"Stop screaming!" I growled, one hand gripping her thigh tight, the other tangled in her hair as I slammed into her dripping cunt without mercy. Her body arched, trembling beneath me, breaths broken between desperate moans and gasps. She was trying to keep up, to prove she could handle it-but her shaking legs told me otherwise. She wasn't used to this.
Her voice cracked. "F-fuck... harder... please, Don... I want to... cum..."
"Don't you dare cum until I say so!" I barked, yanking her hair harder as I drove deep, rough thrusts. The table shook beneath us, rattling with every brutal movement. I slapped her ass hard, my palm stinging her skin.
"Fuck... your pussy's getting wider, huh? Did I fuck your slutty hole so much it's stretched wide now?" I moaned, slapping her again with rough force.
I slammed deeper, voice low and steady. "You don't beg me. You take what I give." My body wasn't steady-every thrust was deliberate, hungry. I didn't need to see her; I knew every inch by the way she trembled, how her cunt clenched around me.
Her nails raked down my back. She wasn't a virgin anymore-not since I spread her open and claimed her. Her hole had given way to me.
"You were meant to be clean," I hissed into her ear. "Pure. But now, you're just a slut moaning for my cock... Come on, beg me for more." I groaned, grabbing her breasts, squeezing hard and rough.
"Yes... please... fuck me... I want your cock so badly, Don..." she whimpered, legs trembling wide, body responding fully. Her cunt dripped milky juices, sloppy sounds filling the air as I kept fucking her hard.
Her moans were getting louder now..
I didn't enjoy them.
But because I made them happen.
"Don't scream," I growled through clenched teeth, one hand digging into her thigh, forcing her leg higher over the armrest of my chair. "You'll wake the dead."
She gasped, not out of pain-she was getting used to me...but because I tilted her hips, forcing her to feel every inch of me. Her breath hitched. Her fingers clenched the desk behind her, knuckles turning white.
Her eyes watered, lips parted as she panted like she'd forgotten how to breathe. "Z-Zeden..."
"Don't say my name like you own it." I leaned forward, my breath rough against her face. "You're still learning what that name means."
I could smell her skin. Taste the salt on her neck. Hear the stutter in her pulse every time I shifted deeper. She didn't need to speak. I already knew she was shaking-her whole body kept twitching, like it didn't know whether to run or stay and beg for more.
I grabbed her by the waist and sat her on the edge of the table, making sure she wasn't fully settled-just enough to keep her on edge. I jerked her hips forward, forcing her to sit half on, half off, her ass raised just the way I liked it. Legs spread wide. Open for me.
I dipped two fingers straight into her soaked cunt-no hesitation. I didn't need to look. I knew exactly where everything was. My thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing hard, while my fingers curled deep inside her, stroking the spot that made her legs twitch and her moans break.
She gasped, body jerking. Her hands gripped the table's edge, knuckles white.
I bent lower, mouth finding her breast. I sucked hard, hungry, rough. Her nipple was caught between my teeth, and I bit-not to hurt, but to own.
This was what they were for. Her body. Her cunt. Her cries.
Made for me.
My slave. My need. My meal.
She was right where I wanted her-perched on the edge of the table, legs wide, trembling, completely open. I leaned in, watching her breath hitch as my fingers slid back into her, slow at first, then faster, curling deep. Her body responded instantly-hips twitching, chest rising.
"You feel that?" I muttered, my voice low, rough. "That's mine."
Her moan broke in the air, needy and desperate. Her hands flew to my shoulders, holding on like she was about to fall apart.
"Say it," I demanded, pressing my thumb to her clit again, firm, relentless. "Say who this pussy belongs to."
"You... it's yours... Don-please..." she gasped, back arching.
I leaned down, caught her nipple between my lips again, sucking hard, biting just enough to make her whimper.
"Louder," I growled against her skin. "I want to hear you scream it."
"It's yours!" she cried out. "Only yours!"
I grinned darkly. "Good girl."
My hand didn't stop moving. Wet sounds filled the room-sloppy, hot, messy. Her thighs quivered. Her eyes were glazed, mouth hanging open as her body fought the edge of release.
But I wasn't letting her fall yet.
"Not yet," I whispered, lips brushing her neck. "You don't cum until I say so."
She whimpered, her body betraying her. She was so close. I could feel it. Her walls clenched hard around my fingers, her moans growing louder, rawer.
I pulled my hand out, slow, watching her body shake from the denial.
"You'll get what you need," I said, licking her taste from my fingers. "But only when I've had enough of you."
And I wasn't even close.
I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over in one swift move. Her ass was now in the air, her chest pressed to the table. Perfect. Exactly how I wanted her...exposed, helpless, soaking.
"You want my cock?" I growled, dragging the thick head against her dripping slit. "You want me to fuck this filthy little hole?"
"Yes!" she cried out, voice shaking. "Please, Don... I need it...I need you..."
"Too bad," I hissed, slapping her ass hard. "You don't get to need. You take what I give you."
I slapped her again, harder, watching the red bloom across her skin. Then, without warning, I slammed my fingers back into her cunt, hard and deep. She screamed, legs buckling. But I didn't stop. I pumped them fast, rough, making her jolt with every thrust. My other hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back.
"Louder," I snapped. "Let the whole damn house know who's ruining you."
"Fuck...Don!" she screamed. "I'm yours-yours! Please...fuck me...!"
Her words drove me wild. I leaned down, lips grazing her ear. "You're going to cum when I say. Not a second before. And when you do, you're going to scream my name until your throat hurts."
I rubbed her clit again, mercilessly, watching her squirm, her pussy leaking down her thighs.
"You're soaking," I growled. "You're drenching the damn table. Such a needy little slut for my cock."
She moaned hard, the sound breaking. She was close. Too close.
"Beg," I whispered. "Beg for me to fuck you."
"Please! Please, Don...fuck me hard.. use me-just make me yours!"
I smirked darkly. She had no idea what she was in for.
Just when I was about to thrust into her, a loud knock broke through the tension.
"Fuck... who the hell?" I growled, my voice rough and dangerous.
"Come in," I barked, not caring that we were both stark naked. My men had seen worse. They knew better than to speak unless I asked.
The door creaked open.
"Boss... sorry," Rukov's voice came.
"What the hell, Rukov," I snapped, stepping away from her body and heading to the drawer. My cock still pulsed, hard and angry.
I pulled out a cigarette, shoved it between my lips.
"Light," I ordered.
Rukov rushed, lit it without a word.
"Now talk."
He hesitated.
My brows twitched. "Out with it."
His silence told me everything-it wasn't what he had to say. It was the woman spread out behind me, breathless and used.
"Hey," I turned slightly toward her. "You still here?"
"Yes... yes, Don Zeden," she stammered.
"What are you waiting for? I already fucked the need out of you. Go."
She scrambled for her clothes and bolted. I heard the door shut.
"Now," I exhaled smoke, "what's choking you, Rukov?"
"It's Antonio, Boss. He wants you to know that he'd soon be here with his daughter."
I took a long drag. "That's not news, Rukov. Bring me facts. Not promises."
"He said he'll arrive soon.."
I slammed my fist into the wall. "Then tell him he better not be late."
"Yes, Boss."
He started to leave.
"Wait."
He froze.
"Get me someone fresh. One of the girls I haven't seen in weeks. Tight and obedient. No games. I ain't fucking done fucking cunts...!"
Rukov nodded.
"And Rukov..." I exhaled slow. "I don't want to see that one again. The one from before. She's done. I can't have such wide hole... !"
"Yes, Boss."
"Good." I dropped the cigarette to the floor and crushed it under my heel. "Now go. I need something worth my time."