by Leah Wilde
Fiona swallowed heavily, clearing her throat as best as she could despite the circumstances. Was she really willing to do this, to let this man inside of her body, to let him come inside of her, to claim her, finally and fully, as his own?
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
Chapter Twelve
Vince had to suppress the urge to growl, his heart picking up in his chest as he heard Fiona’s answer. She sounded soft and maybe even a little unsure, like a girl about to embark on her first sexual experience. Maybe, in a way, she was. There was “sex,” and then there was true liberation, true freedom, truly shucking off every last emotional and physical shield and letting another person inside of the real you. That’s what Vince was about to do, but not before he was certain that Fiona was really prepared for it.
“Red, yellow, green?” he asked, clearing his throat as he pressed a firm, hopefully reassuring, hand on Fiona’s back, smoothing over her spine until her shivering became a little less intense.
Fiona was quiet for a long moment, apparently struggling to answer the question.
“Hey,” Vince said, leaning over her body until he was whispering in her ear again, reaching up to pull some of her hair away from her face before kissing the side of her chin. “We don’t have to do this right now if you’re not ready for it.”
Fiona cleared her throat and shook her head. Again, Vince wasn’t sure how to interpret that. He decided to stay silent rather than push. He knew that it was important to make sure that she didn’t feel pressured. Honestly, his whole body was quivering, his dick so hard it felt like it was about to explode, but he knew he could pull back and give her space if she needed it. He would be able to hide his disappointment, just to make sure that she felt safe. He just didn’t want to scare off another woman. If she decided to walk away from this, to end it as early as she possibly could, he wouldn’t resent her for it, even if it would crush him to be rejected again after getting his hopes up so high.
“I can do it,” Fiona finally whispered, straightening her head to press it against Vince’s shoulder, her back bending and unbending, probably adjusting to avoid cramping up after spending so much time in the same position.
“You don’t have to,” Vince said, keeping his tone light and casual, making sure that he didn’t seem too pushy or overbearing. As far as Vince was concerned, the only thing that mattered was making sure that she really wanted to do this before he pressed himself inside of her. Because once that started, there would be no holding back. He couldn’t trust himself to stop once he got started.
“I want to,” Fiona replied after a short pause. “Really. Green. I mean it.”
“Are you…”
But before Vince could ask if she was really sure, Fiona cut him off, sounding vaguely irritated, like he was annoying her by checking in too much. “Just listen to me, okay? I want it. I really, really fucking want it. So fucking fuck me already.”
Vince grinned, liking the petulant tone in Fiona’s voice, the way her back muscles tensed up as she snapped at him. She was a spitfire, all flame hidden under a carefully constructed mask of coldness. He couldn’t wait to explore the hidden parts of her, to see if she really was flaming hot on the inside.
“All right,” Vince said, sliding his teeth against the sensitive spot under her ear, just to make her wince from overstimulation. He liked driving women to the edge, making them see how much they could take. Fiona would be no exception.
He pulled back a second later, though, unbuckling his belt and undoing the clasp on his pants before shoving them to the ground. He kept his shirt on, if only for the sake of time, and then shoved his hand underneath Fiona’s body, yanking her torso up to the right angle that would let align himself up with her cunt. “So wet already, aren’t you?” he whispered into her ear, grinning into her hair when she nodded in response. He could feel her dripping onto the head of his cock, his pulse pounding in the most sensitive area on his body as he pushed inside just the slightest inch, already feeling the muscles of her inner walls contract around him.
“Give it to me,” Fiona grunted under her breath, barely audibly.
“What was that?” Vince asked, pretending that he hadn’t heard her. One of his arms was around her waist, keeping her in place as he got used to the incredible tightness of her cunt around him. But he snaked his other hand up again, wrapping it around her neck. She seemed to like that before, and this time was no different. He could feel her inhale against his palm, making him feel a rush of pleasure as he realized how receptive she was to his domination. God, she was fucking perfect, letting him do whatever he wanted, in whichever way he wanted.
“I said, give it to me,” Fiona repeated, sounding a little nervous. Vince could feel her pulse against his fingertips, blending in with his own heartbeat, making it beat faster. He wanted her to fall apart completely, to surrender her mind, all of her ability to speak, and become mere flesh, bonded together with him. “Please,” she added in a desperate-sounding whisper.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Vince said teasingly before shoving the entire head of his cock inside her tight, dripping little cunt.
“Oh!” Fiona cried out, her hands scrambling forward on the desk, probably trying to grab onto something for leverage. Vince decided to help her out. Maybe this position was too rough for the first time out. But it felt so good, feeling her around him at just this angle. He couldn’t give it up. Instead, he shoved her head down until it was pressed right up against the desk and stepped back a little himself until he was almost upright. Now he had her truly bent over the desk, her legs trembling as he shoved them further apart to give his cock better access to her insides.
“Red, yellow, green?” Vince hissed, moving his hand around from her neck to grab a fistful of her hair, tugging on it until she answered.
“Green. Definitely green,” she gasped out, rolling her hips back a little to take in an extra centimeter of cock.
