by Sara Fields
Even when that first orgasm began to fade, another followed in its wake that was even stronger. Fierce pleasure tore through me, again and again as I struggled to take it. The soreness radiating throughout my body only compounded with pleasure in a way that strengthened its intensity.
I cried. I wailed and I screamed his name.
I lost myself. I didn’t care if anyone could hear me. This man, this complete stranger understood my body in a way not even I could. He knew how to tap into something that I didn’t even know existed inside me.
My hips moved salaciously, rocking back and forth as he fucked me hard with his length. I could feel every ridge of his cock as it slammed in and out of me with vicious fervor, over and over as I hurtled closer to a third orgasm that threatened to undo me completely.
He hooked his hips upward as he pistoned into me, rubbing against a place deep inside my pussy that made me moan out loud the instant he did it. My inner walls clenched down hard around his thick girth. I was so sore, and I didn’t even care. I just wanted to come again.
Every inch of my body was tingling with sensation. I gripped hard on the couch as his fingers slid up my spine. I quivered under his touch, fiery pleasure racing down to my core at the rough feeling of his fingertips against my exposed skin. He slid them up the back of my neck and then in one quick maneuver, he grabbed the hair at the back of my scalp and wrenched me upward.
Cruel burning seared across the back of my head, but at the same time, scalding arousal flared hot inside my core. He held onto my hair like a vise and my clit pulsed heavily with need. He yanked me back a bit further and reached around me to twist my nipple roughly. Agony spread across my breast and I pitched forward only as much as he allowed, which wasn’t very much. I tried to pull away, but he yanked me back by my hair and thrust into me so roughly that I wailed out loud. My entire body shuddered hard with unfathomable desire and then his hand ventured down my belly to settle right in between my legs.
His fingertips roughly pressed against my clit, circling hard and fast. He forced my next orgasm with such brutal swiftness that it left me reeling as I struggled to cope with the mind-bending arousal tearing through my core like the edge of a blade. There was no hope for me to fight the next series of orgasms even if I tried.
Cruel pleasure ravaged me from within. I was helpless against its pull as I shattered on his cock. I could feel every muscle in my body tensing hard, milking every last inch of him. I couldn’t get enough. He thrust in and out of me even more roughly as he pulled my hair taut, and I trembled in his arms. I pushed my ass back against him as he slammed into me, again and again as I soared high in the realms of complete bliss.
I lost myself in the utter transcendence that his cock forced upon me. I gave into every last orgasm even though each one was starting to become painful. The wet sounds of his cock fucking me were loud, shameful evidence of just how aroused I was to be used like this. Every last inch of my body ached, but it didn’t matter. If anything, he was taking me even more roughly because of exactly that.
My eyes rolled back in my head and my heart threatened to implode in my chest.
I no longer knew up from down. Pain from pleasure. It all transformed together into one addicting mixture of sensation that I couldn’t get enough of.
I screamed his name as I came for him again and again until I thought I was going to fall apart. He groaned, the sound low in my ear and I moaned as his cock throbbed hard inside me. I was only vaguely aware that there were tears streaming down my face, but as the first fiery spurt of his seed marked my pussy, another devastating orgasm crashed over me with a certain brutality that rendered me silent as I shattered for him.
His cum splashed deep inside me, making that final release the hardest of them all.
I broke and I broke hard.
Chapter 4
Chloe
After it was all over, his arms wrapped around me and I melted into his embrace. He effortlessly pulled free from my body and lifted me from the floor, before he carried me to the couch. Gently, he gathered me in his lap and held me close. For a while, I was silent as I lay against him, just trying to quiet my tears and normalize my breathing. The heavy beat of his heart was soothing and for a while, I just listened. His cologne was powerfully seductive, and I found myself lulled into an even more relaxed state as it surrounded me in its warm embrace.
My tears gradually stopped, and my own heartbeat returned to a normal pace. Silas cupped my face between his hands and wiped the wetness with his thumbs. I was only vaguely aware of the fact that I had cried for him.
“Such a good girl. You did so well,” he murmured, and my heart pulsed at the sweetness in his voice.
“I’ve never,” I began but he hushed me softly.
“I know, sweet girl. You don’t have to explain,” he said, and I curled even more tightly into his arms. Right now, his lap felt like a safe place and I shivered hard as I pressed my cheek against the crook of his neck. I breathed in his scent once more and sighed.
“I never finished my show,” I whispered.
“It’s alright. I paid for an open bar for the night to ensure that everyone left happy and very drunk. The owner knows me and will see to it that everyone has a very good night,” he replied.
I licked my lips, trying to wrap my head around the events that had transpired tonight.
“I should be angry with you,” I murmured.
“But you aren’t, are you, little one,” he pressed.
“No,” I whispered. I was telling the truth. I meant every last word and I hated that. Even now, my body was throbbing with a deeper satisfaction than I’d ever felt in my life. My mouth was sore. My bottom was aching from his palm and my pussy hurt inside and out, but even with all that, I felt truly free for the first time ever.
