Captive Beauty

“Getting your ass spanked gets you wet, Cilla.” She doesn’t reply, only tenses up a little. “Are you wet like this for the others?” I ask, licking her once.

She sucks in a breath, arches her back.

“Are you?” I ask again, licking again, this time letting my tongue circle her asshole.

“No.”

“Just for me.” I glide my tongue over her pussy, then her tight little hole.

“Just…for you.”

I kiss her pussy, her ass, lick her, dip my tongue inside her, taste her while I listen to her moans, her want, her desire. When she’s close, I draw back, rise to my feet, one hand on her hip to keep her in place while I reach to the desk drawer with the other.

She watches me take out a small container of lube, watches me open it. The video on the screen starts over again, Cilla sliding her hand beneath the covers. Cilla rubbing her clit. Cilla making herself come. I turn the volume up before drawing her hips farther back. I pour lube onto her lower back so it drips a little down the cleft of her ass. I take that lube and begin to rub her asshole.

Cilla moans. She arches her back. “I want to hate you,” she says.

I slide my thumb into her asshole and she lets out a deep sigh.

I say nothing. Instead, I undo my belt and pants, free my cock, grip it.

“Are you a virgin here?”

She nods.

I slide my cock into her pussy and draw my finger out of her ass, gather more lube onto two fingers and slide them into her tight hole.

She pulls away, gripping the edge of the desk. I draw her back toward me.

“Your ass belongs to me, Cilla. Be still now. I’m going to fuck it. I’m going to fill you up with cum and you’re going to drip down your thighs when you take me.”

“It hurts.”

“The best things do.”

I draw my fingers out and slide my cock, slippery with her juices, to her asshole. I rub the rest of the lube onto it, my eyes on her tiny little asshole as she waits obediently to take me. She’s gripping the desk when I push the head of my cock against her ass.

She wriggles, lets out a groan of protest.

“Shh. Relax.” I slide one hand around to her clit and begin to rub and when I do, she relaxes a little and I push, entering her slowly, taking my time, feeling her warm and tight around my cock as she stretches.

I begin to move, her clit between my thumb and forefinger, and I take a little more with every one of her moans.

“Kill—”

“Come, Cilla,” I say when I’m about halfway in. I won’t last long, she’s so fucking tight.

She’s an obedient girl when she wants to be and she comes, laying her cheek on my desk, moaning, her fingers clawing at the oak, and I watch her and slide in deeper, pumping slowly in and out of her until I’m fully seated. I still there, for one moment savoring this, me inside her, her tight and warm and holding me. I only move again as she comes down from her climax, taking her clit between thumb and forefinger again. She’s ultra-sensitive now and panting, begging me to stop, begging me for more. I fuck her harder, her passage opened to me, taking me and when she comes again and her walls throb around me, I thrust one last time and my cock pulses as I bury myself inside her, emptying inside her, filling her up, owning one more piece of her.

15

Cilla

Kill has barely pulled out of me when the elevator doors slide open and that horrible man, Hugo, walks in.

I gasp, straighten, try to cover myself, but my panties are at my feet and Kill’s cum is dripping out of me.

Hugo stops, clears his throat, turns away. “Apologies.”

Kill buttons his pants and wraps his hand around the back of my neck. “I didn’t say you could get up.”

“What?”

He pushes me back over the desk, pinning me to it with just a little pressure on my neck. That’s all it takes to keep me down.

But when he raises my dress to expose me again, I cry out for him to stop. To let me up.

He leans over my back. “Stay. Down.” My cheek is plastered to the cold wood of his desk and his face is so close to mine that I feel his breath on me. “Obey me, Cilla,” he whispers his warning. “Or I’ll whip your ass while Hugo watches.”

I have no doubt he will. I blink, tears of shame burning my eyes. I close them, my acquiescence. He straightens.

“No problem, Hugo,” Kill says and I feel him walk away. Neither Hugo nor I speak, but I hear water go on in what I assume is the bathroom.