"I need... I need to come! Please, Gabriel, I'm so close, just please, please, I need this," tears roll down my cheeks as the words come out almost like gibberish. I'm so frantic to reach the end I can feel pulsing towards me, I'm clawing at the desk under me.
"Tell me your mine, and I'll make you come. Tell me you need my c*ck - that your p*ssy craves this c*ck -- and I'll make it so good for you, baby, I swear I will." He grabs my hips, shifting my a*s forward so he can slam into me harder.
In a flash, I look up at him as he watches us, as he watches himself slam into me, biting his lip in concentration while he takes me over and over again. "I'm yours," my words come out as husky gasp.
"What else," he demands.
I try to focus on something other than his tool as it strokes into me, try to remember his words from just a second ago, my brain a jumbled mess of pleasure and desire, before it comes to me. "oh god, I need your c*ck," I moan, tripping over the word "c*ck," having never said it before. "My p*ssy craves your c*ck," I cry, embarrassed by my words, and by the need in my voice.
"Good girl," he says with a devilish smile. Now beg for me to make you come, baby. Let me hear you beg like the good little girl that you are."
And I don't even have enough pride to try to disobey him, because I need what he's promising me. I need it so bad. So even though I know that under any other circumstances I would tell him to fuck off, I do what he says. I beg him, beg him to make me come, to give me what I need. This man has taken everything from me. He took me when I begged him not to, stole my virginity from me, and yet I'm about to beg for him to finish me off. And I don't even care. I'm like an addict trying to get her fix; I need it and he's the only one who can give it to me. I'll loathe myself later for this, but for now, I do what he demands and I beg. "Please, please, Gabriel, make me come. I need to come. Oh god, I'm so close, just make me come!"
And with that his hand slides to my cl*t again, rubbing me as his c*ck claims my p*ssy over and over again. "That's it pet," he says, as he feels what I feel, the tightening deep inside me, "that's it, let it happen, come on my c*ck, shatter for me."
And just like that, I fall over the precipice, breaking into a million tiny, little pieces as pleasure jerks through me like a freight train out of control. "Fuck!" he cries, as my eyes roll back into my head and my body arches up off the desk. "Fuck, you feel so good. That's it, come around my c*ck! Such a good little girl."
And as I come down, he does something I don't expect. He slows down, leans over, and gives me a slow, torturous kiss. "My turn," he says, as he pulls out. At the look on my face, he laughs, "We're not done yet, pet." And then he stands me up, turns me around to face his desk and plants my hands firmly on top.
"Oh this a*s," he says, as his hands come around to caress my cheeks. "The fun I'm gonna have with this a*s." As he strokes me his c*ck slides between my cheeks, and for a second I worry he's going to push that monster of his into a different hole altogether.
Just as I'm about to protest he slides inside my p*ssy again. "But not today," he chuckles. "Today it's all about this sweet little c*nt of yours." And with that he's off, slamming into me so hard my breath is forced out of me on a gasp.
"Oh god," I cry out, as he sinks deeper into me than our previous position allowed, his balls slapping against me as he kicks my feet farther apart, opening me deeper for him. His hand grabs me at the neck, and he bends me over so my face is almost on the desk. In this position I feel dominated, like I'm his plaything to do with as he wishes. Which, I guess I am.
Every time he slams into me my breasts rub against the cold surface of the desk, and the contrast between that and the heat of his body behind me drives me crazy. "oh, oh, oh, oh," I grind out, my nipples so hard it's almost painful. Finally I can stand it no longer and I reach under me with one hand, the other pushing against the desk so that he won't slam my face into it, and I stroke my breast, pinching my nipple. Never could I have imagined the depravity of such a situation, where I was so lost in desire that I took to pleasuring myself as the man who had forced himself on me slammed into me from behind.
"I'm gonna come deep inside this tight little p*ssy of yours," he says, as he starts picking up his tempo.
And for one second the desire clouding my brain clears, as his words sink in. "No!" I squeal, "Oh god, no! You can't! I'm not on the pill! Please don't! I'm not on birth control!"
His laugh is a dark one, and I know before his words come that he has no intention of listening to my plea. "You are mine," he says in a dark whisper. "This p*ssy is mine, to do with as I please. And I want to come inside it. You're gonna take. My. Seed. Deep. Inside. You!" Each word comes out a grunt as he plows into me. "One day, maybe even today, I'm gonna breed you. One day this belly will be round with my seed, and these tits will be heavy with milk, and you'll give birth to my heir."
