Dropping the belt next to her on the desk, I unzip my pants and free my cock. Even though she claims this area is soundproofed doesn’t mean that Dean Anderson won’t leave his office. I need to mark her and go about my day. This has taken far too long as it is.
“Spread your ass cheeks for me,” I grunt out, sliding my hand over my swollen head. She hesitates, her fingers fluttering on the desk for a few moments. “Did you not understand me? Spread yourself, or I’ll take this ass, and I won’t be gentle about it.”
That gets her moving. Shelaine brings her hands backward and grips her ass cheeks, her body flinching as her fingers dig into the marks left by the belt. I’m so close. So fucking close. Seeing her asshole spasm as I stare down at it tightens my poor, abused balls, but I keep going, jerking myself off to my very own submissive.
I’ve never owned anyone before. Ryker talked about getting me a pet we could both enjoy, but even that wouldn’t have been someone I owned completely, by myself. Reaching down, I trail my fingers over her back entrance, sighing as the small hole clenches at my touch.
I’ll treat her far better than Ryker ever would have been able to. I’ll at least use lube on her and let her get off when I take her back here. Though I can’t guarantee if I’ll be gentle or not. There’s too much history here. Too much longing. I’ve wanted her from the moment I laid eyes on her.
She ran from me once, but she won’t ever be able to get away again.
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Shelaine
So many emotions flood my body, clogging my throat. Part of me knows I should tell him to stop, to beg him to let me get back to work, but I can’t. I want to see just how far he’ll go. The memory of his finger as he slid it inside me is forever seared in my brain.
He’s the first man to ever touch me, and I’ll never forget the moment as long as I live. From the moment I saw him at Malum, I knew he was dangerous, but now, with his hands caressing my body, his touch swirling with that hint of violence racing through him, it’s become all too apparent. He’s going to be the death of me.
Not in the physical sense but in the emotional sense. I can’t resist his dark, alluring pull. I can’t deny how much his rough touch and barked demands are turning me on. Even if I didn’t feel the slide of his fingers against my pussy, I’d know how wet I was. Without him even touching me, my clit throbbed and ached. My body demanded his, and now that I have him, I’m lost.
His jacking off behind me shouldn’t cause this much pleasure to run through my body, yet, here I am, desperate to thrust my hips backward, silently begging for his cock to fill me, to take away my innocence and make me his. It’s insane. It’s irrational. I know nothing about this man except he ran in dangerous circles.
Anyone that came into Malum was deadly until proven otherwise, and very few men proved otherwise. He never threatened me or even talked to me, but his eyes never left my body. He watched me, studied me, like an insect under a glass jar just waiting for his scalpel to open me up and reveal my secrets.
And I wanted to spill them. I wanted to tell him everything, to give him everything, but I couldn’t. There’s far too much at stake. I managed to escape Ashen Springs, but if he knew I ran away instead of just being allowed to leave, he could put me back.
I would do almost anything to keep from going back there. I managed to leave unscathed, but it was just a matter of time before it swallowed me whole and spit me back out. I watched through my prison how the submissives came back. Many were broken shells, husks used for the pleasures of others. I couldn’t go back.
Loud grunts and moans flit into my brain, dragging my thoughts away from the dark memories that haunt my nightmares and onto the man behind me. Soon, hot cum splashes against my asshole and drips down my lower lips. But his fingers are right there, scooping it up and shoving it into my pussy.
Owning me without filling me. My body hums with need as his fingers slide in and out, forcing his cum deep inside. I should be horrified, disgusted, but I’m not. My body craves this and wants more. The sheer degradation of what he’s doing should turn me off, yet I stand there, moaning into the desk. All the times I had Dean Anderson punish me or help me find new things that I liked, he never once made me feel this way.
It’s as if I’m no longer in control of my body. I want Luke to take me and claim me, but is that really what he wants? Am I going to be just a fucktoy to him? A submissive he can play with whenever he wants then set back on the shelf? That’s not what I want.
Ever since coming to Loftry, I have dreamed of my claiming ceremony. I never wanted to just be an object to these people, but no one seemed to want me. No one even asked Dean Anderson if I were up for grabs. Could it be that this broken man actually wants me?
No. It’s not possible.
No matter how broken he is, it still isn’t enough to get him to notice someone like me. Once he fucks me and gets me out of his system, I’ll be right back to where I was. Unowned and unloved.
With his fingers buried in my pussy and his cheek resting against mine, I feel more alone than ever. I want him to want me - no, to need me. Love has nothing to do with it. It’s just pure, primal need.
“This pussy is mine,” he growls, his hot breath making me tremble. “Cover it back up and get to work like a good girl. Understand me?”
My heart thumps at his command. Could it be that he actually does want me? Or is it just my body? The novelty of owning what he couldn’t possess back in Ashen Springs? I desperately want him to claim me. The need for it cramps in my gut and cuts just as painful as the orgasm hovering out of reach.
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