The Fashion Show

The lights inside the grand Dior venue softened into a dramatic glow as the Fall/Winter collection runway show hit its stride. The bass-heavy music pulsed through the room while cameras flashed from every angle. Sana sat gracefully in the VIP section right beside the catwalk, legs crossed, her long auburn hair falling in loose waves over one shoulder.

She looked stunning. The oversized brown suede coat hung open over a tight black leather corset that hugged her waist and lifted her full breasts into a deep, tempting cleavage. Her ruched leather mini skirt clung to her hips, and the sheer black tights on her legs caught the light with every small movement.Then Lukas Voss stepped onto the runway.

He walked with powerful, confident strides. At well over six feet tall with a lean, athletic build, he wore a tailored black suit jacket left open over a white silk shirt unbuttoned almost all the way down. With every step, the fabric parted to reveal his sculpted chest and defined abs, his skin glowing under the bright runway lights. His sharp jaw, tousled dark-blond hair, and piercing grey-green eyes gave him an effortlessly commanding presence.

Sana could not look away.

Her gaze lingered openly on his exposed torso. She traced the hard lines of his chest and the ridges of his abs as he moved, heat blooming low in her belly. Her thighs pressed together beneath her skirt. She imagined what it would feel like to run her hands over that smooth, firm skin, to feel those muscles flex beneath her fingers. Her nipples tightened against the leather corset.

Halfway down the runway, his eyes swept across the front row and locked directly onto her. Their gazes held. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips when he realized exactly where she was staring. He didn’t rush. He slowed his walk just enough for her to get a longer look, deliberately tightening his abs as he turned at the end of the runway.

Sana’s breath caught. A warm flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. She knew she should look away, but she couldn’t. This was dangerous. She was TWICE’s Sana, a global ambassador sitting here as the face of luxury brands. Yet her body was reacting so strongly she could feel herself getting wet just from watching him.

When he passed her section again on the way back, Lukas turned his head and looked straight at her once more. His eyes dragged slowly over her corset and legs before returning to her face, dark with unmistakable interest.

Sana quickly dropped her gaze, heart hammering in her chest. But it was too late. The image of his bare chest and abs was burned into her mind. For the rest of the show she kept stealing glances whenever he appeared, her pulse racing each time. By the time the finale came and he walked one last time, their eyes met again. He gave her the smallest nod, like a silent promise.

The audience erupted into applause as the show ended, but Sana barely registered it. Her mind was already drifting to the afterparty, wondering if she would see him there... and what might happen if she did.

The afterparty spilled out onto a wide setback terrace halfway up the building. Warm golden lights hung overhead, mixing with the cool night air of Paris. Heaters glowed softly near clusters of elegant seating, and the city stretched out below with its endless shimmer of lights. Music played at a comfortable volume, letting conversations flow easily between fashion insiders, models, and brand guests.

Sana had arrived with her small group of Koreans. Two other models and a few staff members stayed close. She still wore the same striking outfit from the show: the brown suede coat draped over her shoulders, the black leather corset hugging her figure, and the short ruched leather skirt paired with sheer tights. She smiled and nodded as the others chatted in Korean, occasionally offering short replies or soft laughs. But her attention kept slipping.

She kept catching glimpses of Lukas across the terrace.

He stood out easily, tall and relaxed in his tailored black suit, a glass in hand as he spoke with a couple of other models. Every so often their eyes would meet. Each time, Sana felt a fresh wave of heat rush through her body. She would quickly look away, pretending to focus on the conversation around her, but it was useless. Her mind kept replaying the way his shirt had hung open on the runway, the sharp lines of his chest and abs.

After a few minutes, he excused himself from his group and walked straight toward her. Sana’s heart picked up speed the closer he got. When he stopped in front of her, she felt suddenly shy, unable to hold his gaze for long.

“Good evening,” he said, that smooth British accent cutting through the ambient noise. “Sana, wasn’t it? I’m Lukas Voss. We crossed paths during the show.”

Sana gave a small nod, cheeks warming. “Yes. Hello.” Her voice came out soft and careful. “You walked very well.”

Lukas smiled, clearly amused by how flustered she seemed. He glanced briefly at the Korean staff around her, including her manager who stood politely nearby, before turning his attention back to Sana.

