Page 15 of Corrupt Desires

She mewls in response, not wanting to admit it with words. I reach a hand in front of her, finding her pussy and circling her clit as I pound into her. The sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the room, her breathy moans a symphony to my ears.

“James, I’m so close.”

Needing no further prompting, I circle her clit with renewed ferocity, sliding my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Every time I pull out I see her blood on my cock, and it fills me with a need to mark her as mine.

“Come for me, love.”

Her pussy clenches around my cock, squeezing it just right that in two more thrusts I’m falling over the edge with her, hot spurts of my cum filling her to the brim. I slow down my thrusts, watching my cum leak down her thighs, her blood intermingling and staining my sheets. These will be my new favorite sheets and a remembrance of tonight every time I look at them.

Stilling inside her, I catch my breath as my cock starts to soften. Emilia is still panting beneath me, trying to catch her breath from the sex that has left her sated.

I pull my cock from her hot center, cum leaking out of her in a puddle between her legs. Slapping her ass, she yelps, and then I proceed to rub the sting away.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock in your virgin cunt.”

“Fuck you, James,” she replies as she rolls off the bed and makes her way to the en suite bathroom. I watch her go, my cum running down her leg, before she slams the bathroom door shut and cuts off my view of her beautiful, freshly fucked body.

Eleven

Emilia

I’m no longer a virgin. The thought is incredulous to me. I knew it would happen tonight, but I didn’t quite expect it to happen the way it did. I thought it would be taken forcefully, with me fighting like my life depended on it, but why I thought that, I have no idea. James has always been a gentleman, I should have expected the same in the bedroom, even if he was a bit dominant.

Did he take advantage of my body’s weakness? Yes, absolutely. Did some part of me want it, though? Also yes. And being tied up and powerless? Hot as hell. I’m more confused than I have ever been when it comes to James. My brain is still screamingwe hate him, but my body is aching for his touch again. My heart that was once frozen solid in regard to him, has started to thaw, and warmth has trickled in.

I contemplate all of this while sitting on the toilet, his cum still dripping out of me. I’m embarrassed that I got blood on him, but surprisingly, it only seemed to spur him on.

Worried that I’m taking too long in his bathroom, I finish peeing and wipe myself clean. I don’t want to go back to the room completely naked, but it seems I have little choice in the matter. I throw my spent thong in the chute and do the only sensible thing possible; I walk out, completely naked and with my head held high. I make my way over to my dresser, all the while I feel his eyes burning a hole in me. Looking over my shoulder, I bat my eyelashes and proceed to don a new thong and an oversized T-shirt.

While the T-shirt isn’t my favorite material ever, it’s the only other clean thing I own here that can be used for PJs.

“Emilia, come here.”

“So bossy.” I smirk, listening to his command and walking over to his side of the bed. Stopping at his side, I look at him expectantly. Whatever he has to say he better say it soon, before I tire of these games.

“Take off that shirt, love. You’ll wear mine,” he says, possessiveness leaching into his every word.

Figuring it easier to listen than to argue, I pull the T-shirt back up over my head and hand it over in exchange for his shirt. The material is a soft, light cotton and reaches mid-thigh. Looking back at him pointedly, I make my way over to my side of the bed and climb into the cool sheets.James must have changed the sheets while I was in the bathroom, I think to myself. Of fucking course he did, I’m sure he didn’t want my blood getting any where else. Embarrassment floods my cheeks again, and I quickly turn over in bed so he can’t see the heat that has painted my face.

Thinking back to my second orgasm, I feel the lingering pain of losing my virginity. I will definitely be sore tomorrow, which will probably make me even more annoyed with him than I already am. Any feelings I may have started to feel for The Englishman are slowly fading as my anger takes its place.

I feel the bed dip and then his presence lingers at my back, like he’s unsure whether or not to touch me right now. It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t, not only because I’m so angry I could scream, but because my body would surely betray me again.

“Emilia, love…”

“Don’t call me that, James.”

“Then what do I call you then? Hmm? How aboutwife?” he replies, the tone indicating he’s trying to goad me. “Actually, I do like the way that sounds,wife.”

“I am tired of your games, James. You win for tonight, can you let it be now? I’m tired.”

“I’m so glad to hear that I fully tired you out, love. You do taste like the sweetest sin you know, and you were such a good girl, taking my cock so well. Next time, I’d like to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

I have no comeback for his statement. If anything, he’s silenced any part of me that wants to make a smart-ass comment. Instead, I blush at his praise as it stokes something in me that has lain dormant. I picture myself taking his cock in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking him off until he spills his cum in the back of my throat. I mentally shake myself out of my thoughts.I cannot keep thinking like this, otherwise I’ll end up with his cock shoved in me again. It’s bad enough my new thong is already soaked as I conjured the images in my head.

“Ugh, good night, James…”

“Emilia, on a serious note. Are you OK? I’m sorry if I hurt you, it was not my intention. Can I make it up to you?”

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