“That’s good. You’re such a good girl, my good girl,” he mumbled mindlessly as he felt himself throb inside of her, pressing up against secret spots that he imagined very few men had ever had the privilege of touching. He shifted his hips a little, creating a new angle that made Fiona’s spine stiffen and a howl rip out of her throat, pulled out of her almost violently. “Yeah, that’s it. Let it go. Scream for me, baby.”
“Unnnh, unnnh, oh!” Fiona cried out, her hands slipping on the desk in front of her as she scrambled for something to hold onto. “Jesus Christ!”
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” Vince grunted out as he rolled his hips forward, letting another inch of his dick sink inside of her. “God, fucking hell, I can’t wait to blow inside of you.”
“Oh, please, please do it. Please, I need it,” Fiona rambled, visibly shaking underneath him as she backed her ass up, rubbing up against his crotch and the bottom of his shirt in the process.
“Shh, shh, patience. You got to be patient with me. Trust me. I’ll give you what you need,” Vince promised, jerking forward and back to begin thrusting in and out of her tight little hole. “But first you got to give me what I need.”
“Anything, anything, I’ll do it, please,” Fiona said in a rush, turning her neck to look over her shoulder at Vince, her eyes alight with a fire that Vince had never seen in them before.
“Hold on tight,” Vince warned right before he shoved his entire length into her, spreading her open as far as she could go.
“Oh! Fuck! Fuck me, shit!” Fiona screamed, her voice echoing in the empty cavernous room, reflecting off the soundproof walls. “Please, Jesus, fuck!”
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s fucking it. Be my little slut. Beg for it,” Vince directed her, fisting her hair again and using his grip for leverage as he fucked into her more forcefully than before.
“Mm, God, yes, I’m your slut. I’m your little dirty slut,” Fiona mumbled, rocking back into his touch, letting her hair be pulled and yanked around in whatever direction he was feeling at any given
moment. “Please. Do it to me. Fill me up.”
Vince laughed breathlessly and shoved in harder, bouncing up against a spot inside Fiona that had her squealing on every inward stroke. “Yeah, you fucking like this. You fucking need it to survive, don’t you? You need me. You. Fucking. Need. Me.”
Fiona began nodding furiously, even with the harsh grip on her hair, letting words spill out of her mouth like water from a spring: “Yes, I do, I need you. I need you so fucking bad. Give it to me, please, I need it, please, baby, please. Ugh, fuck.”
Vince exhaled loudly, his lungs burning with exertion as he pushed his hips harder, making his leg muscles ache with the effort it took to fuck her in this position. He couldn’t stop, though, not for the whole entire world. He slipped his hand from under her torso and braced it on her lower back, digging his nails in for leverage as he pushed his dick in farther, all the way inside of her before coming to a stop. If he moved too quickly, he might come, and that just wasn’t acceptable, at least not until he fucked her so thoroughly that she lost her voice from screaming.
“Mm, ohh, you’re so big, so thick,” Fiona groaned, rocking her head back into his grasp, bending her spine to push her hips back as far as they could go. Goddammit, her ass looked so fucking delicious, so plump and ripe and ready, hanging there in the air. He let his other hand slip down to grab her ass cheek, squeezing it until she hissed in some mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Yeah, fucking take it,” Vince grunted between gritted teeth, pulling out a little bit to start up a rhythm, shoving in harder than before, sending Fiona sliding forward a couple inches on the desk from the momentum of his hips’ movements.
Fiona started panting loudly, her breath coming out so roughly that Vince was a little worried, in the back of his mind, that she might pass out. But he didn’t stop thrusting, fucking into her as roughly as he could. He knew he should probably hold back, given that it was their first time together, but she was just so goddamn wet and tight and warm. He just couldn’t restrain himself. But somehow, he got the sense that Fiona wouldn’t want him to anyway. He had to give her everything. He had to show her who he really was; otherwise, what was the point? He couldn’t go back into hiding. He couldn’t go back to pretending to be somebody he wasn’t. He had to show her what he was, even if the truth was horrifying to her. God, he prayed it wasn’t. Please, be strong enough to take it, he thought as he tightened his grip on her hair, squeezing the back of her neck. Please. Take me. Accept me.
“Oh, God! Shit! Fuck me!” Fiona shouted, her words trailing off into a trail of moans, arching her back impossibly higher to press her ass against Vince’s lower abdomen. God, she was so fucking naughty. Such a dirty, lovely slut. He took his hand off Fiona’s ass, smirking a little at Fiona’s whine of protest before he smacked his hand against the side of her ass, once, then twice, then a third time, just to feel her tense up and sigh in response.
Vince felt a familiar tightness at the base of his stomach, a flood of warmth desperate to be released, but he held himself back, plunging in as deep as he could into the tight, wet cavern of Fiona’s blissfully warm cunt. His knees started to knock against the base of the desk, painfully colliding and probably leaving a mark that he’d have to worry about later, but for now, he just didn’t give a shit. He pushed himself in as far as he could go, thrusting faster and faster every couple of strokes and squeezing on tighter to Fiona’s hair and neck. “Yeah, you’re mine. You’re my girl. My fucking girl,” he grunted, draping himself over her body to lick at her ears, pushing his hips against her ass and spanking the sides of her body a few more times before he slipped his hand under her torso again, this time sliding down to play with her clit.
