Sadie
Micah’s eyes widened and I thought to myself that I should have been more careful with my turn of phrase. Before I could correct it, though, he’d stepped right into my personal space, and I felt his hand on my neck, gentle but insistent. I rose to my feet, not sure if Micah was pulling me or I was rising in the instinct to try and get away—but his hand rested right underneath my chin, not quite cutting off my air. His fingers pressed up under my jaw in a way that was somehow both appealing and frightening.
“Anything?” Micah’s voice was soft. I swallowed hard, able to feel the movement against his fingers on my throat. The next instant I could feel Micah’s other hand against my leg, sliding against the sensitive skin along my inner thigh, up underneath the hem of my skirt. I felt humiliated—especially as I felt Micah’s fingertips barely brush against the fabric of my panties. I gripped the arms of the chair I hadn’t quite fully gotten out of, torn between screaming my head off, fighting back, and trembling in fear. I had no idea what I really wanted to do.
He was smiling, but the cold blue eyes and the curve of his lips were far from reassuring to me. “I—I’m pretty tough,” I said, hearing the crack in my own voice. Micah’s hand slid up and down along my inner thigh, and I felt his thumb brush more firmly against the crotch of my panties, almost rubbing.
“One of those guys—maybe the first one—is going to mess you up. It’s just math, baby,” Micah told me. I shivered as he kept teasing me with his hand. “It’d be a shame to let a tight little body like this go to waste.”
“Go to waste how?” I had thought my mouth was dry before, but it had practically become the Sahara in a matter of moments.
“You’re so wet you soaked through your panties,” Micah told me lowly. “And I’ll bet a cute little thing like you is tight as fuck.” He licked his lips. “Give it up to me right now and I’ll take a thousand off your brother’s debt.” My heart pounded in my chest and I tried to force my brain to think.
A thousand off of Chris’ debt was a big deal. I didn’t even know if I could manage to get six thousand out of whoever still owed Micah money. Five thousand would be easier.
“Okay,” I said, breathless and uncertain but so turned on it shocked me. Micah’s hands left my neck and my crotch, and he lifted me fully out of the chair. I barely had time to react—to even think about what was happening—before Micah pushed me down over his desk, front-first. I caught myself on my elbows; I could feel the hard ridge of Micah’s erection against the curve of my ass, through the fabric of our clothes.
“If I had more time,” Micah told me, his hands reaching around and up to squeeze my breasts through my blouse, “I would get you naked and on your knees…” his hands slipped up under my shirt, found my hardening nipples through the thin lace of my bra and tweaked them hard, making me gasp. “Just use you like a cheap, desperate slut.”
I shivered, lightheaded and breathless, scared but so turned on I almost ached. Micah tugged my bra down and pulled my shirt up, tangling it with my blazer, and I could feel the cooler air in the office against my breasts.
Micah’s lips were only maybe a few inches from my ear. I could feel his cock pressed against me—big, at least it felt like it was.
“God, I’d love to watch your tits just shake while you rode my cock and begged me to spare your dumb-shit brother,” Micah murmured in my ear. He sighed. “But we don’t have time for me to do everything I want to do to you right now.” His hands slid away from my breasts and reached down to the hem of my skirt. He hauled the fabric up over my hips, leaving it to bunch up on the small of my back, and then—faster than I would have thought possible—he almost ripped my panties down over my ass, letting them fall to my ankles.
I yelped when Micah kicked my legs apart at the ankles, spreading me for him, and I cringed at the thought of anyone walking in on us—the way I knew I looked, panties down around my feet, skirt hitched up, breasts hanging down almost to touch the top of the cluttered, dirty desk. I heard Micah’s zipper, and the rustle of fabric, and then I felt the slightly sticky-slick tip of his cock against the curve of my ass. Panic flared up in me—was he going to put it in there? And then I felt his fingers reach around my hip, brushing against my labia, rubbing slowly.
“Ah yeah—cute little thing like you,” Micah murmured. He rubbed my clit, finding it in an instant, faster than any other guy I’d been with, and I shuddered, torn between liking it and hating it. “You don’t even know how much you want to be someone’s little fucktoy,” Micah told me. I felt his breath, hot against my neck, my cheek, my ear. “I would love to make you scream, make you beg me like a needy little whore for my dick.”
I thought—for just an instant—that he might do just that, humiliate me by making me beg him. Instead, he slammed into me all at once, not even hesitating. I shrieked—he was so big, so thick and long, that it almost didn’t even feel good, not at first. “Fuck,” Micah groaned, moving inside me right away; sliding out almost completely and slamming back into me, his hips slapping against my ass. “Fuck— Christ, I was right…” Micah’s words came out between short, sharp breaths, almost moaning, but still with the element of control. “You’re almost... almost as tight as a fucking virgin…”
He gripped my hips tight in his hands and pounded me hard and fast, pulling me back to meet his thrusts. Almost against my will, I could feel the pleasure mounting in my body as the first shock of his size began to wear off. I tried to hold myself up, to get some kind of control over what Micah was doing to my body—but it was hopeless. All I could do was let him have me, let him do what he wanted.
Part of me felt utterly humiliated with the way that Micah was pounding me, the feeling of his thick, hard, hot cock slamming deeper and deeper inside of me. I could even hear his balls slapping against me as he took me harder and faster. I was moaning, crying out—not screaming, but definitely louder than I normally was—and the wet, sucking, smacking noises of Micah moving inside me were probably loud enough for whoever was on the other side of the door to hear, too.
