⚠️Warning ⚠️

We have a NSFW content in this chapter. Light Bdsm play, nothing too extreme. But, still steam inducing, at least. Proceed with caution.

Whatever she'd been expecting, it wasn't this.

The 'office' took over an entire floor of a squat building further up the Strip, halfway between Treasure Island and Resorts world. But, instead of the standard open plan, the high ceilinged converted warehouse boasted of a maze of polished scaffolding and living walls that curved into cozy nooks and cubicles.

The air was imbued with a herbal scent and the light in the middle of the office was diffused and warm.

Honestly, Elodie had expected that it would be some fusion of a club-house and an open space like Sin City in London. So, seeing a proper office, one where people worked on large computer screens and talked into receivers was surprising.

But, what was even more surprising was the sight of Angelo—garbed in tailored mid-night blue suit and jacket, deep pink tie that matched the cuffed shirt underneath his jacket—waiting in the reception area.

Her steps faltered, the threat she faced earlier melting away into oblivion of her mind at the wonderful sight that was this man.

A stirring started lower in her belly as their gazes met. Held.

Familiar molten irises roamed all over her figure, pausing appreciatively on the rise and fall of her chest, then back to her eyes. Even he couldn't disguise the heat in his gaze.

Her own pulse galloped.

"Good morning," she said shyly, fingers toying with the thin leather strap of her purse.

"Good morning, bambino. Coffee?" He held out a cup with a large shop logo on it; although she couldn't make out it the name from this far.

"Yes, thank you." She took it, inhaling slightly. It was iced white mocha, and the coldness seeped into the palm of her hands, grounding her.

"Come join me in my office."

So used was she to his brisk and commanding tone, and hearing this soft tone instantly raised her suspicions.

Elodie didn't have the time to look around as she wanted to and Angelo not breaking his stride indicated that he didn't want questions, either.

His private office was a sprawling space on the other end of the building—the corner spot, of course. Tall large windows opened to the Strip and accents of green and pink glowed against the sedate light wood.

The sun ricocheted against everything—the light sconces that might have been raided from an high fashioned home magazine by someone; pink shelves that were cluttered with small sculptures forged in different beautiful metals; floral illustrations in opulent art-deco frames; Angelo's desk,, a long block of polished white marbles set on two blocks of what looked like solid gold.

Elodie could barely see with how bright everything was.

What she saw, however, was grandiose and opulence in a way she hadn't expected. The decor didn't look like Angelo's Angelo's style, at all. Someone else must have done it.

"It's magnificent. And so tasteful..." She prattled on as Angelo locked the door and moved towards her desk.

Elodie was nervous. She didn't know how to act now that they were alone, but talking didn't seem to help. Angelo wasn't paying attention to her either.

She sipped her coffee. The drink was perfect. Smooth creaminess and a perfect balance of white chocolate, coffee and ice. She had no idea how Angelo had known, because she hadn't taken coffee in front of him once.

Okay, maybe she did on their visit to the Sky Garden, but she hadn't ordered this particular one.

"It's great. The coffee. Thank you."

"Boss told me it's what you like," Angelo said, turning around and clicking a small remote. "She was surprisingly...helpful."

Huh?

Elodie was curious about why he'd been talking to Boss about her in the first place, and what they'd discussed.

The glass office walls went opaque, turning a milky white.

"Oh," Elodie replied. "I guess I should thank her then."

"Bend over the desk," Angelo said, and motioned towards his workspace.

Elodie obeyed even before her brain could catch up.

Leaving her handbag on a chair, placing her coffee cup on a coaster, and resting her hands between reams of paper he'd left lying about.

So, they were going straight into riding the waves of pleasure. Because there was no way Angelo would do this to her without having something planned before hand. Plus, she'd seen the heat behind his eyes when they were in reception.

Truth be told, Elodie had also been stewing in arousal after her conversation with Jean and Hana.

Getting creative would have to wait, though.

"Spread your legs apart."

Elodie did. Underneath the flutter of arousal was also nerves. There was no telling what to expect from Angelo. And although he'd told her explicitly just how much he'd love to play with her, she still wasn't fully prepared for his games.

Angelo came to stand behind her. Elodie let her gaze fall onto his desk while she waited for his next move.

He had an expensive computer and trays made of woven wires packed with documents, but no personal belonging in sight. She wondered if this was truly his office or he'd just borrowed it for this purpose.

It also reminded her that whatever she felt in the next few minutes, she had to keep a clear head. There were things she had to glean from him if she wanted to do something back to him.

"Do you want to know what I want to do beforehand, so you can tell me to go on with it or not?" Angelo asked.

"No." If she knew beforehand, then she was sure to put a stop to it. Anxiety would make a mess of her. "I would prefer that you just do it."

