Her legs trembled as she obeyed, the fabric of her dress riding up to expose her lace panties. He knelt before her, his eyes dark with hunger. With one swift movement, he ripped the lace away, exposing her to the incredible office air.

His tongue darted out, tasting her, and she bucked against the chair, the intensity of his touch making her toes curl. He took his time, savoring her, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. She could feel the fabric of the chair beneath her, rough against her back, as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

But just as she was about to fall over, he stopped, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not yet," he murmured, standing up to remove the rest of his clothes.

Her breath hitched as he stepped out of his pants, his erection jutting out before him, thick and heavy with need. He strode over to her, his cock brushing against her thigh as he leaned in to kiss her while he freed her wrists from the chair.

Their bodies were a tapestry of passion, the fabric of their clothes discarded like so much excess. He picked her up, his strong arms cradling her as if she were the most delicate of the fabrics they had been discussing.

He carried her over to the large, gleaming desk, setting her down on the cool surface. She lay back, "Are you flexible?" Roman asked, her chest heaving with desire. "Yes, very," she said breathily. "Do you trust me, baby?" he asked as he massaged her inner thighs. "Yes, Roman--I trust you," she whimpered. "He stepped between her thighs, his dick poised at her entrance. he used his tie to bind one of her ankles to her wrist, then used one of her thigh-high stockings to tie the other wrist and ankle. Alyzs spread out on the desk, delicious and wide open for him. "if it gets uncomfortable, tell me, baby," ..he whispered into her ear.

Roman leaned down, his breath hot against her swollen clit. He flicked his tongue out, tasting her sweetness, before wrapping his lips around it and giving it a gentle tug. She moaned, her body arching off the desk. The feeling of his mouth on her, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh, was almost too much to bear.

As he worked her clit with his lips, he stroked his dick, his hand moving in time with the rhythm of his mouth. The sight of him, so powerful and in control, sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel the tension building in her core, her legs quivering with need.

Her moans grew louder, filling the room. Roman's grip on her thighs tightened, his tongue moving faster, his sucks growing more insistent. She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm just out of reach. "Please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper.

With a final, slow pull, he sent her over the edge. Her body convulsed, and her delicious nectar gushed all over Roman's face, making a mess on his desk. Roman moaned and lapped up her juices, french kissing her pussy "oh-ma-gah," he said, licking his lips. "your pussy is the sweetest thing."

"I'm sorry, I've never done that before," she gasped, her face flushed with pleasure and embarrassment.

Roman chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Don't be; be proud," he said, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's the sexiest shit that ever happened to me," he chuckled as he freed her wrists and ankles.

Alyzs sat up, her legs still shaking from the intensity of her climax. She looked at Roman, her eyes filled with need. "You have such a big dick," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I need you to come and bury that bone."

His smile grew wolfish at her words, his dick jerking in response. "Is that an order?" he teased, his hand stroking her cheek gently.

"Yes, sir," she breathed, her eyes never leaving his. "Please, I need to feel you fill me up."

Roman's expression grew serious, his desire for her clear in every line of his face. He stepped closer, positioning himself at her entrance. "are you going to take it like a good girl?" he asked. Pushing her back and placing her leg over his shoulder, her flexibility allowing for deeper penetration.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed inside of her. Alyzs's pussy stretched to accommodate his thickness, and she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips. The sensation was exquisite, his dick filling her completely, reaching places she never knew existed. She could feel every inch of him, the head of his dick resting on her g-spot with a precision that made her toes curl.

He groaned, the sound echoing through the room. "So tight," he murmured, his voice strained with effort. "So perfect."

Her muscles clenched around him, and he growled, his hips beginning to move. He took his time, savoring every second of their union. Her moans grew louder with every stroke, her body moving in perfect harmony with his.

The desk creaked beneath them, the sound a testament to their passion. Roman leaned down, his mouth claiming hers once more as he pushed deeper, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips.

