More smut! Continuation from Meetings and other trivial things

The girl felt rather proud of herself. She'd made Victor flustered. In a meeting no less.

Her hands worked their way through his hair. He sighed softly. His arms draped around her hips, content to never let her go. She was rather content with her mischievousness.

Victor liked to remind her she was becoming more daring. Truth being, she indeed was. And it was all thanks to this man. She had to be, just to keep up with his wit and tongue. Though, currently, he seemed rather docile.

Her phone buzzed inside of her purse. A quick glance at the clock reminding her she had elsewhere to be soon.

"Well, that meeting was quite a learning experience but, I need to go." She said softly. Running her hands through his now tousled hair before trying to move back.

She didn't get far. Strong arms wrapping tightly around her waist. Victor's head looking up at her. A new fire in his eyes. He pulled her closer to him. He straightened his back and rested his chin above her chest.

"And where do you think you are going?" He asked. Whatever docile behavior she thought he had was miles away now.

"I have to go. I'm meeting a friend so we can discuss some things for a new episode." She explained. Hoping it would be enough to convince him.

It wasn't.

"You came in here. Put on a display that could have ruined me in front of several top companies. And now you think you can just leave? Actions have consequences. And you deserve a punishment." Victor nearly growled at her.

He felt his lower body twitch back to life. Whatever satisfaction fading quickly, already craving to be used by her again.

"But. I really do need to go. Lucien is waiting."

Lucien?

The scientist.

Victor rose to his feet. Pushing her against the desk. No escape.

Lucien could wait and rot for all of eternity for all he cared. So could that bird boy and the singing kid.

She was his.

He reached around beside her and with a sweep of his arm he threw everything from his desk. The scatter of papers and a thud from his laptop, that if it wasn't broken before definitely was now. He'd only spared her purse.

"He can wait."

His mouth slammed into hers. An urgent kiss. He bit her lip, coaxing it open to grant passage to his tongue. His hand behind her head, holding her tight, keeping her from moving away. His other hand going down her back and then moving her hips closer. He could still taste himself on her tongue.

She could feel his once again hard erection against the fabric of her skirt. Her hands at first trying to push away, now resigned and draped over his shoulders.

He released her lips, both breathless as he began kissing along her jaw. Soft, quick, kisses trailing from her chin to her ear. He stopped to nip at her ear, before coming to her neck and biting her again. He sucked at her skin deliberately. Certain there would be a mark.

"Victor...." she called his name out. He looked to her face. Her cheeks already flushed her eyes a little dazed.

His hands came down to her thighs. Quickly finding refuge under her skirt and traveling up. Exploring the soft skin. His fingers stopped at her panties, as he pulled down the lacy garment she'd worn today. She wouldn't be needing these. He let them drop to the floor as he pushed her onto his now clean desk. Sitting her atop the cherry wood as his hands spread her legs apart.

He dropped to his knees. His face closing in as he placed a kiss on the small patch of peach fuzz. He explored with his tongue slowly. Reaching her clit and lapping at it like a dying man finding the nectar of life.

She moaned softly. His tongue worked its way against her as she lulled her head back. Another soft moan escaping as she felt his tongue slip inside herself. She felt it coming in and out of her as his thumb returned to her clit, rubbing circles absent-mindedly. His tongue still claiming her.

She could only handle so much as she lay back against the desk. Her back arched as she panted. Her climax already building only from his tongue, but Victor wasn't done. Merely starting.

He left her, the absence of his tongue making her pout. Victor leaned in over her. Pulling her up to sit, his hands making quick work of her blouse that he inelegantly pulled over her head, but rather than discarding it. He wrapped the material around her wrists. Confining them together and resting them above her head. His hands removed the strapless bra, tossing it aside to join the earlier discarded panties. His mouth finding her breast and sucking hard onto the tip.

His tongue swirled her hard nipple while his hand traveled down the smooth skin of her stomach before hitching her skirt up higher. His hand almost blindly finding her wet entrance. A single finger pushing inside to her wet folds. He curled his finger inside of her, his mouth still making quick work of her breast.

He enjoyed the moaning she made. Thrilled that he could always elicit these reactions out of her. He teased in another finger, then a third. And when she was practically coming undone with his touch, he took a step back. Her hungry eyes looked at him, pleading.

His cock twitching to be used again. Jealous of his fingers and mouth. He wanted to claim her. On his desk. Right now.

"See what you've done?" he asked her in a husky voice. Dripping with arousal, as he wanted nothing more to bury himself deep inside of her and find release. But, right now, he wanted to make her wait.