And as he pulls out, he slaps my a*s and I cry out in shock before he slams back into me. "And one day I'm gonna sink this c*ck of mine deep into your tight little a*s. And I will shove it deep down your throat, and you will drink every drop of my seed. Because you are mine, pet, to do with as I wish. My pleasure is yours, and I will have every hole, I will take you every way my mind can come up with. I will fuck you until you beg for release. I will take you with my mouth, making you come as I eat your p*ssy."
As he talks his hand comes up and wraps around my long tresses. Firmly but gently he pulls my head back until my back arches and my breasts come up off the desk. And despite his words - or maybe because of them, I admit deep, deep down inside me - I start to pant from desire. I can feel another orgasm coming on, oh so close.
"There's not a part of you that I don't own," he says, his voice getting gruffer as he nears his end. "Not a part of you I won't take. I'm gonna come on this round, plump a*s of yours. I'm gonna come on your tits as you hold them together for me as I fuck them. I'm gonna come all over that pretty little face of yours, shooting strands of c*m inside your mouth as you gasp in ecstasy. Because I own you, pet. I. Own. You." And with one last slam, he sends me over the edge, and I cry out as my org*sm takes control of me.
"Fuck!" he yells, as my p*ssy tightens around his cock. "Fuck me!" And then I feel his c*m spurting as his seed shoots into me, deep into my womb, the heat of it coursing through me as his c*ck pulses, hard and thick and so deep in me. His arm wraps tight around me, coming to rest on my breast as the last of his seed releases. I have been claimed. Completely.
After a couple of minutes of quiet, as we catch our breath, he pulls out of me, scoops me up and goes and sits on the couch with me on his lap. He pushes my hair back off my shoulders, lets his hands run down my neck to stroke the edge of my breasts, his thumb softly rubbing against my nipples as he looks into my eyes.
"Mine, Lillian. You have always been mine. From your first letter, I knew you'd be mine. Pastor John sent me your pictures, knowing he found what I was looking for..."
"What?!" I gasp, confusion making me forget about the pleasure that was creeping into me as my nipples hardened from the attention they were receiving from his thumbs.
"Oh yes. His church is getting a sizable donation now that I've had you. He spent a lot of time prepping you for me, and I'm thankful for that. And now he'll get his reward for all his hard work."
"But... what? Pastor John? How, I don't understand?"
"It doesn't matter. What matters is I took one look at your picture, at this angelic hair and those light, light blue eyes, at these perfectly round tits of yours and that tight little ass, and I knew I would have you. And every letter you sent, every email, every phone call we made, just reaffirmed to me that you were meant for me. You are mine. And together we're going to rule an empire, one I've built piece by piece. I've had to wait all this time behind bars to gain control of it again... but now that it's mine, I will have both it and you."
"But you were in there for tax evasion!" I say, still so completely lost. "You were in a minimum-security prison!"
"Only because that was the only thing they could get me on, and because my lawyers are worth every single bit on the fortune I pay them."
"I..."
"Everything will become clear later, pet, all you need to understand right now is that you're mine. I've sent my men to pack up your house. You'll move in tonight. Do you understand? No one will ever touch you again. No one will ever have you; you and your tight, warm little c*nt are mine, now and forever. For your sake, you need to understand that I mean this. I will kill anyone who tries to touch you, so don't encourage anyone's touch or the price of their head falls on your shoulders, do you understand?"
As he speaks I feel his c*ck getting hard under me. And as wrong as his words are, as terrible as it is that I'm losing my life to this man, I can't help the heat that makes its way to my loins. Biting my lip, I nod in acceptance, my a*s moving without permission on his now thick tool. God, I need him again. Disgust at myself rolls through me, but still I yearn for his c*ck to be inside of me. As my brain clouds with desire, I promise myself I'll think of a way out of this later, but for now, I belong to him.
At my nod, his mouth comes down on mine, and he shifts me so that my legs straddle his lap, his member pointed firmly at my opening. "You want to come again," he asks against my mouth, feeling me squirm toward him. His fingers tease my opening.
"Yes," I hiss, shifting forward, trying to force his rod inside me. I can't believe just a little while ago I was a virgin and now I'm practically begging to sink down on this man's c*ck.
His grip on me holds me back though, keeping me from what I need. "Then it's your turn." Biting my lip, sucking it into his mouth, he moves the head of his cock into place, letting me sink just the tiniest bit onto him, just a single frustrating inch.
I groan in response, desperately needing him now. "Please," I find myself begging again for my release, only this time in a different way. "Please, Gabriel, I need you inside of me."
"You want to come?" he asks, an amused smiled on his face. "Then fuck yourself on my c*ck. Make yourself come around me, pet. Ride me until you get what you want. Otherwise, you're going to bed tonight frustrated."
And with that, he moves his hand out of the way letting me slide onto his thick, long, hard shaft. My head flinging back in ecstasy as I become his again.