Bastian's breathing became increasingly unsteady, harmonizing with the warmth radiating from Odette's touch. Engulfed by a fervor like towering waves, their senses succumbed, leaving logic and reason to be washed away.
The self-control he had maintained for so long had finally crumbled, allowing his desires to surge unhindered. He lowered Odette's long skirt until it gracefully cascaded to the floor. His hands then travelled up, daringly explored beneath the delicate fabric of her blouse.
Odette's cries were silenced by Bastian's ferocious kiss. A laughter bubbled up as the reality of their situation dawned on him – who he was with, where they were, what they're doing. His once unwavering beliefs disintegrated in the face of this enchanting woman, a blissful surrender he couldn't resist.
"Bastian!" Odette's shout rang out as he daringly slid down her underwear. Her protests grew louder with each tender caress he bestowed upon her breasts.
Ignoring Odette's pleas, Bastian bowed his head and voraciously nibbled on her undulating curves. It was her who approached him first, and her current resistance would not change anything.
Their soft murmurs of moans interwoven with deep breaths harmonised, creating a symphony that eclipsed the steady rhythm of the falling rain. Bastian, successfully holding off Odette's resistance, began to suckle her breasts with insatiable hunger, like a ravenous beast. —The more Odette struggled to break free, the more Bastian pressed his body against the sofa, showing his dominance
'Key'
When her consciousness began to slip away, Odette fought with all her might not to forget her purpose. While Bastian was busy tasting her aroused peaks, slowly…Odette's hand ventured into the sanctuary of his pocket.
"Ah!"
Odette quickly covered her mouth to stifle a scream. Before the fiery sensation in her breasts could abate, Bastian's grip forcefully already seized her other breast, igniting a tumultuous mix of pleasure and trepidation.
Suddenly gripped by fear, Odette sprang up and forcefully shoved Bastian's shoulders, struggling to break free.
As her gasps evolved into sobs, Bastian raised his head. In hushed whispers and soft shadows, like a rain-kissed night beyond the window, Odette found herself breathless and partially unclothed, while Bastian appeared almost ready for a business meeting, save for his gleaming red lips.
Bastian's eyes trailed Odette's every move. The air was filled with the rhythmic symphony of their deep, shared breaths. This was her final chance, Odette realized. If she resisted now, Bastian would surely relent. But what of the key?
Odette yearned to shed tears, but they remained unbidden. Her eyes were drawn to the buttoned pocket of Bastian's suit.
'Just a little bit more.'
In the end, Odette realized she had no choice but to forge ahead with her seemingly hopeless and aimless plan. For if she turned him away now, this once-in-a-lifetime chance would slip through her fingers, never to return.
They were in the company's office, the very same location where Sandrine had recently arrived. Bastian maintained enough self-control not to force himself on a woman who would soon be divorcing him, especially in a place like this. Yet, it was this precise circumstance that prompted her to take a hasty decision.
A tender silence cloaked them, creating an intimate atmosphere. Odette's resistance gently faded away, she tried to remain still, delicately nestled within the warm embrace of Bastian's shadow, but her body trembled ever so slightly with each exhale.
Witnessing this enchanting scene, Bastian's expression transformed from mild irritation to a passionate longing. The captivating allure of the mysterious woman before him stirred a sense of delight, giving rise to a soft, heartfelt laughter.
Bastian sensed he was being ridiculed, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He realized that ever since his serendipitous encounter with fortune in the hidden gambling den, he had embraced this side of himself — a truth he had always known, deep within his soul.
His laughter softly lingered as he took a deep breath, and before Odette could comprehend his intentions, he fervently kissed her once more — like a gentle stream morphing into a torrential flow in the blink of an eye Bastian pressed his lips against hers with unrelenting passion, delicately cradling her face, leaving behind the trace of his touch. Overwhelmed by the intensity, Odette's fingers danced frantically in search of the key.
"Don't!" Her voice trembled with urgency as Bastian tenderly nipped at her earlobe. Her heart raced wildly, threatening to explode, as she finally managed to unfasten the right pocket of his coat.
Concerned that Bastian would catch on to her actions, Odette swiftly cradled the back of his head, buried his face against her nape, preventing him from looking away. At the same time, her other hand stealthily reached into his pocket, searching for the key until, at last, her fingers brushed against the cool metal.
Without hesitation, Odette clutched the key as Bastian started to remove his jacket and tie. She tried to push him away, while her other hand tightly holding the once elusive key. As the sound of a belt buckle being undone reached her ears, her instincts whispered a warning of impending danger.
"Bastian! Stop! Don't do this!" Odette shouted, hoping for her plea to reach Bastian's ears.
With a disinterested face, Bastian undid the buttons of Odette's blouse and released the clasps of her partially unfastened bra.
"Please, stop…" Odette whimpered, surrendered to her fate as Bastian discarded her underwear. A soft, cool breeze lovingly brushed against her naked skin, while his gaze continued to be captivated by her beauty.
Odette wriggled and struggled, like a small animal caught in a tender snare. In a last-ditch attempt, Odette managed to twist her body, successfully breaking free from Bastian's hold. However, just as she was about to lift herself off the couch, Bastian recaptured her and drew her back into his embrace.