"Alright. Just give me the word 'Red' if you want me to stop. Okay?"

"Okay."

Elodie felt the heat of Angelo's body shifting closer to her, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation as it slicked over her skin, making her muscles tight with anticipation.

"When we are alone, you will call me sir," Angelo reminded her, fingers caressing her spine before lifting her hand.

They'd done this when they had sex in  his home in London. So lost was she in her pleasure that she hadn't thought anything of it. But, now, she was fully aware of what was happening. Angelo craved her submission.

"Yes, sir," Elodie replied.

Given her position, Elodie half-expected a spanking. But, what she didn't expect was for him to push her dress up, so that the skirt settled around her waist, and the tips of his fingers connecting with her clit hard enough to make her gasp and arch her back.

It wasn't strong enough to hurt, but the bite shot up her spine, and evoked a flinch from her. "Oh," Elodie whimpered.

Angelo reached under her skirt, lowered her panties until they were pooling around her ankles. His fingers trailed the insides of her left leg, drawing little circles, enticing goose bumps.

"I will spank your pussy six more times. And after each one you'll have to say 'thank you, sir. Please give me more."

"Yes, sir."

"Brava ragazza."

Angelo's fingers spread her nether lips open, and with his free hand, he hit her pussy again.

This time, the smack was so forceful that it disoriented her and made her gasp. Her clit throbbed at the contact and the heady scent of sex started to fill the air.

He caressed her back and sprinkled kisses along her spine. The impression of his lips seeped into Elodie's skin, leaving her sensing each of his desires as if they were assembling inside her.

Angelo moved up until his teeth sank into the base of her skull enough to hurt, but not draw blood, and she cried out, knees shaking.

It was only then she remembered that she had forgotten to do as he asked. She gasped and nearly stood up, but Angelo pushed her down back in place, pining her body underneath him.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, heart pounding.

"We'll start over again."

The next slap was swift and sharper than the last one. Elodie lurched from the contact to her slit. Her vision blurred, but she kept her head about her this time.

"Thank you sir. Please give me more, sir?"

"That's more like it," Angelo growled and bit into the back of her neck like a savage. A faint cry dropped from her parted lips.

Angelo pressed onto her back, and he ground his rigid cock into her, teasingly, driving her crazy.

"Cazzo, you're so fucking stunning." His breaths were suddenly labored.

Elodie stifled her noise to pleasure from hearing just how affected he was by her. Angelo may be a block of ice when he desired, but he'd never been one when they fucked. He lost all the tight reins he had over his emotions. Knowing she could reduce him to that—this—was heady.

He undid her ponytail, and sank his fingers into her scalp, sending so much waves of pleasure through her, sentizing her skin so much that when he smacked her ass, Elodie felt it scald her like a hot cup of coffee.

Angelo increased the intensity of his smacks, never hitting the same place twice, but still leaving enough gap that her own butt was on fire. His speed and strength melded together to leave Elodie's ass stinging.

She tried. Elodie really tried to say the words required of her, but they were blurred and slurred until it became one long string of messy, meaningless, babble.

"I want to fuck you with my hands," Angelo suddenly said.

"Yes." Elodie said. But, a quick smack to her clit again reminded her what she forgot. "Yes, sir."

Angelo's fingers found slickness and no resistance whatsoever. Elodie shook her head, mystified that he'd reduced her to such a mess with just a few spanks.

"Changed your mind?"

Elodie laughed at the question, forgetting all decorum and who had even asked it in the first place. It was ridiculous, that question of his.

She shook her head again, feeling a bit feverish. Her ass was on fire, little ants crawling all over it and setting an inferno that seeped into her blood streams and lit it up like the Chinese skies during new year celebrations.

Her tongue felt too heavy, and her mind was untethered.

"Don't stop, sir," she managed, once she unglued her tongue.

"Fuck, you're so wet." He eased two fingers into her, oh so slowly.

"In a good way?"

It was Angelo's turn to laugh and his laugh swam over her like an aphrodisiac. She wanted to hear it again while he was so deep inside her.

Angelo pulled his fingers out and worked them in, again and again, working a somewhat erratic tempo, keeping Elodie on the cliff edge, then overwhelming her senses when he curled in fingers in her pussy.

Elodie lurched forward, then backwards unto his questing fingers, not knowing quiet what to do with her hips. It was a feeling like she'd never known before.

"That is your G-spot," he explained, stroking that bundle of nerves with his fingers. "Do you want me to rub it some more of you, Tesoro?"

"Yes...please. Yes, sir. Please," She stammered.

"You feel so good gripping my fingers," he growled,  hs in and out in ernest now. "Your greedy cunt sucking me in, clamping down on me like a fucking leash."