“Thanks. I noticed you watching quite closely,” he continued, voice low enough that only she and those immediately next to her could hear. “Couldn’t help but wonder what you thought of the collection.”

Sana bit her lip for a second, searching for the right words in English. “It was nice. The clothes. You made them look strong.” She gestured vaguely toward his chest, then caught herself and dropped her hand, embarrassed.

He chuckled quietly, the sound warm and confident. “I’m glad. Truth be told, I’ve heard a lot about you. Sana from TWICE. Seems like every brand here has been fighting to get you as their ambassador. You’re quite the big name.”

She smiled shyly at the compliment but didn’t know how to respond beyond a quiet “Thank you.” The conversation stayed mostly one-sided after that. Lukas asked simple questions. Whether she was enjoying Paris, if this was her first Dior show, how the energy compared to her usual events. Sana answered each one with short, sweet replies, her English basic but clear. She giggled nervously when she struggled to find a word, and Lukas was patient, filling the gaps easily.

All the while, her eyes kept drifting. Down to the open collar of his shirt, to the hint of chest she could still see. He noticed. Of course he noticed. Every time her gaze dropped, his smirk grew a little more pronounced.

Her manager stayed right beside her the entire time, listening quietly without interrupting, a calm but watchful presence. The other Koreans occasionally joined the conversation before drifting back into their own discussions, but the manager never moved far.

Lukas leaned in just a fraction closer, his voice dropping. “This terrace is beautiful, but the view from higher up is something else entirely. Much more private. If you ever want to escape the crowd for a bit…”

He let the offer hang in the air, eyes locked on hers with clear intent.

Sana’s breath caught. She did not answer right away. Her manager was still right there, and the weight of everything she could lose pressed on her. But the pull was undeniable.

Lukas kept his eyes on Sana, waiting patiently for her answer. The offer lingered between them. Before she could find the right words, one of the other Korean models tapped her manager on the shoulder and pulled her into a lively discussion with a group of brand representatives nearby. The manager glanced back at Sana once, but the conversation quickly drew her attention away. She stepped a few feet aside, still within sight but no longer right next to them.

This was the opening Lukas needed.

He leaned in slightly and spoke in a low voice. “Come with me. Just for a little while. I promise the view is worth it.”

Sana hesitated. Her heart beat fast. She knew this was risky. She was supposed to stay professional, especially at an event like this. But something in his confident tone and the way he looked at her made her body ignore every warning in her head. She gave a small nod.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Lukas smiled and gently guided her away from the main terrace with a light touch on her lower back. They slipped through a side door used by staff and climbed a private staircase to a higher floor. The noise of the afterparty faded behind them. He used a key card to open a door at the end of a quiet hallway.

They stepped inside an elegant executive office. The lights were dim, but the real illumination came from outside. Floor to ceiling windows offered a stunning panoramic view of Paris at night. The Eiffel Tower stood proudly in the distance, sparkling with its golden lights against the dark sky. The city stretched out endlessly below them, a sea of glowing streets and rooftops.

Sana walked closer to the glass, her eyes wide with genuine amazement. She placed a hand lightly on the window and stared out.

“Wow,” she said softly, almost to herself. “So beautiful.”

The room felt intimate and private compared to the busy terrace. A large modern sofa faced the windows, and a wide wooden desk sat to one side. The city lights cast a soft glow across everything. For a moment, Sana forgot about everything else as she took in the breathtaking sight.

Lukas stood a few steps behind her, watching the way the lights played across her face and the curves of her body in that leather outfit. The air between them felt thick with tension now that they were finally alone.

Lukas took a slow step closer until he stood right behind her. The warmth of his body cut through the cool air of the room. Sana stayed facing the window, her eyes still fixed on the sparkling Eiffel Tower, but she could feel him there.

“You like the view?” he asked, his British accent low and smooth near her ear.

“Yes. It is really beautiful,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He placed his hands lightly on her waist, fingers resting over the brown suede coat. The touch was gentle but deliberate. Sana’s breath hitched. She did not pull away.

“I have been thinking about you since the runway,” he continued. His thumbs moved in small, slow circles against her sides. “The way you looked at me. Those pretty eyes staring at my chest the whole time. Did you like what you saw?”

Sana’s cheeks burned. She bit her lip and gave a tiny nod, too shy to speak. His words made her thighs press together under her leather skirt.