He brought himself closer. His hand rubbing himself against her. Her slick opening practically dripping. He teased at her opening. Letting himself get lubricated with her own juices. She was burning. An absolute hell burning between her legs, that he, the sinner, was ready to enter and repent in.

"Please..." she begged. Already waiting to be taken.

"The next time you do that to me in a conference. I will take you in front of all of them. Understood?" he threatened. Although it was an empty threat. He'd never want to show her to anyone else. All of her skin, her moaning, her pleasure, it was only his.

"I understand" she panted.

It was all he needed.

He positioned himself at her opening and with a quick movement of his hips, buried himself fast and deep inside. A loud gasp as her head leaned back. A few quick pumps as his pelvis met hers. Her insides tight against him, throbbing against his hard shaft. His hand went to her back, helping her lay back onto the desk. She shuddered at the coldness of the wood on her back, but didn't argue, she'd be on fire in a moment anyways. Her hands still restrained above her head. His hands on her hips as he held onto her pushing himself hard into her. He moved fervently against her. She could take all of him. Her moans were loud as he continued to pound. He heard the buzzing of her phone. A new message. He ignored it. A few more would go off, as he ignored them. Prioritizing his need of her.

He leaned in his mouth back to her body. Biting at her breasts and moving higher. Leaving red marks on her perfectly white skin. He loved the contrast of color.

She squirmed from under him. His hands went to her legs. Spreading them further apart and bringing her knees higher. Making sure she could feel him all. The base of his member slapping against the smooth skin of her behind.

He heard the ringtone of her phone, as he ignored it.

"It's.... Lucien....." she whimpered.

Victor's insides burned. Angry that she could mention another man, while he was buried deep inside of her. He reached for her purse. Grabbing her phone and looking at the screen.

'Professor Lucien' read the screen.

"Can't just ignore his call, I suppose." Muttered Victor between a moan.

He turned the phone to her and pushed the answer button. Putting it on speaker and placing it by her ear.

"Hello?" came the stupidly soft voice.

"Lucien??" she gasped out before turning redder than sin.

"Yes. It's me. Are you here?"

"No!" She screamed a little louder than she intended.

"Oh? Running late? It's ok. I can wait."

"Lucien. I'm." She was silenced again with another hard thrust as she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming out. "...running late."

"That's fine. Take your time. Everything alright? You sound a bit out of breath" came the soft voice of the damned scientist.

"Y-yes..... I'm..." she gasped loudly and placed a hand over her mouth, as Victor thrust back into her almost violently. "I'm fine.... could we meet up later? Something has come up."

Something had come up alright, and it was currently moving in and out of her as it's owner moved in to bite her shoulder. His other hand now coming down to between her legs. Adept fingers finding her clit and coaxing it.

She tried ever so hard to hide another moan.

"That's fine. We can meet whenever you are free. Just let me know. I'll be waiting."

Victor thrust rougher as she bit down on her hand. She was trying to keep quiet, but right now Victor wanted her to be heard. Wanted that damn scientist to hear. Lucien was intelligent. And Victor wanted nothing more than for that man to understand she was his. He knew the scientist was smart enough to understand the noises she was making and a smirk formed on his lips. Good. Maybe now he'd get the message that she was his and that victor didn't like to share.

"Well, no worries. As long as you are coming, I'll keep waiting."

"Y-yes..." she practically moaned out.

Oh, she was coming. Just not in the way Lucien thought.

"Ok... that's perfect then I'll see-"

Victor had enough as he pushed end on her phone. Regardless of whether or not the conversation was over.

She was so close now. Victor could feel it. Her legs hugging his hips tightly now. Her insides constricting. Victor grabbed for her and pulled her up against his chest. He lifted her up vertically and down onto his dick. Grinding slowly

Her arms went over his head as her face found reprieve in the crook of his neck. Her warm breath tickled against his ear. Her moans against his skin only further pushing him to the edge as his strokes became slower and more deliberate.

"Victor" she breathed softly. Her body shaking at the beginning of her orgasm.

His own climax matched hers as he wrapped his arms tight around her. His mouth searching for hers as their lips collided. Her screams melting into his mouth. He took it all in while pouring himself into her. He felt her warmth mix with his as a new burning let him know his punishment had been administered well.

Her body shook as she smashed her chest tight against him.

The remnants of her ecstasy pouring out as he held her tightly. Her body went limp as he stroked her hair. He removed himself from her insides sitting back into his chair and bringing her to his lap. Fully satisfied and exhausted.

"Did you learn your lesson?" He asked sweetly against her hair. Enjoying the weight of her body on his.

"I'm not sure I did," she whispered fully satisfied, but still mischievous. "May need to be taught again."

He smiled, always more than willing to teach her again. And already looking forward to the next time.