"Do you want me to take my clothes off?" she asks.
"How do you usually do this?"
"You're my first time," she smiles.
"Oh?" I can't help but laugh out loud. "How come I'm your test bunny?"
"I had to start somewhere." Her eyes sparkle darkly. "And I know you want me. So why not you?"
I turn on some music and walk from behind my desk to the bar to pour myself another drink.
"One for me too, please," she says.
"I don't think so. Not old enough."
She scoffs. "Old enough to fuck you, but not old enough to have a drink?"
"Precisely," I grin darkly. "I'm glad you understand, trouble."
I pour myself another whisky and hand her a Coke. She turns her nose up at it but accepts it anyway.
We're both avoiding the moment we finally get to do this... But I can't go there yet. I need... more. Just like she did two years ago. I'm fucking thirsty for more Willa, to drink her in, to experience her in full the way she was meant to be enjoyed. We sit down on the opposing chairs in my office, and I watch her closely. The fire in my modern hearth burns brightly. It's a beautiful night, one made for sin.
Neither of us speaks. For a while, we merely watch each other, drinking it all in. But then Willa picks herself up, not saying a word, merely sliding her panties down from under her dress. Her fishnets are stockings, and the panties she hands me are a white lace. I swallow and watch her sit back down as if nothing's happened at all.
I pocket her thong.
I tell myself I won’t regret this, already knowing I will. And I let myself go down the rabbit hole with her.
Chapter 3
Willa
"Aren't you going to come here and sit with me?"
His voice is dark and gravelly and everything I have imagined for years.
Raphael looks even better than the night I first met him. He's fucking hot in his expensive suit, salt-and-pepper hair and dark, stormy eyes. I want to fuck him. I've spent the last two years of my life preparing for it, after all. But now that the act is about to happen, I'm suddenly nervous. I'm reminded this is my first time. I'm reminded I have to make him feel this way too - obsessed with desire, only for me. I want him to crave me more with every taste I let him have.
I keep that in mind as I shrug, taking gulps of my Coke and doing my best not to show him just how nervous I am. "Why don't you ask me a little nicer?"
"Oh, I think you're a very confused little girl." Raphael's smirk promises a world of trouble if I don't obey. "You do as I say, not the other way around, trouble. And don't even try to pretend you don't want this as much as I do. I can see it in your eyes. You're so fucking desperate."
I purse my lips. I don't want him calling me out like this – it's embarrassing. And yet at the same time, it makes me even needier for more of his attention. But I'm not going to give in to his demands that easily. First, I have to wrap him around my little finger and make him work for my attention.
"You would be surprised at how well I can hold back." I bat my lashes innocently. "What about you, Daddy?"
I can tell the nickname I'm using does something to him. Raphael's knuckles whiten as he clenches his hands into fists and I can't fight the smile off my face, seeing the effect I have on this man who must be three times my age. My heart beats in anticipation of his next move and I'm eager to experience more of him. To know him the way no other woman does.
"I don't hold back," he replies. "I don't have to. And I certainly won't be doing that with you. Now come here and sit on my lap."
I want to fight him further, but the desire to be closer to him prevents me from doing that. Picking myself up, I saunter over to him and pretend I'm not shaking inside as I confidently slide onto his lap. My arms circle his shoulders and his smoldering eyes meet mine.
"Like this?" I ask innocently.
"No," he growls. He grabs my ass and I cry out as he pulls me on top of him, spreading my legs so I'm straddling him. "Like this."
I swallow, panicking on the inside but merely offering him a confident smile on the outside.
"You think you're so slick, don't you, trouble?" Raphael asks in his low, growly voice. "You don't think I can see right through you?"
"Can you?" I tilt my head to the side with an innocent smile. "What am I thinking right now?"
"Right now," Raphael mutters, moving my hands so my nails dig into his neck. "Right now, you're wondering whether I'll be able to tell you're a virgin when I fuck you."
I can feel the heat creeping into my cheeks, but I don't go on the defense, even though I want to. "Okay, your turn."
"You gonna read my mind, trouble?"
