Chapter 1: The Confession in the Dark
"Residents can be so incredibly annoying. Just yesterday I had someone who simply wouldn't exept his mail.", Tabea said, angrily.
"I know, right?", answered Jasper and looked around in the office. All of their colleagues had already left. Jasper knew it was time. "I love you and I'm so desperate to fuck you." Jasper looked back at Tabea, who stared at him as if she got hit by a bus. "I didn't really know how to say it, so I just said it. Sorry.", he explained, but she continued to stare at him her mouth slightly open, her beautiful green eyes filled with confussion and schock.
"Tabea," Jasper said, his voice suddenly low and rough, "I've spent so many hours watching you, imagining you—your hips, the way they sway when you walk, how they curve out from your waist like they were made to be gripped, held, *owned*. Every time you bend over to pick something up, I can see the way your ass presses against your tight skirt, full and round and just begging to be squeezed."
His gaze dropped lower, tracing the lines of her thighs through the fabric of her dress, the way they pressed together when she sat, the softness that promised to give way beneath his hands. "And those thighs—Jesus, I’ve dreamed about them wrapped around me, squeezing me tight while I—"
Tabea’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the edge of her desk. "Jasper, I-...?"
He didn’t let her finish.
“Your tits,” he rasped, gaze flickering down to where her loose white T-shirt clung to her chest like damp silk. “Those perfect fucking tits—small but heavy, just enough to fill my hands, the nipples already hard like little pebbles beneath that thin fabric. I can see the outline of your bra through the cotton, the way your tits swell and push against the cups, wanting out. They’re perky, aren’t they? Tight little mounds with puffy pink areolas that’d taste like salt and honey if I sucked them deep into my mouth.”
His voice dropped to a growl. “Just enough meat to bounce when I fuck you, but not so much they’re in the way. I can picture you spread out on your back on my bed, your wrists bound to the headboard with your own silk scarf, your ankles tied to the bedposts with strips torn from that ugly green curtain in your apartment. Spread wide, legs shaking, pussy already dripping because you know exactly what I’m going to do to you. How your tits jiggle when I hit them just right, how your nipples turn bright red from the sting of my fingers. You’d whimper, wouldn’t you? Beg me to stop, but your cunt would be *gushing* for more."
Tabea’s face burned. Her pulse hammered in her throat, her fingers digging into the wood of her desk. She should have stopped him. Should have told him to shut the fuck up. But the way his voice had gone rough, the way his eyes burned into her like he was already tearing her clothes off—it made her thighs clench together.
Jasper couldn't contain himself anymore.
He stood up from his chair, his cock already straining painfully against his trousers. He stepped closer to Tabea, the air between them thick with tension. She should have moved away, but she didn’t. Her body betrayed her, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.
"How your sweet, tight pussy grabs my dick hard each time I spank you.", he continued, as he reached around her to grab her ass.
He squeezed her cheeks hard, pulling her towards him. "I bet your cunt is soaked for me right now, isn't it?" His voice was a dark whisper, his breath hot against her ear. Tabea let out a soft gasp, her fingers trembling as they gripped the edge of her desk. She could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the musky scent of his cologne mixed with something raw and desperate. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Jasper smirked, satisfied by her silence. He slid his hand to her thigh, grabbing it firmly through the fabric of her stockings. "You’re not going to tell me no, are you?" He squeezed, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You want this just as much as I do. Your body is already begging for it."
Tabea’s breath hitched as his hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against the damp heat between her thighs. She should have pushed him away, should have told him to stop, but the way his voice had dropped to a growl, the way his eyes burned into her with such raw hunger—it made her weak. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her panties soaked through, her clit throbbing with need.
Jasper’s fingers pressed harder against her, the rough fabric of her stockings making the sensation even more intense. She felt his other Hand move up her side to her breasts.
He squeezed one of them through her thin T-shirt and bra with his strong fingers. Her nipple hardened immediately under his rough touch, aching for more.
"Am I how you imagined?" Tabea whispered, her voice shaky, but her eyes never leaving his. She bit her lip hard as Jasper's fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her closer, forcing her to feel every hardness of his body pressing against her.
