Page 11 of Sexted By a Stranger

Sheila

I lowered my voice, a hint of fear creeping in. "What if someone comes in? Or-or hears us?" My cheeks flushed a deep crimson, lips parted, my breaths coming fast, my chest heaving under my tight white blouse, outlining every curve.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing my earlobe as he whispered, "Shh…

wouldn't that make it more fun?" His tone was teasing, drawling.

"Picture it, Sheila—someone pushing that door open, seeing you like this, sprawled on my desk, hands tied, face flushed.

Or hearing those little sounds you make.

" My body shivered, my eyes flashing with a mix of shame and defiance, but a faint spark of anticipation betrayed me, like his words had lit a hidden fuse.

He paused deliberately, his fingers grazing the soft skin inside my wrists, feeling my pulse quicken under his touch. "Nervous?" he chuckled, leaning close to my ear.

My blush deepened, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back my reaction. His hands moved to my bra, untying it, my chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, straining against the fabric. He leaned down, his lips brushing my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and a faint red mark.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my body tensing, caught between fear and the thrill. His kisses trailed to my collarbone, his teeth grazing lightly, tongue teasing until I let out a soft moan, quickly stifled, terrified it would carry beyond the door.

He pulled back, and I felt his gaze on me.

He reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a black silk blindfold.

My eyes widened, a flash of panic giving way to curiosity.

"What's that?" I started, but he didn't let me finish, gently placing the blindfold over my eyes and tying it snugly behind my head.

"Relax, babe," he said softly. "Just feel. "

The blindfold plunged me into darkness, heightening my senses. My breathing grew faster, like I could hear my own heartbeat.

I shuddered, a soft whimper escaping. He pushed my skirt up to my waist, revealing my legs and panties.

His fingers traced my inner thighs, the heat radiating from my skin.

I trembled, whispering, "Luca, please." He chuckled, leaning down to kiss the edge of my panties, his teeth grazing the fabric before slowly pulling it down.

I gasped, my body arching, caught between anticipation and fear.

He slid my panties off, tossing them aside, his eyes raking over my exposed body.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my most intimate spot.

I gasped sharply, my bound hands tugging against the tie, the friction making a faint rustle.

His tongue explored slowly, savoring me, and I trembled with each touch.

He alternated between soft licks and firmer pressure, circling my most sensitive spot, his hands gripping my hips to keep me from squirming.

My moans grew louder, broken and desperate, though I tried to muffle them, terrified the sound would carry.

He quickened his pace, his tongue hitting my sweet spot with precision. My body tensed, and I cried out his name, my climax crashing over me like a tidal wave. My legs shook, hips lifting toward him, and he held me steady until I collapsed, limp on the desk.

He stood, untying my wrists and rubbing the red marks gently.

My cheeks were still flushed beneath the blindfold.

He removed it, and I blinked, adjusting to the light.

He pulled me up to sit, guiding me to kneel on the carpet beside the desk.

My breath was still uneven, my lips parted.

He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall, revealing his already hard desire.

I couldn’t stop my gaze from flicking to it with a mix of shyness and hunger.

"Come on, babe," he said, stroking my cheek.

"Your turn." I bit my lip, hesitating, then leaned forward, my hands resting on his thighs.

My lips touched him, and he let out a low groan.

My movements were tentative at first, almost shy, but there was an earnestness that drove me.

I explored with my tongue, finding a rhythm, growing bolder.

His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me gently as he murmured, "That's it…

good girl." My cheeks flushed deeper, but I pressed on, my lips and tongue working in sync, drawing him closer to the edge.

Footsteps echoed faintly outside the office, and I froze, my eyes darting up, wide with panic.

He smirked, stroking my hair. "Keep going, babe.

Let them hear. You're mine." My lips parted as if to protest, but his words sparked something defiant in me, and I leaned back in, my movements more determined.

His breaths grew ragged, his grip tightening in my hair as pleasure surged.

He growled my name, his release hitting hard, and I didn't pull away, taking it all with a soft, trembling grace.

He pulled me up, kissing me deeply, and I tasted myself mingled with his sweetness.

He turned me around, pushing me down onto the desk, my chest pressed against the now-warm surface.

He hiked my skirt up to my waist, exposing my curves.

His hands slid to my waist, gripping tightly, fingers digging into my soft skin.

I twisted my head, my cheek pressed to the desk, eyes hazy.

"Luca, please." My voice trembled, caught between fear and the thrill of it.

He leaned down, whispering against my ear, "You're so beautiful, babe.

" He positioned himself behind me, guiding himself to my entrance.

I gasped as he eased in, my body tensing, a soft moan escaping.

The glass door gleamed in the light, and the faint sound of footsteps outside made me clench tighter, amplifying the sensation.

He leaned over me, his chest against my back, one arm circling my waist. "Relax, babe.

" His movements started slow, deliberate, each thrust making the desk creak faintly.

My hands gripped the edge, knuckles white, my body rocking with his rhythm.

My hair swayed across the desk, my waist curving perfectly under his grip, his fingers leaving faint marks like a claim.

"Luca, I-" My moans grew louder, tinged with a sob, as if torn between losing control and fearing the sound would carry.

He bit my earlobe gently, whispering, "Say my name, babe.

Let them hear." I obeyed, crying out "Luca," my voice broken and desperate, pleading for more.

He picked up the pace, each thrust deeper, hitting my most sensitive spot.

My body tensed, my climax hitting like a wave, my cry echoing in the office as if I'd forgotten the world outside.

He followed, a low growl escaping as he shuddered, his release intense. We trembled together, sweat and heat melding us into one. He lingered, kissing my neck softly, savoring the moment. I lay limp on the desk, my breathing ragged, hair clinging to my flushed cheeks.

Afterward, I melted into him, my body flushed and soft with trust and satisfaction.

He lifted me, settling me on the nearby sofa, draping a blanket over me from the office cabinet. I curled up. He sat beside me, his hand resting on my waist, stroking gently. "You're stunning," he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "I'll never get enough of you."

I smiled and squeezed his hand, whispering, "Luca."

He kissed my forehead, pulling me close. His warmth pressed against my chest, soft and perfect. In that moment, I knew he wasn't just my view—he was my home.