening at the tip, evidence of just how much he enjoyed breaking her apart.
But Raphael wasn't one to be satisfied so easily.
"Turn around, hands on the floor."
Nyx blinked, dazed, but obediently did as she was told. Now, she was on all fours, ass up, her face pressed against the cool floor, completely exposed to him.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his throat.
"You look so fucking perfect like this, pet."
He ran a teasing finger between her folds, spreading her slickness. She shivered, whimpering when he slapped her ass not hard, but enough to make her moan.
"Dripping. And I've barely touched you."
Raphael reached for another ice cube, pressing it against her already overstimulated clit.
Nyx jerked forward with a strangled cry. The shocking contrast of heat and cold sent her spiraling.
He rubbed it slowly, circling her swollen bud, then sliding the melting ice down between her folds, teasing her entrance.
"Too much?" Raphael mused, dragging the ice further down, pressing it against her tightest hole.
Nyx shuddered, her breath ragged. "Master, please.."
"Please what, little one?" he cooed, smearing the melted ice across her sensitive skin.
Her fingers curled into the floor. "Please… more."
Raphael groaned, gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her.
But instead of pushing inside, he slid his cock between her slick folds, rubbing it against her clit, coating himself in her wetness.
He thrust slowly, fucking her folds, teasing her entrance but never breaching it. The friction, the heat, the sheer torture of feeling his cock rub against her without sinking in had her screaming in frustration.
"Mmm, such a needy little thing," Raphael murmured, grinding against her harder.
The pleasure was maddening. Her thighs trembled, her body begging for release again, but he wasn't letting her have it, not yet.
Then, without warning, he pulled back and flipped her onto her back.
His strong hands grabbed her under her thighs, lifting her onto the counter.
The cold surface made her gasp, but the shock was nothing compared to what came next.
Raphael spread her legs wide apart, exposing her completely, and leaned down.
His tongue flicked against her swollen clit.
Nyx gasped, arching against him, but he held her down, locking her in place.
"Stay still."
And then he devoured her.
His tongue worked her mercilessly, licking, sucking, circling her sensitive nub, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
But he didn't stop there.
One hand reached for the candle again, and while his mouth was still laving attention to her, he tilted it.
A drop of hot wax landed directly on her hardened nipple.
Nyx screamed in pleasure, her back arching off the counter, but Raphael's hand pressed her back down, keeping her in place.
"You take pain so beautifully, pet," he praised, licking up her slickness while another drop of wax kissed her other nipple.
She was drowning in sensation. The heat of the wax, the cold of the counter, the relentless strokes of his tongue it was too much.
But Raphael wasn't done.
He reached for his cock, stroking himself as he watched her fall apart beneath him.
"Look at me."
Nyx's dazed eyes fluttered open, locking onto the sinful sight of him pumping his thick length, his abs tensing with each slow stroke.
She licked her lips instinctively.
His gaze darkened. "You want to taste?"
She nodded, breathless.
Raphael smirked. "Then on your knees, little one."
He pulled her off the counter, guiding her down onto the floor in front of him.
Nyx looked up at him with wide, needy eyes before leaning forward, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to the tip.
Raphael sucked in a breath.
Encouraged, she wrapped her lips around him, taking him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked.
"Fuck, yes."
His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her pace. Slow at first, then faster, rougher.
"Throat me, pet."
Nyx obeyed, letting him push deeper until he hit the back of her throat. Tears pricked her eyes, but the way he groaned above her, the way his grip tightened in her hair it was worth it.
Raphael's hips thrust forward, fucking her mouth until he lost control.
His breathing turned ragged, his muscles tensed.
"Swallow it, all of it."
With a final deep thrust, he came. Hot, thick ropes of cum spilled onto her tongue.