I wasn’t about to tell him that though. I planned to keep that to myself.
For a while longer, I lay in his lap, just enjoying the feeling of his warmth and protection. Finally, I opened my mouth to speak.
“I don’t even know you. All I know is that your name is Silas,” I whispered.
“Soon, you’ll learn a whole lot more, my pretty little pet,” he murmured, and I closed my eyes, too tired to even try to figure out what that meant.
When I woke up, I knew I was dressed even before I opened my eyes. My legs were bare and when I reached down to touch my waist, I felt the familiar material of my skirt beneath my fingers. I could tell that I was wearing my silky shirt too, but as I took stock of myself, I came to a few unsettling conclusions. My bra was missing, and I wasn’t wearing any panties either. I pressed my thighs together as a blush crept up my cheeks. I covered my nipples with one arm, hoping it wasn’t completely obvious that there was nothing underneath my clothing. Once I had taken stock of myself, I started to focus on other things in order to take my mind off my naked flesh.
My body jostled from side to side. I was moving and when I finally managed to pry my sleepy lids apart, I saw a number of streetlamps passing by, which made one thing very clear.
I was in a car.
“Where am I?” I whispered.
A voice I didn’t recognize answered.
“I’m taking you home,” the man said. Feeling more than a little alarmed, I sat up and tried to figure out what all had happened since I’d fallen asleep.
“Who are you and how do you know where I live?” I asked, trying to rub the sleepiness from my eyes. I looked out the window, not recognizing where I was from the landmarks we were passing by, but it was a bit difficult to concentrate. All I could think about was the feel of Silas’ fingers on my skin and as I pushed myself up higher in the seat, I groaned as the soreness in my stiff muscles washed over me. I licked my lips, tasting the salty flavor of his seed and I shivered with shameful arousal. My nipples hardened and I crossed my arms over my chest, unsure if they would show through my shirt. The man in the car cleared his throat, distracting me from the sordid thoughts running through my mind and I lifted
my gaze to look at his face in the rearview mirror.
He seemed a bit older, maybe in his early to mid-forties. His eyes were dark mahogany and surrounded by soft wrinkles that spoke of a man who’d seen the world. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed and noticed that his beard was speckled with gray and peppered with darker shades. Overall, he carried with him a distinguished air and for some strange reason, it calmed me. He smiled and I chewed my lip, getting the sudden feeling that this man was far more than just a simple driver.
“My name is Damon Waters,” he replied. I rubbed my forehead, trying to scrape my memory for any semblance of familiarity. It almost felt like I should know him, but I finally shook my head in confusion.
“I don’t know that name,” I responded.
“I wouldn’t expect you to. I work for Silas. I’ve been tasked with making sure that you end up in your bed tonight, safe and sound,” he replied. I chewed my lip warily.
“He’s a powerful man, isn’t he?” I asked.
“You could certainly say that,” Damon confirmed, but he said it in a way that seemed particularly evasive to me and I peered back at him in suspicion.
“Have you known him a long time?” I asked, sitting back as nonchalantly as I could. I wanted him to think I was just making conversation and not digging for more information about Silas even though that was exactly what I was doing. I glanced back at him, seeing just the smallest glimmer of a smirk on the right side of his lips. Maybe he knew what my intentions were after all. I decided to hold my ground and push a bit further anyway.
“We used to work in the same department maybe fifteen years ago, before he went out on his own,” he answered.
“What kind of department?” I pressed a bit more, this time looking out the window.
“CIA,” he answered casually, and my gaze flicked back to his almost immediately.
“Wait, seriously?” I asked, unable to keep myself from asking.
“Yeah,” he replied. “We were in black ops together. I was on his team.”
“Wow. Honestly, I expected you to tell me he was like a mob boss or something by the way everyone was acting around him in the club,” I scoffed, and I saw a flash of something in his gaze that he quickly smoothed over. My curiosity peaked even further, although this time I kept it reined in. I was onto something and it was obvious that I was going to have to tread carefully. I was quiet for a while and I leaned back against the seat, rubbing my thumb along my thigh.
I wondered if I’d ever see him again.
As I sat there in the car, the full weight of what had transpired that night crashed over me. As my face reddened with embarrassment, a sense of vicious panic jolted through me. In one single night, I’d probably destroyed everything I’d ever worked for. The newspapers and magazines would be plastered with my face in the morning and likely for weeks to come.
It was all over.
“My career is going to be ruined,” I said softly. My hands were shaking, and I pressed them into my lap. Stronger tremors quaked through me and nothing I did would make them stop. I wanted to cry.
Not only had my entire body been on display for the crowd, but I’d come for them. In public. They’d all seen his fingers inside my pussy and how he’d pushed his thumb into my bottom hole under the bright lights of the stage. They’d seen everything. Worst of all, I’d liked it. I was horrified at myself.
“You’re not ruined, Chloe,” he answered softly.
“Did you see what happened?” I asked him.
“I did,” he answered.