"Yeah." I pull back and grind my hips on his lap lightly, almost lightly enough to make it seem like a mistake as my short dress rises to reveal my stocking tops. "You're wondering if I'm lying about being a virgin."
"Wrong." He smirks. "I know you saved that special little gift just for me, trouble."
"I admit, you're good at this game."
"I'm good at other things, too."
"Oh?" I raise my brows at him. "Such as?"
"Such as making you come. Ever had an orgasm, Willa?"
I shake my head no. There's no point in lying. At this point I'm convinced it's physically impossible for me to orgasm. I've touched myself often enough to know it would've happened by now if it could.
"Fucking delightful." He pushes me off his lap and I stumble backward in my boots, looking at him with betrayal in my eyes. But before I can say another word, Raphael's gotten to his feet and is approaching me with a predatory look on his face. "Now, Willa, just because you're a virgin doesn't mean I'm going to go gentle on you. I'm paying you, so we're going to do this my way. Got it?"
"Got it," I nod. "Now give me what you've got, Daddy, don't keep me –"
I don't get to finish my sentence because he pushes me to my knees the next moment. I hit the ground hard, knowing I'm going to bruise tomorrow, but all it does is turn me on more.
"Open your mouth." I obey and Raphael hooks a thumb between my lips.
"Aren't you going to kiss me first?" I ask, his thumb muffling my words.
He groans, reaching for the crotch of his pants. The expensive fabric is stretched by his hard cock. I swallow, my eyes going to his again. "No, I'm not going to kiss you. I'm just going to fuck you."
I bite his thumb and he laughs, pulling out of my mouth. "What do I get if you kiss me by the end of our date?"
He smirks, "You turn everything into a game, trouble?"
"Only when I know I'm going to win."
"Fine." He pulls his zipper down but my gaze doesn't waver from his. "I'll add an extra five thousand to your account."
"Perfect." It's not what I wanted, but I'm sure my confidence is overselling my true feelings. Because I didn't want money. I wanted a promise, a way to see him again after this. "Then let's get started."
"Perfect," he mimics me. "Have you sucked cock before, trouble?"
"No, but I've sucked a dildo," I reply smugly, making him laugh. "What? It was big."
"It couldn't do what I'm about to do." He frees up his cock and I let out an involuntary gasp. He's thick, swollen. There's a vein throbbing along his length that scares me. His cock scares me.
Without saying another word, Raphael clasps his hands behind my head and brings me in close. "Smell me."
I struggle against him, wanting him to overpower me. He smells like soap and skin, and I want to get closer, but he pulls back before I can do that, taunting me with his cock.
"You like it?" I nod. "Beg for it."
"I-No." I glare at him.
"Beg. For. It."
I keep glaring but it doesn't seem like he's changing his mind. My eyes go to his cock and I feel my mouth watering. I swallow, doing my best to ignore it. "Please, Daddy?"
"You think I'm going to let you have it that easily?"
It's my turn to smirk. "Yes, Daddy."
He growls my name and steps forward
. Before I get the chance to react, he starts slapping me with his cock. My cheeks burn red from the humiliation. "You like that, trouble?"
"No," I hiss, resisting, but he grabs me by my throat this time, holding me in place.
"Too much for you?" he asks, his voice now caring, sweet. "Just tell me and I'll stop."
"N-No," I manage to get out, even though I almost want to chicken out.
"Good. If it is, you say the word red. Or, if you can't speak, you tap me three times. Show me now."
I tap his lag with my palm. One, two, three.
"Good girl. Now show me your pussy."
I should have known it was coming, but it still makes my heart pound. Slowly, I sit back on the floor, my dress hitched up, and I allow my legs to fall open. Raphael starts jerking his cock, his eyes slowly traveling between my legs as he mutters, "There it is. Spread it open."
My trembling hands shake as I flatten my palms against my pussy, showing off for him. "Like this, Daddy?"
"Like that, trouble." He groans, his hand covering his eyes as if he can't bear to look at me. He doesn't let go of his cock, though. "More, give me more. Show me that untouched little hole you've been saving for me."