Elodie groaned and went limp, letting her forehead hit the desk with a soft thud. Behind her, Angelo emitted a small sound of satisfaction.

"You feel so good inside me," Elodie babbled, hips working in time with his thrusts. "Oh god! I wish you could stay inside me forever."

Angelo's laugh, the one that was quickly becoming her favorite, rumbled against her; deep and sensual, and that only made Elodie lose more control.

She wasn't a stranger to pleasure. She had never masturbated before having sex with Angelo, neither had she ever experienced these rush of feelings coarsing through her even though they'd fucked twice now. This lightness surging to her pussy, throbbing her clit.

It was a complete surrender to the onslaught of sensations Angelo was skillfully pulling from her.

It was this tsunami of ecstasy.

Elodie fell deeper into herself, deeper and deeper until there was nothing left for her to feel except for the rush of pleasure rushing at her,, crowding her, solidifying into a mass that surrounded her completely.

She couldn't brush it aside or swim out of it. She had to exist inside it until it dispersed.

And when it did, Angelo was there, body pressed against her, fingers slowly their tempo, but massaging her walls enough to elicit little shivers that shook her core. Her nipples scratched against the material of her bra, and she pressed more into him, mewling.

"You did so well," He praised, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ears.

Elodie's head body spasmssd and something tightened inside her, threatening to release more pleasure, overwhelm her once more.

"I didn't do anything sir," she told him, luxuriating in the little pats she was getting.

"You surrendered to me, Mia Cara. You gave yourself to me. I'm so proud of you."

Elodie's throat constricted and her hands tightened into fists. She wanted more than what he just gave her.

She wanted him to tie her up, toy with her, press his fingers against her sternum until she felt the almost crushing weight of him.

"Are you angry about Vasily using you like that?"

She couldn't deny it if she wanted to. Besides, she could drive him to jealousy, because she could sense that he was a bit jealous that night.

"No." Elodie pressed her fingers into the table top to ground herself. "I enjoyed it."

Angelo withdrew from her, leaving her body cold. Elodie knew she should turn around, seek him, but she couldn't move. Shock held her in place.

She couldn't believe that he was truly jealous of the man. Wasn't he the one who'd allowed it to happen in the first place? Why was he so angry about that?

"Angelo," Elodie pushed her head against the marble, face flaming when she recalled how bare she was. "I'm not saying that I want to sleep with him again."

Angelo came back, standing to her right. A hand rested on her lower back, offering comfort, but that was all.

"Master, please." Elodie was flabbergasted that those words fell from her own lips. Her brain and her mouth seemed to have taken an absence of leave because why in the world did she call him that?

She wasn't a slave for fucksake!

"What happened? You were here andd satiated, and suddenly you seemed distressed."

"I-I...it's nothing."

"It's not nothing if you're worked up about it. Plus, how you feel matters to me, too."

Elodie felt her face grow hot as color stained her cheeks a splotchy red and she turned away, not that it would hide her reaction from Angelo who was watching her like a hawk.

"I...I want more."

Angelo chuckled darkly and pinched the skin of her neck between her teeth as though he couldn't geto enough of her. One of his hands trailed up her thighs until he was cupping her and scooping her juices.

Elodie pressed herself against his assault, hips canting as arousal lit a blazing path up her spine.

"I can't wait to have you incoherent and covered in your own cum and mine, your plush lips swollen from how much I'll bite them, and marking you with my fingers andd teeth and fucking cock."

Her breath stuttered with each words. "You're not mad?"

"Mad that you want me to mark you as mine? No, I'm not."

Angelo rolled her clit between his fingers, and pleasure shot up inside her, climbing with no resistance, overtaking her in seconds.

"I want all of you, baby."

His fingers teased her some more, until she was shivering and her juices were flowing, then he helped her stand up, pull up her panties, and re-tie her hair.

"Before we go any further, we'll have to talk about how much more you want." He said once she was sitted and sipping from her coffee. "I'll have Hana make a reservation for tonight."

Elodie nodded, her mind miles away.

And by the time Eyes came to fetch her from the drive back to their hotel, the enormity of her mistake had started to become clear.

She'd promised Jean she'd be okay. Even made Hana a promise that she'd get even with Angelo. Not to mention the promise she'd made herself to be okay.

It hadn't been twenty-four hours yet and she was already in trouble.

A/N:

Whew!

We're all already in trouble, girlie.

What do we think of this chapter?

The steam? The heat? The light play?

We're not done yet, not by a long shot. And why do you think Angelo made Elodie come to his office just for that?

How much further are you willing to bet that Elodie wants to go?

Do you think she'd still get creative or was that just a fib?

Are we seeing Vasily again?

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P.S. Happy Sunday.