“Kneel,” he demands.
When I don’t obey him, he grabs a fistful of my hair and forces me to kneel in front of him. Before I can look up, he shoves his cock inside my mouth without warning. His length hits the back of my throat so hard that I choke. Tears start to well in my eyes and he must know how much I’m struggling to take him because he laughs.
He fucking laughs at me.
“By the time I’m done with your throat, it’ll be so sore you won’t be able to tell me to stop when I fuck you for coming into my office without my permission.”
Suddenly, I feel him bring his dress shoe between my thighs, tipping it up towards my pussy lips. I try pushing myself off him wanting to punch him–slap him–hurt him for trying to humiliate me, but his thrusts become harder and faster. My body is trembling, my sex is pulsating with need as the tip of his foot digs into my swollen clit.
“You want this so bad that you’re letting me fuck your pussy with my foot, and you’re soaking it,” he grunts, his forceful grip on my hair bites at my scalp.
Killian plugs my nose with his two fingers making it hard to breathe. I look up at him with a panicked expression, tears falling down my cheeks. He rams his cock in out of my mouth, and I’m afraid bile is going to come up. Salvia spills out the sides of my lips, and the rough pressure from his cock hitting the back of my throat makes me whimper, but I can’t tell if it’s because I’m in pain. I’m struggling to take him but he doesn’t care, and neither does my body because as he fucks my face, a tingling sensation builds at my core. I start choking, my body wiggling to get out of his hold but he doesn’t let up, leaving me to focus on the orgasm that is building so intensely that if it doesn’t release I’ll pass out.
I start slipping into a black haze as his foot digs harder into my clit. Just as I feel orgasm start to peak, he removes his foot and his hand from my nose. He gives me a minute to gasp for air, but before I can take another breath, he shoves his cock to the back of my throat, and empties himself.
“Swallow it. Every last fucking drop,” he says harshly.
I reluctantly obey him, my pussy throbbing so hard that I move my hand to give it relief but Killian grabs both of my wrists. “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself,” he says flatly, without desire, without heat in his gaze. His face is cold and detached. What the hell is wrong with him?
“Killian, please,” I whine tears still stream down my face from choking on his cock.
He grabs me by the waist, pulling me off the floor and pushing my hips against his desk. “Put your hands flat on the desk.” With trembling hands, I obey him.“Give me your consent,” he growls.
I swallow the harsh lump that’s stuck in my throat.“You had no problem fucking me with your fingers and mouth before, why bother asking permission now?” I hiss, testing his patience and hoping he’ll crack because I want him to do something awful to me—something he can’t come back from so that my body stops craving him.
My spine straightens as he brushes my hair off my shoulders with his cold fingertips. “Because I knew your pussy was wet for me after I whipped your ass with my belt.” His breath against my neck covers me in goosebumps. “Are you still wet for me now after everything I’ve done to you, Jade?”
I gasp as he drags his finger through my folds, feeling my slickness.
“Of course you fucking are.” He takes his wet finger and holds it at my lips. “Open your mouth.”
When I open my mouth, he forces his finger inside it, making me taste my lust for him. I groan when he pushes his finger down on my tongue.
“Suck.”
I wrap my lips around his finger and taste every last drop of bitter desire. After he removes it, he wipes it clean between the well of my breasts. I feel him step closer to me and his hard erection against my ass is making my body buzz with excitement.
“Give me your consent,” he says, his baritone voice striking me low in the gut as slides his tip back and forth over my opening.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Killian snarls, his breath blowing into my hair.
“Yes, you have my consent.”
And with my invitation he inches himself inside me. I gasp, and lunge myself forward away from him but holds me down at my shoulder, warning me to stay put.
“Relax for me,” he says, coaching my body to accept his girth. I cry out because it feels like my body is splitting in half and it burns so badly that I want him to stop but I fight through the tears.
“Breathe, baby.” He pushes himself so deep inside me that it’s making my stomach ache.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he drives himself all the way in. I dig my fingers into the desk, wincing as he starts pulling in and out of me. This doesn’t feel like love making. This feels like fucking. It’s aggressive and sinful. And he’s making it known with the way he’s pounding into me, that I’m not to feel any bit of pleasure from this.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“Killian—” I pant as he thrusts harder making me lose footing.
He growls annoyed, sliding himself out of me and lifts me up by my thighs, carrying me over to the wall. I drape my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him, searching for some kind of intimacy, but he stops me.
“You lost that privilege the moment you decided to go through my things. I’m not fucking you because I forgive you. I’m fucking you because I want to punish you. And after I’m done, and your too sore to walk, you’re going to remember who the fuck is in control of you. You won’t look at me without my say-so. You won’t fucking breathe in the air around me with out my say-so. You’re mine now, and if you forget that, I’m going to remind you.”
My stomach turns, as I look into his soulless eyes. I drop my hands from his neck and press them against his chest to push him away from me. “Get off me.” I try wiggling myself out of his grip, but he ignores my demand and leans all of his weight into me, pushing me forcefully against the wall.
“Put me down!” I say in a panic, hitting his chest with my fists trying to hurt him but he just smiles and easily pushes himself back inside me because of how wet I am. He grips my thighs tighter and I let out an involuntary moan as my body slides up and down against the wall. His eyes glance down at my breasts that bounce with each new jerk of movement, and he lets out a feral groan.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” His forehead glistens with sweat as his thrusts become faster and harder.