“Then how can you say that? I’m sure there’s already pictures circling on the gossip blogs and I’ll be on the cover of a bunch of magazines by morning. I’m going to lose my record deal. I’ll never be a singer after this. I’ll never catch my big break. It’s all over because of what happened tonight,” I moaned, covering my face with my fingers. Tears threatened to fall at any moment.
“Silas would never allow such a thing to happen,” he replied. There was a certain confident edge to his voice, and it distracted me enough to lift my face to stare back at him.
“How could he stop something like that?” I pressed, sniffling back the sobs that threatened to undo me.
“Silas knows a lot of powerful people in a lot of very powerful places. He has a great many friends he can call on to get things done,” he said. The evasive tone had returned, and I swallowed heavily, trying to figure out my next move.
For a while, I said nothing at all. I felt a bit overwhelmed and I watched the lights of the night pass by in a blur. I needed to concentrate on them in order to keep myself together and for a while, it worked. Damon cleared his throat.
“Silas takes care of his own,” he added.
“I’m not his,” I scoffed.
Even as the words left my mouth, I knew that somewhere deep inside that I knew that was a lie. I’d known the moment his fingers had first touched my flesh that he’d claimed me in a way that would leave me forever changed. Every single man that I dated after this would never compare to him. I’d never be able to forget him.
My thoughts were interrupted when the car stopped in front of my apartment building. Damon parked it and got out, only to come over to my side and open the door. He offered me his hand and didn’t give me a choice about accompanying me inside. He was polite in that he didn’t comment on the sorry state of the apartment building that I lived in or the wretched moldy smell that never seemed to go away. I led him to the stairs because the elevator was broken and when we reached my apartment on the fifth floor, he reached into his pocket and took out a set of keys.
They were mine. I could tell by the Hello Kitty keychain.
He unlocked the door and gestured for me to wait. I watched him as he did a quick sweep of my small studio. I didn’t have anything in there that anyone would want, so it seemed a bit weird to me, but I kept quiet and just let him do his thing. When he’d cleared the room, he gestured for me to come inside. I yawned and he strode back to the door.
“Enjoy your night, Miss Banks. You’ll need your rest,” he said boldly, and I cocked my head toward him in confusion.
“What do you mean?” I asked sleepily.
He didn’t answer.
“Lock the door behind me,” he replied instead. When he left, I did what he said, hearing his steps fade away only after my deadbolt clicked shut.
I wandered over to my bed, too exhausted to think about the ramifications of everything that I’d learned tonight. I stripped out of my clothes and tossed them on the floor, slipping under my covers completely naked and trying not to think about the man who consumed my thoughts.
It didn’t work.
I dreamed about him all night instead.
Chapter 5
Silas
Chloe Banks was like a damn drug and I wanted more.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I was addicted.
I would have her again. I wasn’t going to give her a choice next time either.
She was complete and utter perfection and I couldn’t get her off my mind.
The way she whimpered with fear when I bared her gorgeous heart-shaped ass. The sound she made when I had taken down her panties and exposed her wet little pussy. I’d spanked her, but it was more than obvious that she liked it. She’d been so wet that her arousal had glistened on her thighs, sparkling under the stage lights so that the entire audience could see it. She’d cried and begged me to stop, but that didn’t change the fact that she’d arched into my palm, lifting that bare little bottom so that it could be properly punished. After her spanking, her lips had surrounded my cock in the most incredible way possible, but even that paled to the way her pussy had gripped my cock with insatiable need. She’d deny every second of it, but I knew how to read the signs of her body. She’d enjoyed it and she would again. Only next time, she was going to get so much more.
I wanted to take her over my knee. She would be entirely naked. My cock hardened at the thought.
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I groaned, running my fingers over my erection as I thought about stripping every piece of clothing from her beautiful body. My fingers twitched as I imagined my hand painting her naughty backside bright red. There was no doubt in my mind that she would be soaking wet when I forced her to bend over my bed for a very thorough lesson with my belt.
She’d beg and plead for my cock, but I’d only give it to her when I was damn good and ready. That little pussy deserved to be fucked good and hard and I wasn’t going to stop there.
I’d take her tight little ass after that. She’d scream my name into the sheets as she came for me, even though it was going to hurt. She’d come especially hard because of exactly that.
I stroked up and down my cock.
Fuck.
I wanted her and I was going to take her.
A knock pounded on the door of my office and I sighed in aggravation. I crossed my legs, tapping my fingers on the surface of my desk.
“Come in,” I called out. The door opened and Dean walked in with a manila folder in his hand.
“The samples you collected last night have been delivered to the lab. We should know if the DNA matches in a few hours,” he offered first.
“They accepted the rush job?” I asked.
“Of course they did. As soon as they saw your name, they took it right away,” he responded.
I smirked. I knew they would, but it was always nice to hear that they didn’t need to be reminded of it. Dean shook his head with amusement.
“What?” I goaded him.
“You’re a real dick sometimes,” he replied.
“I know,” I grinned.
“It’s her, isn’t it? All these years and we’ve finally found Isabella’s daughter,” he whispered.
