Page 46 of Bared Betrayal
I suck air through my teeth as a whirlpool of sensations crash through me. The hot, slick feeling of her throat is fucking exquisite, but it’s pulling me dangerously close to the edge, and I’m not quite done with her yet.
I yank her head back, my cock slipping from her warm mouth. She’s gasping for breath, spit dripping down the sides of her mouth. I drag my thumb along her bottom lip. “I’m going to ruin you, baby girl.”
“You can’t ruin something that’s already broken.”
“Hmm. So, you’re a broken doll, are you? Tell me why you came here.”
“To make you stop digging into my past.”
It’s another lie, so I push my cock back down her throat. I hold her head in my hands, not letting her move as I thrust all the way in and out a few times. When I push her off my cock again, she falls to all fours and coughs as she gasps for air. As she tries to sit back up, I grab her again.
“Tell me why you came here.”
She’s out of breath when she says, “I got an envelope—”
Whatever lie she is about to tell me is not worth listening to, so I fill her mouth and throat again, pushing even farther down her throat and craning her head back so she can see my face.
“I want the truth. Tell me why you are in my office with your mouth around my cock and your cunt begging for my abuse. Say the words, and I will reward you. Lie again, and I am going to paint this pretty little face with my cum and leave your pussy aching.”
Emotions swirl in her eyes, loathing, desperation, need. I slide out of her mouth.
“I already told you I need you to hurt me, fuck me.”
“Why?”
“Because he doesn’t give me what you do,” she snaps. “He doesn’t give me what I need. What you give me.” She doesn’t look away in shame, nor flinch from the truth.
“Good girl. Stand up.” I offer her a hand and pull her to her feet. “Get on my desk. All fours with your face on the wood, your knees spread wide and ass in the air.”
She does as she’s told; obedience comes so easily for her. If this is going to be the only time I have her in my office, I am going to make it count. Fuck her like it’s the last time I’ll ever get the chance.
It better be the last time.
The position she’s in puts her at the perfect height for me to slide my chair back into my desk and lick and kiss her pretty little pussy to my heart’s content. I lap up her juices while teasing her clit before fucking her with my tongue getting her closer to the edge but not letting her come.
She will come when I am ready, and not a moment before.
“Please,” Kallie whimpers, and I pinch one of the welts on her ass, making her hiss in pain. Her body shudders as I spank her swollen pussy. Once. Twice. With each whimper from her, my control is tested until I can no longer take it.
I grab her hips and pull her down, her hips slamming into the edge of the desk. It’s going to leave such beautiful marks on her body—marks I’ll want to appreciate tomorrow morning. Only…there won’t be a tomorrow morning for us.
I position myself behind her and slot my cock at her entrance, giving her just an inch. “Beg.”
“Please, Gabriel,” she chokes out. “Please…sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” I thrust deep inside her, the tip of my dick hitting her core while her heat envelops me. I want to savor it, drag it out, because once it’s over, this can’t happen again. But it’s impossible as desire and something feral runs wild in my veins, fueling me as I fuck her hard and fast.
“Come,” I order as I slap her ass again, aiming for one of the darker welts.
She pants and moans under me as I pound into her, the feet of my desk screeching across the floor. Frantic with a need to own her, possess her, I reach for her hair and pull her up, her back against my chest. I snake my fingers around her throat, squeezing tight as I fuck her with one relentless thrust after the other.
“Tell me you need it,” I growl in her ear.
She gasps for air, but it only makes me tighten the hold around her throat.
“Tell me I am the only man who can punish you, the only man who can give you what you need, what you deserve. Tell me my son doesn’t have what it takes to wreck your pussy the way I can.”
Her hand slaps against mine still clutched around her throat. But, instead of trying to loosen my grip, she presses down, urging me to squeeze more. “Sebastian…” she starts, trying to choke out the words, “he doesn’t fuck me like his father does.”