Alyzs grabbed her free leg, holding it back completely for Roman, smirking at him as she felt him deep inside her. Roman picked up his pace, his strokes becoming more urgent, more demanding. She could feel his desire for her, his need to claim her in every way possible. "Baby, I love how you are so flexible, as he caressed her legs " "Rub your clit" he said as he leaned over her, his cock pounding into her.

Her hand slid down her body, her fingers finding her clit, and she began to rub in slow, tight circles. The sensation was almost too much, the combination of his dick filling her and her own touch pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, their bodies slapping together, her moans and his grunts of pleasure. The scent of sex hung in the air, mingling with the faint smell of the luxurious fabrics that lay scattered across the floor.

Roman leaned down, his mouth finding her nipple. He sucked and bit, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, her hips bucking against him, desperate for more.

Her orgasm built again, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her. "I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice high and breathless. "Come for me," he said and gently spanked her clit relentlessly as he thrust into her, his pace unyielding.

With a cry, she shattered, her body convulsing with pleasure. Once again, her juices flowed, squirting, making a mess all over Roman. "Fuck! I'm going to nut baby," her pussy clenching around his pulsing dick, "Come inside this pussy Roman," she said breathily. He obliged, with a guttural roar, "fuck," pumping his seed deep within her, his dick pulsing with every spurt.

They remained entwined, their breathing ragged, as the aftershocks of their climax rippled through them. Roman's hand moved to her throat, his thumb tracing her pulse as he looked into her eyes. "You're mine," he murmured, the possessiveness in his voice unmistakable.

Alyzs felt a thrill at his words, her body still trembling with the aftermath of their passion. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her eyes glazed with lust.

They stayed like that momentarily, their bodies connected in the most primal ways. Then, with a gentle kiss, Roman pulled out of her, his dick glistening with their combined juices.

He reached for the fabrics, his gaze lingering on her spent form. "I think we've had enough of these for tonight," he said, his voice a dark promise. He grabbed a large piece of velvet, rich and soft fabric under his fingertips. "Let's see how you look in this," he said.

He wrapped the velvet around her, the material clinging to her curves and leaving just enough to the imagination. She watched as he picked up another piece, a silver satin that reflected the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

He stepped closer, his eyes on the fabric as he trailed it over her skin. "Stand up," he ordered, his voice low and demanding. She did as she was told, even though her legs were still wobbly from the intensity of their encounter.

He wrapped the satin around her body, tying it into a makeshift corset that cinched her waist and pushed her breasts up. "Perfect," he murmured, his eyes raking over her. "Now, let's see what else we can do."

He grabbed her hand with a smirk and led her to the oversized leather chair behind the desk. He sat down, pulling her into his lap, as her legs straddled his waist. "Now, let's discuss those spring collections," he said, his voice a playful rumble.

But their conversation was interrupted by the buzz of his phone. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening. "It's fucking Henri," he said, his tone clipped. "I need to take this."

Alyzs nodded, her body still humming with desire. She slid off his lap, the fabric rustling around her as she moved. She watched as he picked up the phone, his eyes never leaving hers.

"What is it?" he barked into the receiver, his tone cold and authoritative. His grip on the phone tightened. "This had better be good."

The voice on the other end spoke rapidly, and Alyzs could see the tension in Roman's body as he listened. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder, offering silent support.

"Fine," he said finally, his voice tight with frustration. "Send the paperwork up. I'll deal with it in the morning." He hung up, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "It seems we have a crisis," he said, his gaze never leaving hers. "But I'll deal with it tomorrow."

He stood up, his movements swift and sure. "Get dressed," he told her, his voice firm. "We're getting the fuck out of here."

Alyzs nodded, her heart racing. The night had taken a dramatic turn, but she knew this was the beginning of their secret romance. As she slipped back into her clothes, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. Would they be able to keep their desires hidden from the prying eyes of the fashion world, or would their passion consume them completely?

Roman dressed quickly, his movements sharp and precise. He took her hand, leading her to the elevator. "Actually, grab your things, baby; you're coming home with me." "But-- I need to get clothes," she said in a small voice; Roman waved his hand dismissively. "No worries, love, come with me."