I spread myself open, "Look at me, Daddy. I want you to look at me."
His hand comes down and it's as if he's a different person. There's an edge to the way he looks at me, and I'm suddenly afraid. My lips part and I shock myself by saying, "Kiss me."
"No," he laughs. "No fucking way. Because if you lose, you owe me a pussy licking session."
I flush, remembering what I wrote on my profile on the app. "I don't like that. Didn't you read my profile?"
It's not like I know whether I like it or not since I haven't tried it, but it's a limit Raphael should respect.
"I'll make you love it." His words should scare me, but they only turn me on more. "Now come here and get my dick wet so I can stick it in your pussy."
I get to my knees and move in close, pretending I've kept my cool throughout all this.
"Come on, don't be shy." Raphael strokes my hair as I kneel next to him. "Not here, not with me."
I look up at him and wrap my lips around his cock. He's soft yet hard at the same time and I can feel his shaft pulsing with need. It scares me almost as much as it excites me. I feel goosebumps erupting all over my skin as my tongue slides over the slit in his cock, tasting the clear liquid bubbling on top of it.
"You like it?" Raphael asks gently, and I nod, allowing his cockhead to slip deeper into my mouth. "I knew you would, trouble. Try licking it. Sucking it. Give me the attention I deserve."
I cough but all it does is make him go deeper. My eyes widen at the sudden feeling of my mouth being stretched around him, feeling him pulse inside me. A new-found determination awakens inside me, and I take him deeper, forcing myself to swallow inch by inch despite my gag reflex trying to prevent it. And then something happens in my throat, something that makes me able to take him almost all the way. My eyes water and I blink away tears.
"Oh fuck, good girl." Raphael gently gathers my hair in his fists and slowly pushes his cock in and out of my mouth. "That's right, be a good girl for Daddy. Take it. Take it all."
I choke a little as he pushes deeper than ever but keep going nonetheless. My body is buzzing with what we're doing, all senses on high alert as he feeds me his cock like the best treat I've ever had. I lick, suck and swallow the precum leaking from his slit hungrily. Raphael gets into it too, and despite his overall gentleness, I can tell he's holding back so he doesn't hurt me.
"I won't be able to take this much longer," Raphael groans.
I let his cock pop out of my mouth and smile. "Then fuck me, Daddy."
He grunts and motions to the desk. "Lie down there, right the fuck now."
I get up on shaky legs, walking over to the desk. He follows me, sliding papers and a crystal award off the desk. The glass shatters but he pays it no mind, instead grabbing me by the hips, lifting me and placing me ass-down on his desk.
"It's going to hurt," he warns me. "I'll do my best so it's not too bad. But if it's too much, use your safe word or tap me. Okay, trouble?"
"Okay," I breathe.
The bravado I felt before is gone. Now it's just the feeling of my heart hammering in my chest, reminding me what's about to happen.
"You sure?" Raphael asks, as if he can sense my trepidation.
"I'm sure," I whisper. "Fuck me, Daddy."
Chapter 4
Raphael
She seems scared but I'm past the point of caring. I need this, need her, and I'm done resisting her seductive charms. She may be younger, but she's legal and she wants this as much as I do. So who the fuck am I to take it away from her?
"Spread your legs," I say. "Hold them up under your knees, let me see what's about to be mine."
She does as she's told, planting her boots on the desk at first. “Higher,” I tell her, and she lifts her legs back, boots dangling. She looks so divine in her ripped fishnet stockings. Her sweet, pink little cunt invites me, dripping with desire, and she writhes beneath me as I grab her ass and pull her to the edge of the desk, my cock coming to rest at her entrance.
"See how big it is?" I ask, gently placing it on top of her skin and making her shiver. "Look how deep it's going to go, trouble. All the way inside you. Filling you so fucking good."
"Please," she manages. "Put it inside me. I want to know what it feels like when you're in me."
I push my tip between her pussy lips and her sweet little hole opens up, inviting me to claim her.
"No more waiting," Willa rasps. "Inside me, right now! Now, Daddy!"