Lukas chuckled quietly, the sound deep and confident. “Good girl. I could tell. You kept looking even when you knew you should not.” One hand slid a little higher, tracing the edge of her coat where it met the leather corset, without going underneath. “You are even more stunning up close. This tight little outfit… it suits you perfectly.”

He brushed her long auburn hair to one side, exposing the soft skin of her neck. Sana shivered when his lips grazed just below her ear, a light, teasing kiss that sent warmth spreading through her body.

“We should not do this,” she whispered, even as she tilted her head slightly without thinking. “I am an idol. If someone finds out…”

“Shh,” he murmured against her skin. “No one is going to find out. It is just us here.” His other hand stayed firm on her waist, holding her gently in place as he placed another slow kiss lower on her neck. “You have been wet for me since the show, haven’t you?”

Sana let out a small, embarrassed sound. She did not answer, but her breathing had grown heavier. Lukas smiled against her neck and continued his soft kisses, trailing along her shoulder while his hands explored the curves of her waist and hips over her clothes.

“Tell me what you were thinking when you stared at my abs on the runway,” he said, voice turning a little rougher. “Be honest, Sana.”

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, then answered in a shy, hesitant voice. “They looked… very nice. Strong.”

Lukas pressed his body closer against her back, letting her feel his growing hardness through his trousers. “I want you so fucking badly right now,” he whispered hotly against her ear. “I want to take my time with you. Make you feel things you cannot get back home.”

Sana’s heart raced wildly. Her mind screamed that this was too dangerous, that she needed to stop before it went too far. But her body leaned back into him just a little, caught between fear and desire.

Lukas did not wait for her to reply. His hands grew bolder. One slid up from her waist and cupped her breast over the tight leather corset. He squeezed gently, feeling the soft fullness beneath the firm material. Sana gasped and placed her hand over his, but she did not push him away.

“These look so good in this corset,” he murmured against her neck, giving another slow squeeze. His thumb brushed across her nipple through the leather, feeling it harden under his touch. “I have wanted to touch them since I saw you sitting there watching me.”

Sana’s breathing became shaky. “Lukas… we really should not…” she whispered, but her voice lacked any real strength. Her body betrayed her, pressing back against him as he continued to grope her chest.

He smiled and moved his other hand lower, sliding it over her leather skirt until he gripped her ass firmly. He kneaded the soft flesh, pulling her hips back so she could feel his hard cock pressing against her. He rocked slowly against her, letting her feel exactly how much he wanted her.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he said, voice low and rough with lust. His British accent sounded even deeper now. “So tight and soft at the same time. I bet your pussy is soaking through those tights already.”

He kept one hand massaging her breast while the other explored her ass and thighs. His fingers slipped under the hem of her short leather skirt, teasing the bare skin just above her sheer tights. He did not go further yet, just rubbed and squeezed, enjoying the way her legs trembled.

Sana let out a soft, needy whimper. Her mind was still fighting, reminding her how dangerous this was. But every touch made it harder to think straight. When Lukas kissed her neck again, this time sucking lightly on her skin, her eyes fluttered shut.

He turned her around slowly so she faced him. His hands immediately returned to her body. One went back to her breast, groping it more openly now, while the other rested on her lower back, pulling her flush against him. He looked down at her flushed face with dark, hungry eyes.

“Look at me,” he said. When she shyly lifted her gaze, he leaned in and kissed her properly. It started slow but quickly grew deeper. His tongue slipped into her mouth as his hand squeezed her ass harder, pressing her against his erection.

Sana kissed him back, hesitant at first, then with growing need. Small sounds escaped her whenever he groped her body. His hands roamed freely now, touching her waist, her hips, her breasts, and her ass, teasing her through her clothes without rushing to remove anything.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. “Tell me to stop if you really want me to,” he whispered. “But I do not think you want that, do you, Sana?”

She did not answer. Instead, she looked up at him with wide, conflicted eyes, her body clearly begging for more even as her mind still whispered warnings.

Lukas kissed her again, deeper this time, while his hands worked on the buttons of her brown suede coat. He pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her. Sana shivered as the cooler air touched her arms, now only in her leather corset and skirt.

He pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes darkened as they roamed over her body. “God, you are gorgeous,” he said, voice thick with want. His hands returned to her breasts, groping them more freely now that only the corset separated his palms from her skin. He squeezed and kneaded them, thumbs circling her hard nipples through the leather.

