Rebeka – 23. chapter FINAL

On Tuesday morning, Erik woke up rested and surprised. After Rebeka left, he’d been convinced his thoughts wouldn’t let him fall asleep. But the marathon of sex over three days had clearly taken its toll, and he’d fallen asleep almost immediately. With a smile, he realized that when Rebeka finally worked up the nerve to come back to him, he’d have to invest in expanding the vibrator collection. And she was definitely getting cuffs. Cheeky little bitch. He jerked off, then reluctantly headed to work.

Wednesday morning was even more surprising. The stunning, long legs he saw at reception, emphasized by a short tailored skirt and heels fourteen centimeters high, could belong to only one woman in the world. He stopped short in the doorway, surprised, as Rebeka turned toward him.

“Good morning,” he said, collecting himself as he stepped inside. “I didn’t know you’d still be… you would still be here,” he corrected himself at the last second.

The receptionist blinked. Rebeka gave him that bosslike, professional look of hers.

“I just need to finish signing a few papers. Mr. Demský, stop by my office in about twenty minutes,” she ordered.

It took effort not to let a single emotion show on his face. It helped that he didn’t actually know what he was feeling. Who was standing in front of him now? His superior? His former lover? Was she really never going to be his partner? Fuck. This bitch had been screaming in his hands from pleasure the day before yesterday. And now? Was she pretending she’d forgotten? Or that she didn’t want it anymore? Or was she hiding it, from him or from herself?

He nodded and left.

Those twenty minutes felt endless. But eventually they passed, and he headed to her office. Rebeka was talking to someone in the hallway, so he walked in and propped his ass against her desk so he could see her through the doorway. He looked her over, her figure, her clothes, her face. A perfect, tough professional. He ground his teeth.

Rebeka ended the conversation with a handshake and that flawless but artificial smile of hers. Her high heels clicked with confidence as she entered the office.

“Hello. Thank you for coming,” she said stiffly, and Erik knew immediately this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have. She closed the door and leaned back against it.

“I’ve just finished the project,” she said, without a trace of confidence.

Erik didn’t understand. He waited.

Rebeka took a deep breath and opened her mouth. She met his eyes, flushed hard, closed her mouth again, and looked away.

He got it.

A happy smile began spreading across his face as he slowly stepped toward her.

“You can say it,” he whispered encouragingly. He stopped right in front of her, braced his forearms against the door on either side of her head, careful not to touch her.

“You can!” he repeated, holding his breath. “Just imagine what I’ll do to you for it,” he coaxed.

That did it.

She looked up at him and whispered,

“I’m a horny slut.”

His head nearly spun. His dick started getting hard.

She drew in another deep breath.

“And I really need…”

He began to feel a little sorry for her. Watching her struggle with the confession. She’d gotten most of it out. Maybe he could help her a little with the ending.

He grabbed her around the waist, spun her, and pressed her against the door. He hiked her skirt up quickly and planned to pull down her panties. Only she wasn’t wearing any. She arched her back and pushed her ass toward him. He placed his fingers right on her wet hole, holding his left palm just centimeters from her mouth.

And he waited.

“…to be fucked hard,” she finally whimpered.

In that second, he did two things at once. He covered her mouth with one hand and drove three fingers of the other into her hard. She arched even more, trying to scream, but his palm smothered the sound.

“Horny sluts,” he whispered into her ear, beside himself with bliss as he roughly worked through her soft, delicate inside,

“…are meant to be fucked in places where they can scream.”

She writhed in his hands, whimpering from pleasure. He braced her nape against his shoulder, covered her mouth more firmly, and thrust his fingers into her harder and faster.

“But today,” he murmured,

“I’ll still grant you one exception.”