I wanted to prolong this moment, but her insistent words make me unable to resist the tiny pink hole between her legs. With a groan, I push just the tip inside and she gasps, the sound continuing into a long moan.
"Does it hurt?" I ask her softly as her eyes find mine. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No," she manages. "Fuck me. Don't go easy on me. You promised you wouldn't."
"I did," I manage, cursing out loud as I feel her massaging the head of my cock. She's so fucking tight I don't even know if I'll be able to fit inside her, but I don't want to say anything yet. I can't scare her off now, I need this as much as she does. She's every desire I've ever had combined into one gorgeous, irresistible woman.
Without giving it another thought, I push inside her fully. Her pussy wraps around my cock like a vice, but despite the obvious pain she doesn't cry out, doesn't try to stop me. I can feel her tightening, almost as if her body is trying to expel me from the pain I'm causing it. But I don't give up. I keep going, pushing deeper, claiming inch after inch of her, taking what she'll never be able to get back.
"Fuck," Willa whispers. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
"Say your safe word if you have to," I hiss through my teeth, though at this point I'm unsure if I'd be able to honor it.
"No," she shakes her head.
"Say it." I tug on the ties of her corseted bodice and her dress falls open, revealing her pretty little tits in nothing but a strappy harness that barely covers a thing. My cock throbs inside her at the sight. "Say your safe word, trouble."
"No!" She bites her bottom lip so fucking hard it starts to bleed. "No, keep going, please, keep fucking going, don't stop, don't stop."
I bite my lip too, leaning over her and tipping her chin back so she's forced to look at me. "Look at me when I'm inside you. Look at me when I claim that pussy for myself. Look at me and tell me you won't let anybody else touch it ever again."
"No," she shakes her head.
"No?" My hands move to her throat and she yelps when I thrust inside her, punishingly hard. "You going to say no to me?"
"No," she shakes her head, eyes fluttering open and closed. "No."
"This pussy is mine now," I growl. "You don't let anyone else touch this. See this. Feel this. This is mine. All of you is mine."
"No," she repeats.
"Fuck your nos," I grow
l. "I'll fuck a yes out of you."
"Kiss me." Her eyes glisten as she stares at me, making me laugh.
"Forget about your fucking game for a second," I mutter, continuing to drive inside her again and again. "Forget about all that shit. I'm telling you I want this. I want you. I want you to be mine."
"No," she whispers again, but this time the word is broken into two.
I press my forehead against hers, lips an inch away from touching. "Why don't you kiss me, trouble?"
"Because..." She bites her lower lip, more moans escaping her as I fuck her deeper, harder. "Because then I'll lose."
"It'll be worth it," I mutter. "Kiss me, trouble. Find out what I taste like. Find out how much you need this."
"I can't," she manages, throwing her head back.
"You can't?" I allow my lips to wander her neck, her decolletage. I suck a nipple into my mouth, graze it with my teeth while she groans with pure pleasure. I'm skirting the rules of our arrangement but I don't give a damn – I need this. I want her. I'm not letting go. I'm already addicted for fucking life. "Why not, trouble? Give me what I want. Give yourself what you want. Let us have this, together."
She doesn't respond this time, but I can see the battle going on inside her head. She's struggling with this, trying so very hard to stop me but realizing with every passing second she fucking can't.
"I want to make you come," I demand. "You're going to come on my cock and then you're going to lick it all up."
She nods, eager for it already, excited that I've stopped the game for now. "Make me come, Daddy. I want to know what it feels like. But..."
"What?" I hold her legs up, pulling out my cock. She's so fucking wet. "What is it?"
"I don't know if I can," she finishes. "I don't know if I can come, I've never..."
"Don't worry about that," I smirk, taking a step back. "Lean over the desk."
I help her off the desk and lean her over it, and I can see how she’s trembling as I lift her dress to reveal a creamy white ass. Everything is forgotten now. All that remains is Willa and the pure need to own her.
I fold her arms behind her back and hold on to them, telling her to pinch me if it's too much. She nods and closes her eyes.
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