Her eyes are shooting daggers at me as she plays along, but they’re filled with lust. Her breathing is heavy and labored. I can feel her passion, and that’s everything I want. I push my forearm against her chin, pushing her head back so I can lean down and kiss her, knowing she won’t be able to bite me.
Her lips are hard at first, but they mold to mine. I’m quick to pull back and keep this fantasy alive.
Her back arches as she tries to buck me off. But I have her right where I want her. My free hand pries between her legs and I push my fingers into her heat. She’s so fucking wet.
“You’re so fucking dirty. You want this,” I say.
I lean down and take her earlobe in my teeth before nipping at her skin, leaving tiny pink marks all over her neck.
“Please!” she cries out.
“Your cunt is begging me to fuck you,” I whisper in her ear.
“Is that what you wanted, kitten? You wanted me to punish you like this?” I ask as I push a third finger in and pump them in and out as she begs me. “Please, Anthony. Please fuck me. Punish me, please.”
She stops struggling and moans as I curve my fingers and stroke against her G-spot. My dick is so fucking hard for her.
My blood heats as I line my dick up. Yes! I’ve waited so long to sink deep into her hot cunt and take her like this.
I don’t ease in slowly, and I’m not gentle as I thrust all the way in and keep myself buried deep inside her. Her walls tighten around me as I rip through her, taking her exactly how I’ve wanted since I first laid eyes on her.
“Fuck!” She screams and cums as her walls stretch and spasm around my cock. Her arousal leaks out between us and onto my thighs. I easily move in and out of her tight pussy, pumping my hips against hers and watching my cock slide in and out.
“Anthony.” She moans my name as her body trembles. I pull almost all the way out and then piston my hips over and over, pounding her hips into the floor. Her arms pull against me, but her wrists are still pinned.
I groan as I rut between her legs, watching her tits bounce slightly with each hard thrust of my hips. I push all the way in and grind my pelvis against her clit until her mouth is open with a silent scream and her pussy pops around my dick.
I want her cumming harder than she ever has before, so I don’t let up. I grind harder and let her scream and struggle against me with more force than before. Her legs stick out straight and her head falls back hard against the floor as wave after wave of pleasure and heat consume her body. Her eyes glaze over and it’s only then that I pull back.
I let go of her wrists so I can spread her legs wider and sink in deeper. My hands grip her thighs as I pound into her.
“Anthony,” she moans softly. Her hands travel down her body and then to mine. She moans into the air and her soft eyes stare at me. I reward her by keeping up my relentless pace and pushing the pad of my thumb against her clit.
“Good girl, watch me fuck your pretty little pussy.” Her mouth opens as her body stiffens again. Her back bows and she cums a third time. Her nails dig into my back and she urges me to get closer to her body.
I won’t deny her. I lay my forearm above her head and let my lips fall onto hers.
She pulls back to breathe and whisper my name. “Anthony, Anthony.”
Her fingers grip my hair, holding my lips close to hers.
Over and over she says my name against my lips and then presses them to mine in a sweet kiss.
I cum violently inside her, harder than I ever have before as her lips part and she kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever felt.
I stay buried inside her, lying down beside her while we both catch our breath.
It’s almost been a month; less than two weeks left. I can’t let them take her. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
I won’t let them take her from me. I pull her body closer to me and kiss her shoulder. I won’t let her go. They’ll have to kill me first.
Catherine
I’m still sore from yesterday and last night. Plus this morning. Ever since he had me in the hall, he fucks me nonstop. That’s the only difference now. Every morning’s still the same otherwise. I get ready and wait for him. I greet him on my knees. And I still stay in my room.
“Your pussy’s open for business now.” His dirty words echo in my head.
Maybe it’s wrong to be so turned on by him, but I don’t care. I am. Just thinking about him has my nipples hardening and my back arching off the chair. I clench my sore pussy and instantly hate that he’s not here to sate me. I need him.
My computer pings and it’s only then that I realize my hand has slipped into my blouse and I’m pinching my nipple between my fingers.
I’m ready for him.
I look down at the message and smile.
My kitten is needy today.
I don’t know which camera he’s watching so I wave to the screen and nod my head. A blush travels up my chest and into my cheeks.
Get back to work, kitten. I’ll take care of you tonight.
I no longer feel trapped. It’s like he’s given me my life, but filled a hole I was only vaguely aware was empty. All my needs are met. He's seen to that. I have my work, my friends, and a sex life that somehow manages to be hotter than anything I've ever read about. And it's all thanks to him. It hurts to think I may have lived my life without this. Without him.
I’m busy editing this piece for my column, and so immersed in getting this paragraph flowing better that I don’t hear the lock or the doorknob turn. I don’t even hear the door open.
The only thing I can hear is the language of the text over and over that I keep reading in my head. The wording is just clunky and passive, but I don’t know how to reorder them. I bite down on my lip and copy and paste a few times, reordering the sentences. My fingers click against the keys.
“Kitten.” His voice holds a threat and my body stills. My heart slows but even with the fear of displeasing him clouding my emotions, my pussy aches with need.
I push the chair away and fall onto my knees. I crawl around, keeping my body lowered. Once I see his shoes I stop and sit back on my heels with my hands where they should be. I don’t look up though. My heart beats chaotically. I’ve never not been ready for him. Not since that first day. Every time I hear the click of the lock, I immediately kneel and wait for him. It’s been what, maybe weeks at this point? I’ve been his good kitten and he’s kept his word. But this time, I failed.
“I didn’t hear you enter.” My neck strains as I resist the urge to look at the clock. He usually comes to me around the same time every day. But I got lost in work today.
His hand comes down and rests in my hair. I close my eyes and wait for his response. “Please forgive me, Anthony.” The words slip out and I don’t try to catch them. My heart swells with agony in my chest. I don’t want him upset with me.
“What were you doing, kitten?” he asks as he pets my hair. I open my eyes and finally look up at him. His stubble is a little longer than usual and his hair is as well. It has a tousled look that’s fucking sexy.
“Work,” I reply easily, and then realize he may want more. “My column is due tonight, but the editor is overbooked. So I’m trying to get it done myself.”