Midnight Copy Room Confessions

Chapter 1: Late Night Heat

The office was a ghost town at 11 PM, the hum of the photocopier the only sound breaking the sterile silence. Lindy Li, a sharp-tongued intern with a 36C bust that turned heads without effort, stood by the machine, her flimsy blouse clinging to her curves as she fed documents into the tray. Her wedding was weeks away, but tonight, her mind was on deadlines, not diamond rings.

She didn’t hear the door creak open, didn’t sense the shadow until a gloved hand gripped her shoulder. A ski-masked figure loomed behind her, a blade glinting in the dim fluorescent light. Her breath hitched, but her voice came out like a whip. 'Who the hell are you, and what’s with the Halloween getup? I’ve got pepper spray and zero patience.'

The masked man chuckled, low and dangerous. 'Oh, Lindy, I’ve watched you strut around this office like you own it. Thought I’d make a personal introduction.' His blade traced the air near her blouse, and with a swift flick, the fabric parted like butter, leaving her in a lacy black bra that barely contained her.

'Touch me, and I’ll make sure you regret it,' she snapped, eyes blazing, even as her heart raced. But his gloved hand was already on her, ripping the bra away with a savage tug. He leaned in, his tongue dragging across her exposed skin, tasting her with a hunger that made her stomach twist. 'You’re a fucking creep,' she hissed, shoving at him, but his frame was unyielding.

'And you’re a goddamn tease,' he shot back, his voice rough with lust. His hand slid down, rubbing her through the thin fabric of her panties, coaxing a heat she fought to ignore. 'Look at you, already soaking through. You want this more than you’re letting on.'

'Go to hell,' she spat, but her body betrayed her, a shiver running through her as his fingers worked her, leaving her dripping. She gripped the edge of the photocopier, knuckles white, her mind a storm of fury and unwanted desire. 'You think you can just take what you want? I’m not some toy.'

'Oh, I’m taking everything,' he growled, pushing her panties aside with a rough jerk. She felt the heat of him, hard and unrelenting, pressing against her. 'You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting to feel this pussy.' His words were a taunt, and she shot him a glare that could kill, even as her breath came in sharp pants.

'You’re a sick bastard,' she fired back, but her voice wavered as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. The photocopier whirred beneath her, a cold contrast to the fire building inside. She braced herself, knowing what was coming, her mind screaming no while her body ached with a traitorous need. He was about to slide in, to claim her in the most primal way, and she steeled herself for the explosion of sensation that would follow...