A long time coming. A short time to cum.
The sexual tension had been impossible to ignore for months, the musky fog developing into a heavy cloud when they stepped into the elevator.
Everything outside that space seemed to disappear. Everything within the space did too, reduced down into two insatiable bodies whose lust had been invading every intimate sphere of their thoughts and desires.
The situation was impossibly cruel. Outside, at the bottom of the lift stood a jealous lover. At the top was a workplace. Things had escalated long before a vulnerable weak moment.
The scenario had occurred so many times in each of their heads. The shitty lift, stopping in time and space – giving them the time and space to live a moment condemned to occur outside of their day to day realities. Those moments unspoken. Those desires hinted at and hinted at and contemplated until their heads grew weary and their hands got sick of the cruel mistress that is the moral confines of their universe.
But the protagonists are helpless in the demanding control of fate. She wants to be his subordinate, he – her master. She gives him her enthusiastic permission, he takes it with the convincing conviction of a master.