I bite down on my lip trying to stop the tears that are quickly building at the corners of my eyes. I can’t focus because the pain has numbed itself and now I feel a trickling of pleasure. I try to stop it, because I don’t want it to feel good. I want to hate him for how he’s treating me, but I can’t. My lust for him has morphed into something beyond my control.
My tears continue falling down my face, but Killian is too focused on my body to notice. I writhe against him, crying out in small fits of pleasure as my core envelopes him. Killian pulls out, and my eyes look down at his cock that’s covered in my juices.
“Did you—” I start to say, my lips quivering watching his hand move up and down his length.
The corner of his mouth turns up into a menacing grin. “Did I what, Jade?”
I can’t help but look down at his hand, that’s stroking himself. “Did you come?”
“I didn’t come because I’m not done with you, yet,” he says firmly, rubbing his tip against my clit.
“Please,” I beg, leaning my head against the wall.
He continues teasing me with his tip, and grabs onto my nipple. “You don’t like being teased, baby?” I wince not wanting to answer him, but he pinches my nipple hard enough to make me groan. “I don’t like being teased either. But you love teasing me, don’t you?”
I yelp when he twists my nipple between his fingers.
“Answer me.”
“Yes!” I cry out, reaching for his hand to let go.
“Say it.”
“Yes, I love teasing you,” I whine.
He lets go of my tender nipple then kneeds it gently, making my tense body relax. “And do you think after teasing me for months, that you deserve to come?”
I bite my tongue, and shake my head no, giving him the answer he wants.
He takes a step back. “Get on your knees.”
I slide down the wall till my kneecaps are pressed into the hard floor. He takes a few steps back, and I look up at his fully clothed body, his cock sticking out of his pants that hang low on his hips. I lick my lips, staring at the indentation of his hip bones. I can’t wait any longer for release. I’m anxious and feeling drunk off my emotions so I start moving my hand down to my clit. The vein in his neck tenses as his eyes follow my hand.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
I know I shouldn’t disobey him when he’s like this—but I’ve never been good at listening. I start rubbing myself faster, feeling a tingling sensation fan out through my body.
“Do you want me to punish you? Is that it?” He asks, in a throaty voice.
“Yes,” I rasp.
His pupils dilate, his face turns to stone. “Get on all fours and crawl to me.”
“What?” I ask, my body stiffens at his demand.
“Come here,” he says pointing down next to his leg. I swallow harshly at his demeaning request but I do as he says. “Good girl.”
He starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a white cotton shirt underneath that hugs his pecs and stomach just tight enough to show the outline of his muscles. He taps on my jaw and says, “Open up.”
I open my mouth, and he tucks his dress shirt into my mouth. “Bite down.” I hesitate, but then sink my teeth into his shirt, and he rewards me with a wolfish grin. He lowers himself down to my level and grabs onto my hips and turns me around.
“On all fours, baby,” he says into my ear.
I suck in a sharp breath, tasting his linen detergent on his shirt and press my palms flat to the floor. He lifts my hips up and rubs the side of my ass then slaps it. I cry out, but my cries are muffled from his shirt that’s wedged into my mouth. He slaps me again, and I flinch over the stinging sensation that’s quickly spreading throughout my already tender cheek. I groan, shutting my eyes tightly as he spanks me, each time hurting worse then the last. I’m sobbing and choking on his shirt but he doesn’t care. He’s enjoying this.
He gives me a final slap, and I see black. He struck me harder than he did with his belt, and my body feels so numb that I don’t even feel the hot tears that are streaming down my cheeks. Killian is behind me now, pushing himself back inside me, without giving me time to recoup. I moan, feeling his cock curve and hit the soft part of my wall. Killian grabs onto the back of my neck holding me in place as his hips hit my sore cheeks.
“Fuck. I knew your cunt would feel like this. Tight, wet, and all fucking mine.” He plunges his cock in further, hitting every deprived spot of my body that fingers and toys could never reach.
Grabbing a fist full of my hair, he gives it a rough tug, making me whimper. “You like me filling your greedy pussy with my cock, Jade?”
“Yes,” I moan but he didn’t like that response because he tugs my hair forcefully.
“Yes, what,” he snarls into my ear, his warm breath dotting my neck with goosebumps.
“Yes, sir.”
“You are being so good, letting me fuck you just the way I want.” His body slamming into mine is a symphony of sounds. My wetness drips down my legs, as he pounds into me, fucking me like no one has ever fucked me before.
“Now that I know what it’s like to be inside you, I won’t be able to stop myself from having you, and you’ll tell me yes because your tight little pussy needs it as bad as I do. Fuck—I can feel you clenching around me.”
He rams his cock so hard into my core that I can’t catch my breath.
“You come when I tell you to,” Killian says, slowing his thrusts.
I moan so loudly that it comes out as a scream when he plunges himself further inside me, moving faster—harder. He pivots his hips, angling himself just right to press against my g-spot.
“You. Are. Mine,” he says picking up his pace, his breaths rugged and sparse. And I think what scares me the most about all of this is that I want to be his.
I grunt, arching my back into him, feeling him slide in deeper. He tightens his grip around my neck as I pant. My core is full and my body is trembling as he rams himself so far into me I move forward.
“Come, baby,” he says.
With his final thrust, my body explodes causing a rippling effect through my limbs. I cry as I crash to the cold ground and sweat trickles down my back. Something warm drips down my inner thigh and I look down to see I’m covered in both our cum.
**this is the final post for these characters! Thanks for following their sexy story over the last few weeks. I have a taboo stepbrother read I can post soon if you all are interested in more sexy reads by me!**
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