Sana’s breath came out in short gasps. “Lukas… this is too much,” she whispered, but she did not stop him when his fingers found the laces and hooks at the front of the corset.

He worked them open one by one, slow and deliberate. When the corset finally loosened, he tugged it down, freeing her full breasts. They spilled out into his hands. Lukas groaned softly and immediately lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud while his other hand played with the second breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers.

“Ah…” Sana moaned quietly, her hands gripping his shoulders. Her mind was spinning. This was really happening. She was letting a man she barely knew undress her in a stranger’s office while the afterparty continued downstairs. The risk made her heart pound even harder.

Lukas switched to the other nipple, giving it the same hungry attention. After a moment he straightened up and kissed her again, his hands still cupping and playing with her bare tits. He rolled them in his palms, squeezed them together, and teased her nipples until she was trembling.

Then his hands moved lower. He found the zipper on the side of her ruched leather skirt and pulled it down. The skirt slid off her hips and pooled at her feet. He stepped back slightly to admire her, now standing there in just her sheer black tights and tiny black panties.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured. His hands slid over her hips and ass, squeezing the soft flesh. One hand moved between her thighs, rubbing her pussy over the damp fabric of her panties. “You are soaked already. All from me touching you.”

Sana’s face burned with embarrassment, but her hips twitched forward against his hand. Lukas smiled and continued playing with her body. He groped her ass, slapped it lightly, then moved back up to her breasts, bouncing them in his hands and leaning down to suck on them again.

He was still fully dressed in his sharp black suit, only his growing erection pressing obviously against the front of his trousers. Sana stood almost naked in front of him, breathing heavily, her body reacting strongly to every touch even as guilt and worry flickered in the back of her mind.

Lukas hooked his fingers into the waistband of her tights and began slowly pulling them down her legs, his eyes never leaving her body. Once they hit the floor, he helped her step out of them completely. She was now fully naked in front of him.

He took a step back and let his eyes roam over her body. “Perfect,” he said, voice low and hungry. “Every single inch of you.”

Sana tried to cover herself with her hands, feeling extremely exposed. “Lukas… this is crazy,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I should not be here like this.”

But he was not listening to her protests anymore. He gently moved her hands away and pulled her toward the large sofa facing the windows. He sat down first, then guided her onto his lap so she straddled him. His hands immediately returned to her body, groping her bare tits again, squeezing them together as he leaned in to suck on her nipples hard.

Sana moaned softly, her head falling back. One of his hands slid between her legs. His fingers found her soaked folds and rubbed her clit in slow circles before slipping two fingers inside her. She was dripping wet. He pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot while his mouth stayed busy on her breasts.

“You are so fucking tight,” he groaned against her skin. “And so wet for me.”

After a few moments, Lukas pulled his fingers out and looked up at her with dark eyes. He took her hand and guided it down to the front of his trousers.

“Unzip me, Sana,” he said, his British accent thick with lust. “Take my cock out. I want you to see what you did to me.”

Sana’s face flushed deep red. She hesitated for a second, biting her lip, but her fingers obeyed. With shaky hands she pulled down his zipper and reached inside. When her fingers wrapped around his thick, hard cock, she pulled it out. It stood up proudly between them, throbbing and already leaking precum.

Lukas groaned at her touch. “That’s it. Good girl.”

He lifted her hips slightly and lined himself up with her entrance. Sana looked down, eyes wide. “Wait… condom?” she asked nervously.

Lukas shook his head and pulled her down slowly, sinking the first few inches inside her. “No condom. I want to feel all of you.”

Sana gasped loudly as he stretched her open. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. “Ah… it is too big…” she whimpered, but she did not try to get off him. Instead, she slowly sank lower, taking more of his cock until he was buried deep inside her.

Lukas groaned in pleasure and gripped her ass with both hands. He started guiding her up and down, making her ride him on the sofa while the Eiffel Tower sparkled behind them through the windows.

“Ride me, Sana,” he said, voice rough. “Let me watch those tits bounce while I fuck you.”

She moved hesitantly at first, still shy, but the pleasure quickly took over. Her moans grew louder as she rode his cock, her naked body moving on top of his fully dressed one.