'Oh no, the key!'
Before Bastian could catch sight of it, Odette quickly concealed the golden key within the tight grip of her hand. Meanwhile, Bastian, having successfully captured her, guided her onto the sofa, spreading her legs wide apart .
His fingers delicately touched her most sacred place, the moments unfurled with breathtaking speed, leaving Odette no chance for resistance. Bastian embarked on a journey to trace every curve of her body, slowly loosening her hold on the key.
Odette instinctively averted her gaze, desperately seeking a secure place to hide the key. In a stroke of luck, she discovered a narrow crevice nestled between the backrest and cushion of the sofa.
At that moment, she suddenly felt a warm breath on her lower abdomen. As she directed her attention downwards, a surge of shock coursed through her veins. Bastian's face had found its place between her trembling thighs.
Stuttering, Odette managed to say, "B-Bastian, w-what are you…?" She felt immense embarrassment, her voice choking, barely escaping her throat. As fear caused her to tremble, she momentarily lost sight of the concealed key.
Nonetheless, Bastian effortlessly calmed her feeble resistance. Their delicate kisses and heated breaths intertwined in a passionate dance. Unable to resist the allure of the moment, Odette yielded with a gentle sigh, closing her eyes and allowing their tongues to sway in harmonious rhythm.
As her breaths became irregular, a surge of bliss cascaded through her most intimate depths. Immersed in Bastian's captivating touch, Odette was suddenly reminded of the hidden key's existence. While Bastian continued in his lustful oblivion, not raising his head, she discreetly pushed the key further into the couch's concealed crevice.
"Thank goodness…" Odette exhaled a gentle sigh, unaware that it had even passed her lips.
In that moment, she felt like a woman trading her body, overwhelmed with guilt and shame as she partook in this ephemeral delight.
A whirlwind of emotions and intense pleasure danced within her as Bastian slowly lifted his head, his lips moistened by her sweet essence.
In a single fluid motion, he drew Odette close, trapping her in a passionate embrace.
"Bastian…" Odette called out his name, her voice trembling with a flicker of hope.
Bastian brushed away her tears, his touch comforting and warm. As Odette tried to fathom the depth of his softly spoken words, her thoughts swirling with bewilderment, Bastian gradually unbuckled his belt and eased down his trousers.
In the silence that enveloped them, Odette released a piercing scream, her fear and anguish breaking through the air. She tried to run away, to flee from his grasp, but her delicate frame stood no chance against Bastian's overpowering strength.
Yet, in his arms, Bastian's laughter resonated, a wicked sound that intertwined with the darkness. Only after he had pacified her trembling form did Odette start to grasp the true depth of his intentions.
His shadow loomed over her fragile body. Bastian positioned himself above her, his shaft facing her, as he boldly explored his own pleasure. Each forceful stroke intensified his breath, while his unwavering gaze fixated upon Odette – a mix of obsession and hunger, drowning her in a sea of shame.
Unable to endure the torment any longer, Odette swiftly averted her gaze, desperate to shield herself from the vulgar scene unfolding before her. Yet, Bastian, shameless and unyielding, refused to yield to her resistance.
He grasped Odette's chin and forced her to look at him again, his eyes gleamed, radiating a victorious smile, as not even a trace of shame marred his face.
*.·:·.✧.·:·.*
The soothing sound of water flowing in the sink filled the room. After ensuring his hands were clean, Bastian shut off the faucet. Catching a glimpse in the mirror, he saw Odette, lifelessly lying on the sofa.
Gently drying his damp hands with a towel, he smoothed his tousled hair and clothes. With his appearance now effortlessly neat, Bastian confidently approached the sofa.
With each shallow, labored breath, Odette lay still and weak. Silently watching, she felt utterly helpless as Bastian's hand tenderly swept away the remnants of the vile deed that had tarnished her body.
"Please stop. I beg you," Odette pleaded, her voice growing louder as the wet towel grazed her chest, stomach, and finally her most intimate areas.
Struggling to rise, Odette found herself under Bastian's gaze as she curled up in the corner of the sofa, protectively covering her exposed body with her arms like a naive child.
Bastian let out a gentle chuckle and sigh before gathering Odette's strewn clothes from the floor and giving them to her.
"Could you please step out for a moment?" Odette pleaded, hastily taking her clothes from Bastian's hands.
Her cheeks and ears blushed a deep crimson. Though Bastian failed to understand her embarrassment, he eventually relented, placing her clothes on the sofa's armrest, picking up a cigarette and lighter, then leaving the office.
Before shutting the door, Bastian stole one last look. Odette, who had been observing him, suddenly seemed taken aback and avoided his gaze, holding her clothes close to her chest.
Bastian giggled as he watched this unexplored side of her before he closed the door behind him.
He sauntered down the extensive hallway toward the break room. As he entered, the staff members who had been smoking and conversing there promptly stood to greet him.
"It's alright, just continue your break," Bastian said, making his way to a seat near the window.
Delicate raindrops dampened the streets outside. Signboards, lights, and the glow of passing vehicles painted a vivid scene on the rain-drenched city night. The evening appeared ordinary, yet it also served as a haunting reminder of the madness that had happened.