Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Zana

I saunter naked through the opulent penthouse, relishing the lush carpets between my toes and the cool marble against my skin. This first month living with X has been pure bliss.

"Looking gorgeous as always, my love," X purrs appreciatively as I enter the living room. His emerald eyes rake hungrily over my curvy figure.

"You're not so bad yourself, handsome." I wink flirtatiously. "Though I must say, you look even better without clothes."

X chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that sends shivers down my spine. In a flash, he strips off his shirt, revealing his sculpted green chest. "As my lady commands."

I bite my lip, drinking in his godlike physique. The past weeks have been a whirlwind of passion as we explored every inch of each other, christening every available surface in our lavish love nest. The vampires who previously owned this building thoughtfully ensured no sunshine would ever penetrate - which I've interpreted as an open invitation to spend my days gloriously nude, much to X's delight.

X stalks towards me, a predatory glint in his eyes. "I have a reward for you, my diligent mate. You've been working so hard lately."

I gasp as he reveals a glittering jeweled butt plug. My core clenches at the thought of the exquisite fullness.

"Bend over, love. Let me put this in you," X commands huskily.

Eagerly, I present myself, quivering with need. X parts my cheeks and slowly, torturously works the plug inside. I moan shamelessly as it settles deep within me.

"Perfect," he growls. "Now, off to work with you. And if you're a good girl, there will be more rewards later."

I can scarcely think straight, my mind clouded with lust, the plug shifting deliciously as I walk to the elevator. To think I used to dread going into the office! But when your commute is just a short ride upstairs and your boss incentivizes productivity with mind-blowing orgasms, well...suddenly on-site work has its perks.

As the elevator dings, I squeeze my thighs together, trying to focus despite the plug teasing my sensitive flesh. Just a few reports to deliver, then I can return to our decadent den of desire. I've never known such joy, such utter satisfaction in both my work and personal life.

And the best part? The workday has only just begun...

The walk from the elevator to X's office feels interminable, each step jostling the plug nestled snugly inside me. By the time I reach his door, I'm practically panting with need. I take a steadying breath and knock.

"Enter," X's deep voice commands.

I step inside to find him on the phone, his powerful frame silhouetted against the expansive windows. He meets my gaze, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in my flushed cheeks and heaving chest. With a curt farewell, he ends the call.

"Zana," he purrs, stalking towards me. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I brandish the stack of reports, trying to keep my voice level. "I need your approval on a few things."

X smirks, closing the distance between us. "Sweetheart, you have my approval on everything."

I laugh breathlessly, determined to maintain some semblance of professionalism. "Be serious! I need you to sign these reports."

He arches a brow. "I'd rather have you spread out on my desk."

Heat floods my core at his words. Biting back a moan, I roll my eyes. "You're incorrigible."

But X dutifully takes the reports, scrawling his signature on each one. As I move to collect them, he catches my wrist, pulling me flush against his muscular frame.

"All work and no play makes for a very dull day," he murmurs, nuzzling my neck.

I shiver as his hand skims down my spine to cup my rear, toying with the base of the plug. "X..." I whimper.

"Shh, let me reward you."

In one swift motion, he bends me over the desk. I hear the rustle of fabric, then feel his fingers delving into my slick folds.

"So wet for me already," he groans appreciatively. "Such a good girl."

I keen as he works me with expert precision, stoking the fire within me to a feverish blaze. Just as I'm teetering on the edge, he sheathes himself inside me with one powerful thrust.

"Yes!" I cry out, seeing stars.

X sets a relentless pace, pounding into me. "You take me so well, love. So tight and hot. I can't wait to knot this perfect little cunt."

His filthy praise sends me hurtling over the precipice. I come with a wordless scream of rapture, my walls clenching around him. With a guttural growl, X follows me into bliss.

As I collapse against the desk, X brushes a tender kiss to my shoulder. "Best meeting of the day."

I laugh weakly, utterly satisfied. "Just wait for the afternoon agenda..."