Lukas leaned back against the sofa, his hands gripping Sana’s hips tightly as she sank all the way down onto his cock. He was buried deep inside her, stretching her completely. The feeling of her tight, wet walls around him made him groan with pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he said, voice low and rough. “So warm and tight. Keep riding me, Sana. Just like that.”

Sana placed her hands on his chest for balance, her naked body fully exposed as she started to move. She lifted her hips slowly then sank back down, taking his thick cock again and again. Her full breasts bounced with every motion, the city lights from the window glowing across her skin.

She was still shy, her movements a little hesitant at first. But the pleasure quickly became too much to resist. Her breathing grew heavier, turning into soft moans every time she took him deep.

Lukas watched her with hungry eyes. One hand stayed on her hip, guiding her rhythm, while the other moved up to grope her bouncing tits. He squeezed them firmly, pinching her nipples as she rode him.

“Look at the view behind you,” he told her. “The Eiffel Tower is right there while you fuck yourself on my cock. Does that turn you on?”

Sana glanced over her shoulder, her cheeks burning with embarrassment even as her pussy clenched harder around him. “It is… too much,” she whispered, but she did not stop moving. Instead, her hips started rolling faster, grinding down on him with more need.

Lukas smirked and slapped her ass lightly, encouraging her. “That’s a good girl. Ride me harder. I want to feel how badly you need this.”

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the quiet office as Sana began to lose herself in the rhythm. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts hovering close to his face. Lukas took full advantage, capturing one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard while she bounced on his lap. His other hand kept spanking her ass in time with her movements, leaving faint red marks on her pale skin.

Sana’s moans grew louder and more desperate. Her long auburn hair fell messily around her shoulders as she rode him with increasing urgency. Every time she sank down, his cock hit deep inside her, rubbing against that perfect spot that made her tremble.

“So big” she gasped between moans, her English slipping as pleasure clouded her mind. “It feels… ah… so deep.”

Lukas groaned and thrust up to meet her, driving himself even deeper. His hands gripped her waist firmly, helping her bounce faster on his cock. Sweat started to glisten on her skin as she chased her pleasure, completely naked while he remained fully dressed beneath her.

He could feel her getting close. Her pussy fluttered and tightened around him with every stroke.

“That’s it, love,” he growled, his British accent thick with lust. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel you.”

Sana’s body tensed. Her riding became more frantic until she finally cried out, shaking as her orgasm hit her hard. Her walls pulsed tightly around his thick shaft, soaking him with her wetness. Lukas held her down firmly on his cock, letting her ride out every wave of pleasure while he watched her face in pure satisfaction.

She collapsed forward against his chest, breathing heavily, her body still trembling from the intense release.

But Lukas was not done with her yet.

Lukas gave Sana only a few moments to catch her breath. He lifted her off his lap, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. She was still trembling from her orgasm when he stood up, turning her around to face the large window.

“Come here,” he said, guiding her forward. “I want you right against the glass.”

Sana’s legs felt weak, but she let him move her. He positioned her body so her bare breasts pressed against the cool window. The contrast made her nipples harden instantly. From this height, the view of Paris at night was breathtaking. The Eiffel Tower sparkled brightly in the distance, while streets and buildings glowed below them.

“Lukas… someone might see,” she whispered, voice filled with worry. Her hands rested on the glass as she looked out. The thought of being naked and exposed like this, even if they were high up, sent a rush of shame through her.

He pressed up behind her, his hard cock sliding between her thighs. “No one can see you up here,” he murmured against her ear. “But even if they could… I think you like the idea.”

One hand reached around to grope her breast, squeezing it against the glass while the other gripped her hip. He nudged her legs apart and lined himself up. In one smooth thrust, he pushed back inside her soaked pussy. Sana moaned loudly, her breath fogging up the window.

“Fuck,” Lukas groaned as he buried himself deep. “You feel even better from behind.”

He started fucking her with steady, powerful strokes. Each thrust pushed her body harder against the cold glass. Her breasts and cheek were pressed flat against it as he took her from behind. The city lights illuminated her naked body while he remained fully dressed, only his cock driving into her again and again.

Sana’s moans grew louder with every deep thrust. “Ah… it is so deep like this,” she gasped. Her mind kept flashing warnings. She was TWICE’s Sana. If anyone ever found out she was here, getting fucked like this against a window, her career could be ruined. But the pleasure was overwhelming. Every time he drove into her, those thoughts melted a little more.

