She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Victoria glanced toward the door, then back at him.

”We’ve already taken too much time. If someone walks in right now, we really won’t have any way to explain this.”

Alex looked down at her, a slow, knowing smile tugging at his lips. His voice dropped into a low, teasing tone.

”Is that really what you want?” he asked quietly. ”Then why are your legs still locked around me... like you’re asking for more?”

Victoria’s eyes widened.

Only then did she become fully aware of her own body. Her thighs were still tightly wrapped around his waist, holding him deep inside her, her heels pressing lightly against his lower back as if silently demanding he stay. Heat rushed to her face. A sharp wave of embarrassment flooded her chest as she realized how clearly her body was contradicting her words.

”I...” she started, but the rest of the sentence caught in her throat.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, she began to loosen her legs. Her movements were careful, hesitant, as if every inch of separation cost her something. Even as she unwrapped herself from him, her expression remained soft and unwilling. She didn’t want to let go.

Alex felt it immediately. A quiet smile spread across his face as he gently brushed his thumb along her cheek.

”I’m unwilling to leave you too,” he said, his voice lower now, warmer. ”But we really should stop.”

He leaned in just slightly, his next words carrying a soft, playful edge.

”And from tonight onward... aren’t you already mine?”

Victoria’s eyes lit up at once.

The embarrassment was still there, but something brighter rose beneath it... a strange, quiet happiness mixed with a thrill she couldn’t quite hide. She would be living with him now. The thought settled over her like a warm current, both comforting and exciting at the same time.

”...Yes,” she whispered, almost to herself.

They finally separated.

Alex carefully pulled out of her, the slow withdrawal drawing a soft, involuntary sound from Victoria’s throat. She bit her lip and looked away, cheeks still flushed. For a moment neither of them moved, both still caught in the lingering heat of what they had just shared.

Then Victoria’s eyes drifted downward.

The polished surface of the desk was a mess. Clear, glossy trails of her own release had spread across the wood, some of it already dripping down the side and onto the floor. A few files that had been stacked neatly earlier now lay scattered across the carpet, knocked over during their earlier movements. Their clothes were thrown carelessly around the office... her blouse draped over the back of a chair, his shirt on the floor.

The sight made her freeze.

”...Oh no,” she whispered under her breath.

Her face grew even redder as the full extent of the mess registered. She quickly slid off the desk, almost stumbling in her haste, and began gathering her scattered clothes against her chest.

”I— I should clean myself up,” she said hurriedly, avoiding his eyes. Her voice was small and flustered. ”Just... give me a moment.”

Without waiting for a reply, she clutched her clothes tighter and quickly moved toward the attached washroom, nearly tripping over one of the fallen files in her rush.

Alex watched her go, still standing there half-dressed. A quiet, amused smile spread across his face as the door closed behind her.

Even now, after everything, she could still get this flustered.

Alex gathered his scattered clothes from the floor and desk, still completely bare. After a brief glance toward the washroom Victoria had disappeared into, he decided to use another one instead.

Without bothering to put anything on, he stepped out of the office with his clothes simply held in one hand.

Just outside, Margaret was seated at her desk, focused on the papers in front of her. The soft sound of the door opening made her look up, and she froze.

Her eyes widened sharply.

Alex stood there completely naked, calm and unhurried, the clothes dangling loosely from his hand. His body was still faintly marked from earlier, and his half-erect cock remained glistening under the office lights.

Margaret’s mouth opened, but no proper words came out at first.

”How... what are you doing out here like this?” she finally managed, her voice caught between disbelief and something close to a curse.

Alex’s gaze lowered slightly. He didn’t miss the way her eyes, despite her shocked expression, remained fixed on him, more specifically, on the heavy length between his legs.

A slow smirk curved his lips.

”What’s so strange?” he asked lightly, still making no move to cover himself. ”It’s not like you’re seeing me like this for the first time.”

”Still... you shouldn’t...” Margaret started, her voice tight.

Then his earlier words fully sank in.

Her eyes widened even further, the color draining slightly from her face as a strange mix of disbelief and unease flickered across her expression.

”What...?” she breathed. ”What do you mean?”

Alex let out a quiet laugh at her reaction, the sound low and amused. He shifted the clothes in his hand slightly, completely unbothered by his own state.

”So you want to play it like this, huh?” he said, still smirking.

He glanced down at himself briefly, then looked back at her. His body was still marked from earlier... faint trails of Victoria’s release mixed with his own, glistening under the light.

”Anyway,” he continued casually, ”tell me where the washroom is. I should really clean up.”

Margaret’s gaze flicked downward for half a second before she forced it back up. Without a word, she raised a hand and pointed down the corridor to her left, her movements a little stiffer than usual.

”That way,” she said.

Alex let out another quiet laugh as he turned and started walking in the direction she had pointed.

”You should have told me earlier,” he said over his shoulder, still completely unbothered by his naked state.

Margaret didn’t answer.

Her eyes followed him as he moved down the corridor. She couldn’t look away. The lines of his back, the steady movement of his body, the lingering scent of sex that still clung to him... it was all too much. Heat slowly rose in her chest again, unwanted but unmistakable. Her fingers curled slightly against the edge of her desk as a familiar, frustrating warmth stirred low in her stomach.

She really was getting aroused again.

Then, suddenly, something clicked in her mind.

Her eyes widened.

”No—!”

The word left her almost like a suppressed scream. Without another second of hesitation, she pushed away from her desk and ran after him.

***

Alex stepped into the washroom and closed the door behind him. He tossed his clothes onto the counter and turned toward the shower, already reaching to adjust the temperature.

Then his eyes caught something on the floor near the sink.

A pair of panties, damp, discarded, and clearly left in a hurry.

He stared at them for a second before a slow smirk pulled at his lips.

Margaret.

She must have come here earlier to clean herself up.

Alex shook his head lightly, amused. She was fun to tease. He hadn’t expected her to be this easy to fluster when it came to things like this.

He was just about to turn on the shower when the door suddenly burst open.

Margaret rushed in, clearly panicked, her breathing uneven. In her haste she didn’t notice how wet the tiled floor still was from earlier use.

Her foot slid the moment it touched the slick surface.

”Ah—!”

Her body pitched forward hard. She tried to catch herself, but her balance was already gone.

Alex moved without thinking.

In one quick step he closed the distance and caught her firmly around the waist, stopping her fall just before she could hit the floor. The sudden momentum pulled her straight against his bare chest, her hands instinctively grabbing onto his arms for support.

For a moment, the only sound in the washroom was her sharp, startled breathing.

Alex steadied her against him, his hands still firm around her waist. For a second he simply looked down at her, then a slow, amused smile spread across his face.

”I never knew you were this eager to throw yourself into my arms,” he said lightly. ”You should’ve just told me. I would’ve waited.”

Margaret’s face turned bright red.

The moment the words registered, she pushed against his chest and quickly stepped back, putting distance between them as if the contact itself had burned her. Her breathing was still uneven, and she refused to meet his eyes.

”Who... who wanted to meet you...” she muttered under her breath, the words barely audible.

Then her gaze suddenly shifted.

There, near the sink, lay the damp panty she had left behind earlier. Her eyes widened in pure mortification. Without another word, she lunged forward, snatched it up in one quick motion, and spun around.

A second later she was already rushing out of the washroom.

Alex watched the door swing shut behind her, still standing bare in the middle of the washroom. For a moment he just stared, then a low laugh escaped him.

He shook his head, clearly entertained.

”At least thank your savior!” he called after her, voice carrying easily through the door.

There was no reply... only the quick sound of her footsteps already fading down the corridor.