X helps me up and turns me to face him, his emerald eyes glinting with mischief. "Speaking of the agenda, I have a gift for you." He reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out an unusual-looking device.

My eyes widen as I take in the three-pronged dildo - one for my pussy, one for my ass, and a third that curves around to cup my clit. "What in the world...?"

"A present from my aquatic associates," X explains with a smirk. "They're quite fond of tentacles, you know. This clever contraption is intuitive, able to customize its fit to the user's... intimate specifications."

I gulp, equal parts intrigued and intimidated. "How does it work?"

In answer, X slips a sleek ring onto his index finger. "I control it with this."

Before I can question further, he swipes his thumb over the ring's surface. Instantly, the toy springs to life, its prongs undulating and pulsing.

"Oh!" I gasp as X presses it against my core, the toy molding perfectly to my contours. Pleasure radiates through me in dizzying waves and my knees nearly buckle from the intensity.

X catches me, holding me flush against his solid chest as I tremble and moan. "That's it, love. Just let go. Let me take care of you," he urges, his deep voice penetrating the haze of sensation.

I surrender to the ecstasy, clinging to him desperately, my fingers curling into his suit jacket. The world narrows to the pulsing between my legs, each throb sending me higher.

"Please," I whimper, not even knowing what I'm begging for.

"I've got you." X's arm tightens around me as he intensifies the toy's motions.

Lightning races up my spine and detonates into a cataclysmic orgasm. I cry out brokenly, my body convulsing against X as rapture consumes me.

In the aftermath, I sag limply in his embrace, aftershocks still shuddering through me. X kisses my hair, his ring hand caressing my hip soothingly.

"Good girl," he croons. "You're so responsive, so perfect. I'm going to have such fun playing with you..."

I shiver at the dark promise in his words, yearning and trepidation twining through me. Heaven help me, I'm utterly at this male's mercy... and I've never craved anything more.

I'm left quaking as X lays me out on his desk, deftly removing the toy and plunging inside me with a satisfying squelch. He groans as he bottoms out against me. "I could die just like this," he says huskily.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't," I manage breathlessly, still riding the high of my climax. "At least not until you get me off again." Impertinence is my default when I'm overwhelmed.

X ticks his eyebrow up, giving me that confident smirk that I know will be the end of me. "What my mate wants, she gets."

He places a demure kiss on my ankle, a startling contrast to the wicked glint in his eyes, before plowing into me with renewed vigor. The delicious friction alone builds the pleasure within me rapidly, stoking the embers into an inferno.

But evidently, that's not fast enough for X. Reaching between us, he presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing me in time to his pistoning hips. There's no question I'll be coming fast and hard under his skillful ministrations.

"That's it, love," he coaxes, his voice a sinful caress. "Let go for me. I want to feel you squeezing my cock like a vice."

His filthy words and relentless stimulation send me careening over the edge. My orgasm seizes my body in its grip, bowing my spine as I keen my ecstasy. I scrabble for purchase on the desk, white-knuckling the edge as pure bliss crashes over me in unrelenting waves.

X doesn't let up, fucking me through it mercilessly, prolonging my peak until I'm nothing but sensation. I'm vaguely aware of his answering groan as I clench around him rhythmically, milking his thick length.

"So perfect," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "You take my cock so well. You were made for me."

The possessive edge to his tone, coupled with one last clever flick to my clit, has me shattering anew with a ragged scream, my release so intense it borders on pain. X follows me over, his bruising grip on my hips the only thing keeping me anchored as he spills himself deep inside me with a guttural shout of his own.

In the aftermath, we collapse together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, struggling to catch our breath. X's weight is a welcome burden, pressing me into the hard surface of his desk. I feel utterly wrecked in the best possible way, my mind blissfully empty.

"Mmm, I could get used to this," I mumble languidly, running my fingers through X's damp hair.

He lifts his head to smirk at me, still lodged to the hilt inside me. "Oh, you will, love. Trust me, we're just getting started..."