Lukas slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing in the quiet office. “Look at the view while I fuck you,” he ordered, his British accent rough with lust. “All of Paris right there and your tight little pussy is taking my cock so well.”

He picked up speed, pounding into her harder. One hand stayed on her hip for leverage while the other reached around to rub her clit. Sana’s legs shook. Her moans turned into desperate whimpers as he fucked her relentlessly against the window.

“You are mine tonight,” he growled, spanking her ass again. “Say it.”

“I… I am yours tonight,” she repeated breathlessly, voice shaky and soft.

Lukas groaned in approval and fucked her even deeper, his hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. He kept her pinned against the glass, her naked body on full display to the glittering city while he claimed her completely.

Lukas pulled out of her suddenly, leaving Sana whimpering at the empty feeling. He turned her around and guided her down onto the soft carpeted floor. “On your stomach,” he ordered, voice thick with need.

Sana obeyed, lying flat on her front. Lukas moved over her, covering her smaller body with his own. He spread her legs just enough and positioned himself between them. In one smooth motion, he pushed back inside her from behind in a deep prone bone position. The weight of his body pressed her firmly into the floor as his cock sank all the way in.

Sana moaned into the carpet, the new angle feeling incredibly deep. “Ah… Lukas… it is too much like this,” she gasped, her voice muffled.

He started thrusting slowly at first, grinding into her with long, heavy strokes. His chest pressed against her back, his suit fabric rubbing against her bare skin. One hand gripped her hip while the other reached under her to grope her breast, squeezing it as he fucked her.

“You take my cock so well in this position,” he groaned into her ear. “I can feel everything. So fucking tight.”

Sana’s fingers clutched at the carpet as pleasure built again. The position was overwhelming. She felt completely owned, pinned beneath him while he drove into her again and again. Her moans grew louder despite her efforts to stay quiet.

Then a sharp knock sounded on the office door.

“Anyone in there?” a security guard called out.

Sana froze in panic. Her eyes went wide and her body tensed. Lukas, however, did not stop. He immediately clamped his large hand over her mouth, muffling her sounds, and kept thrusting slowly but deeply into her.

“Don’t worry, Jeff,” Lukas answered calmly, his voice steady even as his cock continued sliding in and out of her. “It is me, Lukas. Pierre gave me the keys. I am just resting a bit up here.”

The guard paused for a second. “Alright, Mr. Voss. Enjoy the view. Let me know if you need anything.”

Footsteps faded away down the hallway.

The moment the danger passed, Lukas removed his hand from her mouth and started fucking her harder. He pinned her down with his body weight and pounded into her with deep, relentless strokes.

“You almost got us caught,” he growled into her ear, sounding more turned on than worried. “Did that scare you? Or did it make you wetter?”

Sana could only moan helplessly beneath him, her body shaking from the intense pleasure and the rush of almost being discovered. Lukas kept her pressed flat against the floor in prone bone, fucking her with raw need as the city lights continued to shine through the windows above them.

Lukas kept Sana pinned beneath him on the floor, his body covering hers completely in the prone bone position. His hips moved with heavy, deliberate thrusts, driving his thick cock deep into her soaked pussy again and again. The weight of him on top of her made every stroke feel even more intense.

Sana moaned helplessly into the carpet, her fingers digging into the soft fibers. “Lukas… ah… slow down…” she whimpered, but her hips pushed back slightly to meet his thrusts despite her words.

He ignored her weak protest and fucked her harder, grinding his hips down with every stroke so his cock rubbed perfectly against her most sensitive spots. His mouth was right beside her ear, breathing hot and heavy.

“You feel too good,” he growled in that smooth British accent. “I am not pulling out. I am going to fill this tight little pussy.”

Sana’s eyes widened. “Wait… inside…?” she gasped, a mix of panic and arousal in her voice. “You cannot… my reputation… if something happens…”

But her words dissolved into another loud moan as he thrust particularly deep. Lukas wrapped one arm around her, holding her tightly against him while his other hand gripped her ass, spreading her open as he pounded into her.

“I do not care,” he said roughly. “You are going to take every drop.”

His pace became faster and more aggressive. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room. Sana’s body trembled violently beneath him as another orgasm built quickly. Her walls clenched tightly around his cock, squeezing him as she came hard for the second time.