Jasper groaned loud, his breath ragged. "Like a fucking fantasy," he growled, his voice rough. His fingers found the hem of her T-shirt, and with a sharp tug, he pulled it up, exposing her soft stomach beneath. He let out a low, animalistic sound as he took in the sight of her, her skin flushed and warm. "You're even better than I imagined," he said, his voice dripping with dark approval.
"Your skin's so soft, so fucking warm. I want to mark you up, Tabea. Want to bite your tits until they're red and your skin's covered in my prints. Want to leave hickeys on your neck so everyone at work sees them and knows you're *mine*."
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as his fingers slid beneath the cup of her bra, pushing it aside. "Know how long I've fantasized about this?" he murmured, his thumb rolling over her hardened nipple, making her gasp as pleasure jolted straight to her clit.
"I’ve jerked off to the thought of these perfect little tits so many times, imagining how they’d feel in my mouth, how you’d moan when I sucked them hard enough to leave bruises."
His other hand slid down, gripping the waistband of her skirt and yanking it up roughly, exposing the damp crotch of her panties. The fabric clung to her, transparent with her arousal, the outline of her swollen lips visible through the thin lace.
"Fuck," Jasper groaned, his cock throbbing painfully against his zipper. "Look at you. So fucking wet already. You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?
Jasper’s voice was a low growl against her ear as he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and yanked them down with one brutal motion, leaving her bare and glistening right there at her desk in the office while he still fully clothed.
Jasper didn't hesitate. One sharp tug split the thin fabric of her stockings apart at the thigh, the delicate mesh tearing with a sound like tearing silk, leaving raw, red marks on her skin where the seams had clung too tight. Her garters snapped loose from the force, and he didn’t stop to admire the ruin—he grabbed her thighs and lifted her hips onto the edge of the desk so fast she gasped, the wood scraping her lower back. Her bare ass hit the cool surface, her legs falling oand pushed her legs open.
"Fuck, Tabea," he groaned, his voice rough and desperate. "Look at this pretty little cunt." His fingers traced the slick folds, parting her lips to reveal the glistening pink flesh beneath. "So wet. So fucking *ready* for me." Jasper’s voice was a guttural snarl as he tore open his belt with one hand, the other still gripping Tabea’s thigh hard enough to bruise. The buckle clattered against the desk, the sound sharp in the quiet office. His zipper came down with a harsh *shink*, and then his cock sprang free—thick, flushed dark with blood, the head already slick with precome. He didn’t even bother to push his pants all the way down, just shoved the waistband low enough to free himself, the fabric pooling around his hips as he stepped between her spread legs.
Tabea barely had time to gasp before he was there—*there*—the broad, hot head of his cock pressing against her soaked entrance, forcing her open with a single, brutal thrust.
She cried out, her nails digging into the wood of the desk as he buried himself to the hilt in one merciless stroke. The stretch burned, her walls clenching desperately around his thick length, but the pain only made the pleasure sharper, more *real*. Her back arched, her tits bouncing with the force of his invasion, her nipples still aching from his rough handling.
"Fuck—*fuck*, you’re tight," Jasper growled, his voice a ragged snarl as he pulled back just enough to slam into her again, harder this time.
His hips snapped forward with a brutal, wet *smack*, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the empty office. Tabea’s breath left her in a choked whimper, her fingers clawing at the edge of the desk as he bottomed out inside her, his cock stretching her to the point of pain. But it wasn’t just pain—it was *fullness*, a deep, aching pressure that made her toes curl and her thighs tremble.
"Look at you," he panted, his grip on her hips tightening as he pulled back again, his cock dragging against her slick walls before he drove back in with a punishing thrust. "Taking my dick like a good little slut.
You love it when I split you open, don’t you? Love how my cock *owns* you—stretching you, filling you, making you take every inch like the greedy cunt you are."
Tabea whimpered, her back arching off the desk, but she didn’t deny it. Couldn’t. The truth was written in the way her hips rocked involuntarily, in the way her slick pussy squeezed around his cock with every rough thrust. The office lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh fluorescent glow over her flushed skin, the wet slap of their bodies filling the silence like obscene music.