But another part of me—a part that shocked me—was absolutely loving it. Tingling, electric crackles of sensation shot through me, and when Micah began rubbing my clit with his fingers, pressing almost too hard, I groaned with so much pleasure it was animalistic. I gasped when I felt Micah’s fingers snatching at the sloppy bun I’d put my hair in, catching it, pulling me up off of my elbows. The tug of my hair at my scalp, the pain there—it almost made it feel even better.
Micah pulled me back so that I was almost vertical, my body pressed against his as his cock slid in and out of me. “God, I could fuck you for hours,” Micah told me, his teeth closing on my earlobe. I squirmed against him, shivering as he brought the fingers that had been rubbing my clit up to my mouth. “Clean them,” Micah said. I closed my lips around his fingers, tasting myself there, and another rush of humiliation flowed through me. I couldn’t believe I was licking my own juices off a stranger’s fingers while he fucked me mercilessly from behind. I couldn’t believe any of what was happening, much less how much some part of me liked it.
Micah shoved me down onto the desk again, but this time he grabbed at my arms as I fell forward, pulling them behind me. I yelped, pain shooting through my shoulders, as he pinned my arms against my back and slowed down his thrusts just a bit. It wasn’t enough for me to recover, but it was enough for me to feel every inch of him sliding into me, pressing up against my g-spot every second or third thrust, sending jolts of pleasure crackling through my body. I felt my muscles squeezing him, flexing, like my body was betraying me, like it didn’t want him to leave it. Micah had me pinned down on the desk so hard my breasts started to ache, but it was nothing compared to the heat and friction happening to my pussy.
“So... fucking... tight…” Micah grunted, picking up speed again. He held my wrists in one hand and coiled my loose hair around the other, pulling my face back from the desk. “And you... You’re so fucking wet…” I could hear the pride, the pleasure in Micah’s voice. “You want this.”
I shook my head, ignoring the pain it caused. “Just—Just doing… what… what I can…”
Micah laughed, pushing my face down against the desk once more. “You can’t lie to me,” he told me. He began pounding me harder and faster, filling me up with his cock. “I know you’re right about to come all over my dick.”
I shook my head again, but I could feel my body shaking all over, feel the tension mounting between my hips. Micah let go of my wrists and reached around my hip again, and when his fingers started rubbing and stroking my clit once more, the last bit of self-control I possessed went away completely. I moaned out again and again, turning my face against the papers on the desk, panting and gasping for breath. I felt Micah’s cock twitching inside of me as he kept going, and then all at once he groaned, and then I felt the sticky-slick gush of him coming, flooding me with his fluids.
Micah thrust into me a few more times, hard, slamming his hips against my ass, and I thought—for just a second—that I felt him touching between my cheeks, but I was tingling all over, hot and cold flashes of sensation washing through me. I trembled, barely able to hold myself up, and Micah finished, sliding out of me, leaving me feeling weirdly empty. I cringed at the sensation of his fluids and mine leaking out of me, sliding down onto my inner thighs. I felt dirty, embarrassed—almost shamed, and even more so because of how much I had enjoyed it in spite of myself.
I tried to slow my breathing down, and heard Micah moving behind me. For a second I thought he was going to go at me again—that he was going to decide that our tryst wasn’t enough for the one thousand. But I heard his zipper. I sighed quietly with relief and pulled myself up off of his desk, quickly trying to get my clothes in order.
“I’ll give you a list of names and last-known addresses,” Micah said, moving around the desk to sit down once more. Anyone who walked into the office and looked at him wouldn’t even suspect—from him alone—that he had just been fucking me senseless.
I nodded. “And Chris’ debt is down to five thousand?” In spite of the lingering warmth of my climax I could feel a chill of dread that Micah would go back on his deal.
He smirked. “I don’t know for sure that I’d say that was worth a thou,” he said evenly, “since most girls only get that for at least a full night’s work—but I made a deal. I stick with my deals.” He opened a drawer and started rummaging through it. I felt my face burning, felt the slithery, slippery feeling of my soaking wet panties against my skin.
He came inside of me. No condom. Fuck. It was hard to say what aspect of our tryst made me feel the most ashamed, or the most alive. He made me lick my stuff off of his fingers... He didn’t even pretend like he cared if I was enjoying it. .I can feel his come dripping out of me... My boobs were plastered right against that dirty desk with who knows what on it… I gave myself a shake.
“So five thousand,” I said firmly, wanting to make sure that Micah and I were on the same page. He produced a sheet, glanced at it for a moment or two and then handed it to me.
“Put it in your purse and don’t look at it until you leave,” Micah said. “I don’t want everyone knowing my business.” He looked at me speculatively again, and I didn’t need to be a mind reader to have an idea of what was going on in his mind. I could almost see him begin to think of going back on the deal; of telling me I’d have to perform again. He smiled. “Take it.”
I almost snatched it out of his hands and folded it up, slipping it into my purse quickly. “I’ll—I’ll just go then, since we have a deal,” I said, not knowing how to make the best exit possible. “I’ll be back within a day or two with the first payment.”
Micah shrugged. I could tell that he didn’t believe for a second that I would follow through—and that fact, paired with the deal he’d made to knock a thousand off of my brother’s debt, made me even more embarrassed. He’d taken advantage of me—of my desperation. And now he was going to let me leave, reeking of him, and probably would still come after Chris unless I defied his expectations.
I turned on my heel and opened the door to the office, determined to get through the club and to my car without anyone having any clue what had happened.