❝ HANDS OF A CRIMINAL ❞

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Warning: NSFW

"However, isn't it filthy?" He whispered, your eyes widen as you tried to look up at him, but his grip on the back of your head was too strong.

After all, he's your boss and you're just his mere employee, right?

He grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him, where he noticed tears forming in your eyes and a malicious smirk on his face.

"Filthy how I got my dear employee begging for me."

Forbidden.

"But don't worry, I'll take care of that."

All so forbidden.

He then started to hold your cheeks, leaning in as he kissed you deeply, prompting you to grind on his thigh again, but now you can feel how his pants tighten under you, making your clothed entrance throb.

"A-ah~" You gasped as he thrust upwards, making contact with your damp entrance, rubbing harder as the kiss became sloppy. The kiss came to a halt as you both needed more air. Your glistening eyes almost squinted as you stared at him.

His hand then moved from your hip to your thighs, prying them wide while you grind. He then slipped his fingers into your underwear, feeling your wet hole, which was dripping all for him.

"You're soaking." He chuckled.

He collected your juices as he did a circular motion, making your head thrown back. His fingers slid through your slit, entering you slowly with a scissoring motion with his fingers as you arched your back, feeling his hard bulge under you. His breath went heavy, with him getting even harder as your ass was wriggling and squirming, frantically being brushed from the friction.

"Don't move too much." He lowly said that made you flinch on his lap from his strict tone and immediately obeyed. He smirked under his dark demeanor at this hazy moment.

He loves how it's beginning, how his hasty psyche on foggy burst on ecstasy; a few musing lingering on his head how you were wrathing under him, begging for your guilty pleasures; how you would squirm just by each and every thought of him like a gasping canine in heat begging for her superior owner's touch; always so innocent when other workers around, but when it's only you and him alone at his office, it's a different story.

"I-I'm close, please—" You mewl, his fingers only going on a quicker pace, legs shaking on his lap as your grip on his clothes tightened as if your life depends on it.

Feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure, you then came on his fingers. You whimpered in shame, feeling blood rush on your face as you shook uncontrollably on his lap and tears were escaping your eyes, hiding your face on his neck. He looked down at you, smirking, caressing the back of your head as you refused to look straight into his face.

"Came already just by my fingers?" He chuckled, "That's my good fucking girl."

"Hey, eyes on me." He commanded while you only shook your head on his neck, chuckling at your state. He lifted your face, tucking some hair strands behind your ear, hair on your forehead with sweat, all messy just for him, and he enjoyed the sight of it.

"What's all this shyness about?" He whispered.

Fingers moving in and out slowly, you can't help but moan more, especially from his words that drove you insane in heat.

He removed his fingers from your hole, and you clenched at nothing, with a gush still sipping out. He didn't fail to notice that, just the sight alone made him weak. You whined as you felt empty, looking at him with a begging look. Both of you knew that sight alone can make him fold. 

"Shh, I'll make sure to fill you up." He shushed. "We're being impatient now, are we?"

He lifted you up from his lap which shocked you a bit. He placed you on the other side of his desk. He doesn't care about the work papers getting all messy while moving them out of the way. He made you sit on the table as your eyes filled with tears, and all you were wearing was your white button-up shirt that is now unbuttoned and wrinkled.

He inched closer as he looked down at you. You're perplexed about where to look, looking at every surrounding but his piercing eyes. He placed both of his hands on the table, caging you as he leaned over to you to make his eye level with yours. A smirk formed on his lips as he clicked his tongue and poked it on the inside of his cheek.

"You're making me crazy. I never expected that expression to be on your face, never expecting those filthy sounds escaping from that mouth of yours." He said as your lips quivered.

You were still clenching around nothing, leaving you all soaked. You noticed him removing his necktie and placing it around your wrist. Your hands trembled as you stared at the silk cloth wrapped around both of your wrists, cuffing and bounding them.

He held your chin as he began to kiss you again, sloppy and messy, desperately wanting to taste each other. Coming to a halt, you breathed heavily with your chest heaving up and down as you looked up at him. His eyes widened a bit from shock, but were quickly replaced with a cocky grin.

He lowers his head and began putting dark purple marks all over your neck, almost like bruises. Your mouth left filthy whimpering noises. His hand went to your breast, massaging them, rubbing your hardened buds under your white cloth.

You then felt his large hands pull you into him, making you closer to his hardened bulge inside his pants. You looked down, and oh— it's almost like a tent forming in there, you gulped thinking if it could fi—

"Worried about something?" He asked, raising his brows as he knew what you were looking at.

"I— um." You stammered at your own words.

"It'll fit, I'll make it fit." He whispered in your ear.

He then unbuckled his belt, and your heart pounding can almost be heard, feeling nervous.

Isn't it your first time...?

Or?

"Is it your first time?" He asked, reassuring you before he continue his actions.

"No..." You gulped, feeling his eyes narrow.

Ran paused for a moment, his eyes darkening, but was quickly replaced by a soothing smile. "Tell me, who did you lose it from?" He questioned as he placed his hand on top of my eyes, blocking your sight. You don't know why he did that, but you still answered his question.

"I lost it... at college." You thought. That's the time when you started taking pills. "By a guy... from a fraternity, for expenses..."

"Ah, expenses," he chuckled as he kissed your cheek, making you feel safe, reassuring you, and not ruining the mood. 

"For now, I want to please you more than that person, whoever did." Ran added as he removed his hand from your eyes.