I shiver at the vow, knowing he'll be true to his word. I should probably be worried... but honestly, death by orgasm seems like a fantastic way to go. Bring it on.

Xnaurl picks up the pace, driving into me with unrelenting force. My body goes limp, utterly wrecked by the onslaught of pleasure. In one swift motion, he flips me over, plunging back inside from behind. His girth stretches me deliciously and I swear he feels even harder, thicker than before.

"X, you're so big," I moan, gripping the edge of the desk. "I don't know how much more I can take."

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, I think you can handle plenty more, baby. And you're going to love every second of it."

His knot begins nudging insistently at my entrance with each deep thrust. I feel empty, aching to be filled completely by him. The desire consumes me and I can't hold back any longer.

"Please, X," I beg shamelessly. "Give me your knot. I need it so badly."

"Mmm, since you asked so nicely..."

With a final powerful surge of his hips, Xnaurl lodges his massive knot inside me. It notches snugly behind my pelvic bone, stretching me impossibly full. I'm so stuffed I can barely breathe. Tremors wrack my body as another earth-shattering orgasm crashes over me in unrelenting waves.

Desperately needing an anchor, I palm my breast, kneading and tugging the sensitive flesh. Each squeeze sends jolts of sensation straight to where we're locked together. I ride out the pulses of my climax, lost to everything but this perfect feeling of absolute completion.

Xnaurl's heavy breath caresses the back of my neck as he hugs me tightly to his muscular chest. We melt together into his plush office chair, my legs wantonly splayed on either side of his thick green thighs.

His large hand cups my neglected breast possessively while the other lightly pets the sticky mess between my quivering legs. Clawed fingers gently brush over where we're intimately joined, still pulsing with lingering aftershocks of pleasure.

A deep, contented purr rumbles in his broad chest, vibrating against my back. The smug satisfaction is practically radiating off him. I can't even bring myself to care about the debauched picture we must make right now. Let the whole office walk in and see how thoroughly he's claimed me, marked me as his. Nothing else matters when I'm blissed out in his arms like this.

As the intensity slowly ebbs, Xnaurl's knot eventually softens enough to slip free with a gush of our combined release. To my delighted surprise, his impressive erection hasn't flagged at all. He's still rock hard and ready for more.

"I'm not done with you yet," he growls playfully, nipping at my earlobe.

Before I can reply, he lifts my pliant body and repositions us. I find myself bent over the arm of the chair, my sensitive nipples dragging against the leather. X notches the thick head of his cock against the furled bud of my ass and pushes inside with a drawn-out groan.

"Fuck, you're always so tight," he grunts as he hilts himself fully in my back channel.

I whimper at the burning stretch, arching instinctively into the intrusion. X reaches around to firmly rub my swollen clit with clever fingers, sending sparks of pleasure-pain ricocheting through my nerves. At the same time, he plunges two thick digits knuckle-deep into my gaping, fluttering cunt.

"X!" I keen helplessly, simultaneously stuffed full and achingly empty. He pistons his hips languidly, thrusting in counterpoint to his pumping fingers. The dual stimulation is too much and I'm flying again, inner muscles clamping down on his wonderfully invasive touch.

When I finally drift back down to earth, X gathers me into his arms and carries me to his private executive bathroom. He turns on the rainfall shower and steps under the steamy spray with me still clinging to him like a limpet.

The water sluices over our entwined bodies as he gently cleans me with soft washcloths, worshipping every inch of my skin. I sag bonelessly against his sturdy frame, completely sated and soaking up his tender ministrations.

"Hmm, I could get used to these executive perks," I murmur languidly. "Especially the eye candy." I give his taut ass an appreciative squeeze.

X barks out a laugh and swats my bottom in retaliation. "Careful, you insatiable minx. Keep that up and we'll never leave this shower."

"Promise?" I grin mischievously up at him. He simply shakes his head in fond exasperation and kisses me until the water runs cold.