That was all Lukas needed.

With a deep groan, he buried himself as far as possible inside her and started to cum. Thick, hot ropes of semen flooded her pussy, filling her completely. He kept thrusting slowly through his orgasm, pushing his load deeper into her with every stroke. Sana moaned weakly, feeling every pulse of his cock as he emptied himself inside her.

When he finally finished, he stayed buried deep for a few moments, breathing heavily against the back of her neck. A small trickle of his cum leaked out around his cock as he slowly pulled back.

Sana lay there panting on the floor, naked and filled with his seed, her mind spinning with guilt and lingering pleasure.

Lukas stayed on top of her for a moment longer, his cock still twitching inside her as the last drops of his cum leaked out. He finally pulled out slowly, watching as a thick trail of his seed dripped from her pussy onto the carpet. Sana lay there breathing hard, her body flushed and marked with faint red handprints on her ass.

He stood up and lifted her effortlessly, carrying her over to the wide wooden office desk. He swept a few items aside and laid her on her back across the cool surface. Sana looked up at him with hazy, conflicted eyes as he stepped between her spread legs.

“Lukas… we should stop now,” she whispered weakly, even as her legs parted further for him.

He did not answer with words. Instead he gripped her thighs, pulled her to the edge of the desk, and pushed back inside her in one firm thrust. Sana arched her back and moaned loudly at the sudden fullness. In this missionary position on the table, she could see his face clearly as he started fucking her again.

His hands held her legs open wide while he drove into her with deep, steady strokes. The desk creaked under them. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and Lukas could not resist leaning down to suck on them again, biting gently at her sensitive nipples.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he said, his British accent rough and breathless. “Spread out on the table, taking my cock after I already filled you.”

Sana’s hands gripped the edge of the desk above her head. Every powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel his earlier cum being pushed deeper inside her with every stroke. The mix of shame and overwhelming lust left her dizzy.

Lukas straightened up again, holding her legs against his chest as he fucked her harder. The new angle made her moan even louder. Her pussy clenched around him desperately, still sensitive from her previous orgasms.

After several intense minutes, Lukas felt his second climax building. He sped up, pounding into her roughly until he could not hold back any longer. With a low groan he pulled out suddenly, stroking his slick cock fast.

“Come here,” he ordered.

Sana barely had time to react before he moved forward. The first thick rope of cum landed across her breasts, painting her soft skin. More followed, shooting up onto her neck and finally across her pretty face. Some landed on her lips and cheek as she gasped. Lukas kept stroking until every drop was on her, marking her naked body.

Sana lay on the desk, chest heaving, covered in his cum and breathing shakily. Her mind was a storm of guilt, pleasure, and disbelief at what she had just done.

Lukas looked down at her with a satisfied smirk, still fully dressed in his sharp suit. He reached down and picked up her discarded black panties from the floor. He folded them neatly and tucked them into his breast pocket like a handkerchief, the lace edge peeking out.

“A little souvenir,” he said casually.

Lukas tucked his cock back into his trousers and zipped up. He straightened his suit jacket and ran a hand through his tousled hair, looking perfectly composed again. He glanced down at Sana one last time. She was still lying on her back across the desk, completely naked, breathing heavily with his cum splattered across her breasts, neck, and face. Her eyes were half-closed, her body limp and flushed.

He gave her a small smirk but said nothing more. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the office, closing the door quietly behind him.

Just outside in the hallway, Jeff the security guard was standing there. The older man raised an eyebrow and gave Lukas a knowing look.

“Enjoy your time, Mr. Voss?” Jeff asked with a slight smirk.

Lukas adjusted his cuff and smiled confidently. “Absolutely.”

As Lukas walked down the hallway, Jeff waited a few seconds then stepped toward the door. He opened it just enough to peek inside. His eyes widened when he saw Sana still lying there on the desk, fully exposed, legs slightly spread, covered in cum that glistened under the city lights coming through the windows.

Jeff quickly pulled out his phone, aimed it at the scene, and took a clear photo. He stared for another second, then quietly closed the door and walked away down the corridor with a satisfied grin.

Sana remained alone in the room, naked and marked, the weight of what she had just done slowly settling over her as the distant sounds of the afterparty drifted up from below.