“Oh, oh, that feels good. That feels really fucking good,” she mumbled, rolling her hips back to meet his thrusts. “Please, keep doing that, sir. Please, I’ve been good. I deserve it, please.”
“Yeah, you do. You’re my fucking good girl, aren’t you?” Vince said, biting hard onto the side of her neck and relishing the sound of Fiona’s high-pitched squeal, squeezing at her throbbing clit with his thumb and forefinger, making her start humping against his hand as desperately as she was backing up onto his cock.
He pulled at the skin of her neck with his teeth, sucking hard, hard enough to leave a visible mark that she’d have to cover tomorrow, while he let his fingers go faster, practically jacking her clit off, spreading her ample wetness around as lubricant while he repositioned his cock and hit a new angle inside of Fiona that made her howl like a wolf in heat. “Fuck, there! Fuck me there! Please! I need it!”
“I know,” Vince answered cockily, smirking into her neck as he littered her skin with more forceful bites, desperate to taste the sweet copper of her blood. God, he wanted to tear into her, to own her, to completely dominate her. But she was giving everything up so willingly, so freely. It was like she wasn’t scared of him at all. That just turned him on even more, making him put every ounce of his energy into his hips, forcing her forward more onto the desk, probably making her knees cramp up with effort the same way his were, but he couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when he felt his orgasm right there, ready for the taking. He knew it was going to blow apart his senses, make the whole world a wet warm blur. He wanted it, more than he’d wanted anything in his entire fucking life.
“I’m going to fucking come in you,” Vince grunted into Fiona’s ear before he bit the outer shell of it.
“Mm, oh! Yes!” Fiona squealed back, her voice sounding hoarse and rough as a result of all the moaning she’d been doing over the past half-hour. “Please, fill me up! Fill me up, sir, please. I need it. I need it so bad!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Vince shouted, shoving into her tight little hole again and again and again, feeling a warm tingling in between his legs that built higher and higher and higher. But he couldn’t let go yet, not until he’d made her explode first. He squeezed and pulled at her clit, taking care not to yank too hard and actually hurt her in a real way, moving his thumb in insistent circles that made her go limp against him, her head falling back against his shoulder as her breathing became more and more ragged and desperate, her stomach heaving harder and harder as he moved his fingers faster, spreading around her wetness so she could feel how much she wanted this, what a bad girl she was, how good she was at following orders.
“Oh, God. Oh, my fucking God, Jesus, shit, fuck me,” Fiona hissed, apparently unable to raise her voice above a rough whisper at this point, her words fading off into a long, high, desperate moan that just got louder and louder as his thumb and cock moved in unison, every cell in Vince’s body working to make sure that Fiona came apart before he did.
“I—I—fuck, I…” Fiona mumbled, turning her head to the side and pressing her lips against the base of Vince’s neck, mindlessly kissing any stretch of skin she found before she finally bit down on his shoulder, making him hiss and wince in delicious pain. He met Fiona’s eyes, which were wide and wet and full of an emotion that Vince was sure he’d never seen in another human being before. Fucking hell. She’s the one. She’s the fucking one, Vince thought. My Sub. The one designed for me.
“Oh! Oh! Fuck! Ahhh!” Fiona screamed, her cunt suddenly going into frantic spasms around Vince’s cock, squeezing around him like a vice as her orgasm swept over her. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” she howled, tossing her head back even further than before and rocking her ass back against Vince’s hips a few times before she collapsed onto the desk, her knees giving way as her cunt pulsed in the aftershocks of her pleasure.
Vince growled, then, gripping her hips with both hands to hold her in place as he fucked into her limp body, giving her as much force as possible. She whined a little, probably overstimulated after reaching her own peak, but Vince didn’t stop. He was confident now. She could take it. She could take anything he had to give her.
That was the thought that sent him over the edge, making the warmth in his loins reach a tipping point before crashing down, the heat between his legs exploding out
ward and spiraling into every last inch of his body. “Shit, oh, God, oh, fuck,” Vince groaned as the waves of pleasure overtook him, making him shoot his load inside of Fiona’s wet pussy, right before he collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap of limbs. Vince could only think one thing, over and over again, on a loop within his brain: God. I’ve found her. I’ve found the one for me.
Chapter Thirteen
Vince didn’t know how long he stayed there, pressing her down onto the desk with his not-inconsiderable muscles, breathing into the back of her hair as he tried desperately to return to himself. This was the one moment where he wasn’t in control, where he wasn’t dominating every last detail of their encounter. For now, his body was king, not his mind, not his meticulously thought-out plans. He could only lean against Fiona, pray that she was strong enough to bear his weight, and breathe as slowly and methodically as he could until he could regain control. For the moment, however, he didn’t mind being a useless hunk of meat with Fiona, letting their bodies glue themselves together with their shared sweat. It felt…almost nice, feeling the sweet ache of his bones while his mind was consumed in the gentle chaotic static of his post-orgasm haze.
