Rebeka – 4. chapter

Rebeka deliberately moved Friday’s meeting to five o’clock so everyone would rush home the moment it ended. She ran the entire session professionally and with grace, as always. With the decision not to expand into South Asia, she deliberately let Erik shout at her. He stayed in the conference room, still purple with anger, while she returned to her office.

She checked that the camera was on, unbuttoned another button on her blouse, and adjusted the stay-up stockings beneath her skirt, along with the panties with delicate snaps on the sides, made exactly to be torn off. She wasn’t interested in abrasions in sensitive places. She sat down and cleared the desk. She moved her phone and pen holder, pushed the monitor aside, hid the important papers and replaced them with useless ones. She leaned over them as if reading and waited. She had felt a faint tension low in her belly since morning. Now it was growing stronger.

She imagined Erik in different scenarios and her arousal rose quickly.

Just don’t forget to play like you don’t want it. It has to look that way, she reminded herself.

Even though she expected it, she flinched when the door opened. Erik came in and locked it right behind him. Without a word, she watched him stand in front of her desk.

“You didn’t have to push it that far,” he said, surprisingly calm. She stayed silent, so he continued.

“You could have just said you needed a good fuck. I’d have done it gladly.”

She smiled with contempt.

“You won’t believe this, but you’re not my goal. I’m just doing my job. And the fact that you don’t like it doesn’t concern me in the slightest.”

He gave her a long look, one she couldn’t read. Casually, he turned and stepped away from the desk. Slowly, he took off his jacket and carefully draped it over the back of a chair. He turned back to her, his eyes locked on hers, loosened his tie, pulled it free, and tossed it onto the jacket. She watched him undo the top buttons of his shirt and realized how much this preparation was turning her on.

“Feel like making me happy, since suits bother me?” she teased.

He smiled.

“At the moment, I’m more in the mood to do something else to you than make you happy,” he said, rolling up one sleeve. “But I can’t shake the feeling you’ll try to resist.” As he rolled up the other sleeve, he finished, “A jacket limits movement.”

He slipped his hands into his trouser pockets. He stood there calmly, grinning at her with open challenge.

She froze. Even though she had set this whole thing up herself, the way he carried himself commanded respect and aroused her intensely. The confidence and relaxed calm radiating from him, despite what he was about to do, were disarming. If he kept playing with her like this, the wetness from her panties would soak through to her skirt, and there was no way she’d pass that off as rape anymore. She stood up sharply.

“Alright. You’ve made your threats. That’s enough.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“And what are you going to do?”

Of course she wasn’t getting out of there on her own. He was standing directly in her path to the door. She had counted on that. She realized that even though this situation was theater for him, she herself was starting to feel like it was real. Would she actually get past him if she truly wanted to?

“Go ahead. Come here,” Erik suggested calmly.

“You come here!” she challenged him and took a step back.

He clearly hadn’t expected that, but he moved. Right in front of her, he leaned back against the desk behind him, spread his legs so she stood between them, kept his hands in his pockets, and waited.

She looked at his lips for a moment. Because he was half sitting, they were slightly lower than hers. She leaned in slowly. He stiffened in surprise. Then Rebeka pulled back and turned away.

He took his hands out of his pockets and gently placed them on her waist. She didn’t resist. She seemed hesitant instead. Carefully, he pulled her toward him and pressed his lips to hers. Almost immediately, she licked them and pushed her tongue gently between his teeth. The tenderness of her kiss erased every thought of revenge from his mind. He sighed and ran his palm lightly over her thigh.

Then he felt sharp pain. She bit him.

And she bolted for the door.

The few seconds he lost recovering, he gained back when she struggled with the locked door. He caught her before she could turn the key. He pressed her back against the door with his whole body, lifted her wrists above her head, and held them tight.

“You really want it rough,” he growled as she thrashed.

He trapped both wrists in one hand and used the fingers of the other to grip her jaw.

“If I press any harder, you’ll have a bruise,” he said, trying to calm her.

It worked.

She stopped fighting, breathing hard.

“Smart,” he assessed dryly.

Then, in a second, he released her face and wrists and twisted her arm behind her back. She cried out in pain, but he was already pushing her to the desk and pressing her stomach against it. She still resisted when he shoved his leg between hers and forced her stance wider. Standing between her thighs, he pressed his pelvis against her ass and held her arm behind her so she couldn’t lift herself up.

“Let me go!” she screamed, with no chance of moving.

Instead of answering, he unbuttoned his pants and lifted her skirt. He grabbed her panties and tore. She felt like she was going to explode from arousal and that it showed. She needed to demonstrate resistance quickly. She used the two seconds while he rolled on the condom, when he needed both hands, for a futile attempt to escape.

He grabbed her hair and shoved into her brutally.

She clenched her teeth to hold back a satisfied moan. It was useless. Her wet panties had already betrayed her.

“You like it this way,” Erik stated hoarsely, and he didn’t wait to be asked before following it with more hard thrusts.

She came even faster than she had that Friday. It didn’t surprise him. But he didn’t want to let her go yet. He held her when she tried to resist and allowed himself his own orgasm only after her second.

“Next time, you can just say it. I’ll gladly do it to you like this,” he said gently.

He zipped his pants. She still lay limp on the desk, dazed, savoring the aftershocks of divine sensations. Only the last remnants of common sense told her to turn her face away from the camera.

Erik leaned down, pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, and slammed the door behind him.