You bit your lip, looking down at his cock that was out now, pre-cum leaking, veins showing. You can clearly tell how he's been hiding this since a while ago.

He then held your back, laying you down on the desk as he used his one hand to pin both of your wrists on the table with still the necktie wrapped around them. Your position towards him was more than vulnerable, all exposed, showing him everything, even your insides.

Ran then leaned closer to you, holding your chin as he kissed you deeply. He held your hips, rubbing his tip into your hole, preparing you as you felt both of your liquids and juices mixing together. You moaned in response, feeling the wet contact slip in between your folds.

"Hah~! Ran..." You called out, bucking your hips into him more.

"Hm?" He hummed, suppressing his grunts as he felt ecstasy building up.

"Please..." You begged. You know how he's purposely doing this, rubbing himself into you until your begging.

"More. I want to hear more." He teased in a raspy voice.

"Please! Just fuck me already..." You forced it out of your mouth, tears falling from your eyes already as his gaze never left yours.

"So pathetic yet pretty." He said as he leaned in and kissed you deeply, slowly entering you. You almost screamed from the size of his cock, almost splitting you but the way he lured you with the succumbing kiss was so addicting that it brought all pleasure instead of pain. Your desperate moans were muffled by the kiss.

"Mhf—! C-can't... It's too-" Your lips quivered, screaming as he thrust into you so hard that you almost flinched away from the desk, but his pin on your wrist on the table held you down. You tried to wriggle your wrist out of the tight cloth that wrapped around your wrist, but he only held it harder.

"Ah, what did I tell you? I'll make it fit, right?" He laughed as he leaned down to you, taking a pitiful look at your face, imitating that pathetic filthy face of yours.

He then thrust more, pushing in and out of you, causing groans and lewd noises to resonate all through the room, as well as the sound of the desk creaking.

Even if it's just from the start, you can feel how your walls gradually tighten around him, as if you never want him to leave, tightening around him as if your life depends on it; how his thrust impacts you, and how each second passing makes you feel like you're in paradise.

"Ah, f-fuck, fuck, fuck..." He groaned as he threw his head back, breathing heavily as he felt the urge for more, desperation, and a sensation of more, hungriness looming all over, like a predator hunting on his dear prey. He's fucking into oblivion until you remember nothing but the heavy roll and thrust of his hips meeting yours every second. Only the screams of pleasure subsided through, turning you all dumb like a doll waiting for control from your owner, remembering nothing but him and only him.

He'll make sure and will fucking make sure of that.

All those ideas and thoughts installed and implanted in your head? Even more than that, he wants you to forget everything but his dick inside you, his name, all about him.

"I'll take good care of you. So pretty under me." He said, staring down at you while you looked away. You can't bear to stare into his eyes that were filled with searing fires, a burning need, a look so icy yet so hot, all radiating for more and more.

"Look at me when I fuck you." He said, tone changing in a sudden, his other hand leaving your hips as he grips your jaw, almost squeezing your cheeks as he turned your face to him.

"I want to see every innocence leave that face of an angel," He said. "I want to see that pretty face of yours begging even if it means that I'll make you shake under me, you got that?"

Too tired and dumb to even answer, you barely nodded, letting out incoherent words as your eyes rolled up with your tongue laid out; eyes squinting; tears streaming down your cheeks; face so red and stirred up; hair so tangled. Ran loved it, he more than loved it, wishing he can see this every day.

"Is it too much, princess?" He asked, smiling as his thrust got deeper and harder, making you scream more. "Too much that you can't handle it?"

You shook your head as your mouth refused to let out words, blatantly blabbering incoherently, tears blurring your sight as you looked at him. His head is pushed back and you can see his adam's apple move as he gulped and moaned. His hair is a mess as beads of sweat roll down his neck down to his abs which is showing due to the crumpled unbuttoned shirt.

"What a messy girl. Look at you." He chuckled, seeing your state in a mess for him, skirt lifted and wrinkled up, shirt and everything unbuttoned, just like his. Continuous moans and heavy breaths surrounded the room, for sure the desk is filled with sweat and tears now.

"Coming already?" He raised a brow as you nodded frantically, feeling a knot in your stomach as your pussy clenched uncontrollably as if you don't want him to leave yours, as if you want to be filled up again.

"Come for me." He said, and there, you came. He pulled out as he came as well, luckily you've been on pills for a long time now. Your body is quivering on the desk as he took a look at you and lifted you off.

He carried you in a bride style, entered the bathroom, and sat you on the sink. He then filled up the tub and carried you there in the bubble bath.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked carefully, brushing your hair.

"Well... I don't know. I feel sore." You admitted, slightly nervous, thoughts and worries on your mind about what would happen if the others knew what had happened; how would you sit still in their meetings and eat dinner with them innocently as if nothing had happened between you and Ran?

"I'll give you a day off for the next three days." He said.

"Okay," you meekly said, poking the bubbles in the tub as you didn't notice you were splashing some on him.

"I won't pretend that nothing happened." He suddenly said as he pulls you into his chest.

You're quite shocked, but still welcomed him to your company.

"You've been thinking about that, right?" He asks while he's caressing the back of your head while you're laying on his chest in the tub filled with bubbles.

"Um..." You whispered.

"Don't shy away from me now starting today, okay?" He said. "I don't want you feeling uncomfortable around me."

You beamed but didn't show it to him, yet he didn't miss it. It was surreal, the two of you laying in the tub pretending to be official lovers. You have never imagined in your life that you would even experience this, let alone enter The Bonten's grounds. What more may unfold in the next few days?

"I'll take care of you."