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A knock on the door, it’s tentative but it gets his attention. His head tilts up in the direction of the door, fingers paused over the raised paper. You bite your lip, heart racing at a million miles an hour. He can probably hear it, but you pretend otherwise.
“Excuse me, are you Matt Murdock?”
“Yes,” he smiles. “Can I help you Miss… ?”
You give him a false name, Matt’s smile twitches and you take that as an invitation to step inside the small office, closing the door behind you. You’re wearing a dress, a light one that floats around your knees because you’re playing up your innocence. He likes hearing it swish as you walk.
“It’s late in the day,” he frowns, as you stop in front of his desk. “Our office hours are on the door.”
“I know, Mr. Murdock,” you simper. “But, I’m desperate. I need your help.”
He sighs, as if it’s a great trouble for him. Long, deft fingers stroke the dark stubble dotting his strong jaw. He’s handsome, in a softly rugged way. Eyes stay hidden behind his wine coloured lenses but that’s good, he’s good.
“Please,” you plead. “Counsellor.”
You detect a faint flush on the tip of his ears. He sits up straight at that, adjusting his burgundy tie and although there’s a desk between you, you can tell his legs are parted in a powerful, masculine stance. Matt’s voice is low when he speaks.
“And how exactly can I help you, Miss?”
A shiver races down your spine, and you try to remain calm, sighing dramatically.
“It’s my boyfriend,” you pout. “He keeps getting himself into trouble. Going out every night, beating up bad guys.”
“A vigilante?” he says. “Maybe he’s just trying to protect you.”
“I’d prefer it if he protected me from home,” you argue, walking round to his side of the desk. “I’m all alone, every night.”
Matt’s right hand curls into a fist, clenching slightly when you stand between his legs. Your knee brushes his, a jolt of electricity fizzles between you both. The air’s thick, hot and heavy with the premise of something forbidden.
“What do you think, Counsellor?”
“I think he’s an idiot leaving you home alone every night.” he murmurs, the velvety baritone adds to the pulsing ache between your legs.
“It’s so lonely,” you whine. “Maybe you could help.”
His breath hitches when you straddle him, hips slotted against his. You press your breasts to his chest, humming softly at the hard muscle you feel there.
“Please, Mr. Murdock.” you breathe, lips brushing his ear.
“I could lose my licence.” he argues, breath coming out in shallow pants.
“I can keep a secret,” you promise, rocking your hips against his. “I’m a good girl, I won’t tell anyone.”
You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, the stubble scratching as you trail your lips along his jawline. His hands tentatively rest on your thighs, gliding up and you bite your lip in anticipation. Sure enough, Matt’s fingers brush against the tiny clips of your garter belt and he stills.
“Counsellor?”
You squeak as he wraps a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into a hungry kiss. You gasp against his lips but he doesn’t relent, pouring all his passion into that one kiss. Your mind’s a fog of desire, arousal seeping through your panties and he groans, unceremoniously yanking you up and bending you over his desk.
“Is this what you came here for, Miss?” he growls in your ear. “My help?”
You whimper into the desk. Matt hikes your dress up, hands cupping and squeezing your ass and you writhe, scrabbling for something to hold on to. It earns you a sharp swat and your whole body quivers at how uncharacteristically Matt it is. It’s thrilling, exciting and you’re a moaning mess as he pulls your panties to one side, fingers gliding through your slick folds.
“So wet, sweetheart,” he taunts, fingers ghosting over your clit. “This all for me?”
“Yes, yes, Counsellor.”
You can practically hear his smirk.
“Such a good girl, sweetheart.”
You hear the clink of his belt, the rustle of his zipper and that’s all the warning you’re given before he’s thrusting into you in one long, slow movement that finally satisfies your ache for him. You mewl into the desk and Matt pulls out, before slamming back in and making you cry out. You wriggle, but he keeps you pinned down, one hand around your hip and the other on your neck.
“So tight, sweetheart.” he grunts, setting a bruising pace.
Mindless pleas fall from your lips, you’re too far gone to discern what you’re babbling but it makes him rock his hips harder and you yelp, fingernails scratching the wood digging into you. You’re powerless beneath him, Matt has control over you and you can feel the coil tightening in your belly, heat washing over you and it threatens to overwhelm you. Your mouth is open in a silent scream, Matt’s hips almost sloppy and you know he’s close too.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he urges, bending over and trailing kisses down the side of your neck. “Come for me.”
His hand slides under you, finding your clit and circling it until you can’t hold back any longer. You gasp and shudder, clenching around Matt as your release bubbles over and consumes you. You feel Matt spill inside you, his groan sending a jolt of pleasure through you and you crane your neck to see the bliss etched on his face.
Matt all but collapses back into his chair, panting as his chest rises and falls heavily. A few tendrils of his fluffy brown hair stick to his forehead, and you giggle, sweeping them back. You carefully remove his glasses and he opens his eyes. They’re unseeing as always, but there’s an unmistakable satisfaction in them, somewhat dreamy and you kiss him softly.
“I really should extend my office hours.” he mutters, smiling against your lips.
“You’d better not, Mr. Murdock.” you reply sharply, but you giggle all the same.
Matt frowns, patting down his pockets and drawing out a small pink card. His finger traces over the braille. This coupon is good for… roleplaying.
“You think we can use this again sometime?” he asks, almost shyly.
You laugh and straighten your dress.
“Only if next time you come to my office.”
“Sex in the DA’s office,” he mutters. “What could possibly go wrong?”