Page 60 of Emperor of Corruption
The voice speaking through the phone pauses, then continues on. I’ve lost any ability to follow the conversation and mentally file away notes. Maybe that’s why Killian’s comfortable having me here; he intended to scramble my brains and clear my mind of all thought.
I force my legs to fall open, and he rewards me with a kiss on my neck and his fingers sliding back inside me. His thumb moves to rest on my clit, pressing down but not giving it the friction I’m starting to crave. I squirm restlessly, and his hand loosens just enough to let me breathe—albeit with resistance.
Killian’s erection grows against my ass, pressing against me like a red-hot poker, warning me of what’s to come. My jaw tightens, but as soon as trepidation begins dampening my arousal, Killian’s thumb starts rubbing circles over my clit, and I nearly crawl out of my skin. I feel an orgasm start to creep up on me, tightening the muscles in my body and making liquid heat pour out of my pussy.
Killian continues fingering me expertly, while talking casually like he doesn’t have a care in the world. My pleasure begins to crest, taking me to the height of an orgasm, and that’s when Killian pulls away.
A whine would leave my lips if I could breathe properly. Then, I nearlyscreamas his hand cracks down on my pussy, spanking me three times in rapid succession.
My orgasm dies, swallowed by sharp pain. Killian’s fingers, wet with my arousal, reach into my bra cup and painfully twist my nipple. Myhead falls back to his chest as agony contorts my features. A few tears leak from my eyes. A rumble of approval emanates from deep inside him.
I think this is his favorite part; hurting me while pleasuring me. Making me suffer through pain to get off.
I want no part in any of this, but I’m under no illusions about having a choice. He wants to hurt me, so he’ll hurt me. He wants to finger me, so he’ll finger me. I don’t have a say in the matter.
There’s something almost liberating about that. I don’t have to make decisions, and no amount of struggling from me will change Killian’s course of action. All I can do is endure. And maybe even… enjoy. Parts of it, at least.
His fingers slide back into me, and his thumb goes back to rubbing my burning clit, soothing the pain.
“You know what needs to be done,” Killian says flatly. “Unless you’d like me to move my money somewhere else, I suggest you keep to your company slogan and help manage my fucking wealth.” He hangs up and releases my throat.
“So fucking wet for me,” he mutters in my ear. “Prim and proper Lyra with a stick shoved so far up her ass it’s a wonder she can walk, unraveling for me. Nowthat’sa sight for sore eyes.”
The only response I can manage is a moan.
“But you know pleasure comes at a cost.” Killian stands me up and rises behind me. He grips my hair and folds me over the table. My palms flatten on the surface, and my heart lodges in my throat.
“Pain,” he whispers. I brace in preparation for the first hit on my naked ass, and Killian doesn’t fall short. He spanks the same spot on one cheekfive times, hard enough to make tears stream down my face, then moves to the other side.
“I never knew I was into giving pain,” he says. “I never knew I was into any of the things I’m doing with you, Lyra. I hope you know that our time together has been as enlightening to me as it is to you.” He shifts over to spanking the sensitive spot when my ass meets my thighs, and I cry quietly, resting my cheek on the table. Even as the pain consumes me, the ache in my core deepens, silently calling my resistance and refusal to acknowledge that I get off on pain a lie.
After what feels like an eternity of misery, Killian stops abusing my poor ass. He leans down to kiss a burning cheek, and I flinch.
“Bright red, just how I like it,” he murmurs appreciatively.
He kicks my legs apart. His zipper lowers, and a moment later, his cock slides through my folds. I moan again, louder as he teases my clit with the tip of it, clawing at the table restlessly.
“One day very soon, I’m going to bind you in every way a person can be bound, and see how much pain and pleasure you can take before passing out,” Killian says.
A lewd cry leaves my lips at the visual, followed by a hot wave of burning shame. My brows pinch and my face twists in horror at my reaction. He’sthreateningto strip all my power and abuse me, and I cried out at that?
Thefuckis wrong with me?
“None of that.” Killian wrenches my hands behind me, gathering my wrists in one of his hands and pinning them to my lower back. “It’s okay to enjoy it. In fact, it’sgoodto enjoy it. You’re twenty-five and gorgeous; you should be exploring all of your desires.”
“Please stop reminding me of our age difference when you’re about to nail me to your desk,” I manage. “I don’t want to think about your saggy balls when you’re preparing to fuck me.”
“There’s nothing saggy about me, Little Bird,” Killian says with a chuckle, unoffended. “I’m about to prove it.”
He slams inside of me in onefuriousthrust, nearly shocking the soul out of my body. I release an agonized cry as his cock drags over my walls, setting all of my most sensitive nerve endings onfire. I’m already hovering on the cusp of an orgasm, and Killian sets a ruthless pace, fucking me like hedespisesme.
“This’ll be quick,” he grits out. “I can’t seem to fuckinglastwhen I’m inside you.” His pace is intense, the force of each pump is devastating, and his unvarnished desire for me permeates the air, twining with the scents of lust and sex. The only noises in the room are my cries and whimpers, the obscene squelching sound Killian’s cock makes with each thrust, and theclapof flesh slapping against flesh.
My hipbones bang against the desk every time Killian surges forward,painfully, but the pleasure is so consuming I barely notice.
“Come,” Killian growls, fisting my hair and lifting my upper body. “Comehardfor me.” His teeth sink back into my neck, right over the sensitive spot he bit earlier, and I go up inflames.
I clench and convulse around his shaft, tears streaming from my eyes, a scream torn from my lips. Killian releases my neck and shoves my upper body back down to the desk with a growl, burying himself so deep inside me I can almost feel his cock in mythroat.His length twitches and pulses as he comes, and I think I sense his knees trembling from the force of his orgasm.
