by Celia Aaron
I stood again and palmed my cock. It was over-sensitive with need. She gasped when she saw it, her mouth making a red ‘O’ that should have been fastened around my shaft.
I leaned in and bit her nipple and she let her head loll back. I knew she was enjoying it. I knew from the moment she spread for me, from the moment I tasted her wet pussy. She knew she needed my brand of discipline.
Her tits were like candy in my mouth. I pushed my head against her slick heat until I couldn’t deny it any longer. I positioned myself at her entrance and groaned as I sank inch by inch into her hot pussy. She didn’t fight me even as I took her free leg and spread it out to the side. I should have bound her hands, but instead I brought them up and pressed them into my shoulders. I started a steady pace and she dug her nails in with each stroke.
She was wide open, her ass perched on top of the desk. I relinquished her nipple and feasted on her neck as I fucked her harder and harder. My strokes made the desk creak with each impact.
She clenched my cock, drawing it even further in each time I pistoned into her. I reached up and yanked her hair so her neck and tits were even more exposed. I slid my tongue down her chest, never stopping my punishing rhythm, and ended at her right breast. I took as much of it in my mouth as I could, the hard nipple grazing my tongue. Her pussy tightened even more, squeezing drops of cum into her. I would spend like this if I didn’t slow down.
I had more plans for her, ones I’d only teased at until now. I may own her pussy, but I wanted to borrow every other part of her. I took her neck in my large hand and squeezed. I gave her nipple one more hard bite, making her buck, before letting it go. I scooted her off the desk, my hand still at her throat, and turned her around. I pushed her down hard and wrenched her hands up behind her back. I looped my tie around her neck and put both ends in my left hand. I yanked, choking her a little and making her raise up off the desk, her hard nipples grazing the papers spread out there.
Keeping the tie in one hand, I knelt and licked her pussy, drawing the cream and my precum up to her asshole. I darted my tongue inside the tight hole, penetrating her lightly before I forced the rest of it inside her, wetting her. I stood and leaned over her, giving her a little slack so she could breathe fully again.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, Ms. Finnegan.”
She moaned and turned her head to look at me. I pulled on the tie again and sank a finger into her ass. “Tell me you want me to fuck you here.” My finger stretched her, moved in and out, and around. I sank in another. I pulled harder. “Tell me, Ms. Finnegan. Beg me to fuck you here.”
I removed my fingers and nudged my head into her wet asshole. When she didn’t answer me, I spanked her, four hard hits, two on each check. My handprints would be there for a while. I smiled.
“Please, please fuck me in my ass, professor,” she said on a breath.
I let the tie loosen a bit and pushed into her. She sucked me in, constricting my cock and taking every inch I had. “That’s it, Ms. Finnegan.”
I pulled on the tie until she raised up, now standing in front of me up against the desk. I looped the tie in a quick knot around her throat, keeping her slightly constricted. Then I reached around and palmed both her tits as I started fucking her ass. I moved slowly at first so she could adjust. I thumbed her nipples as I increased my force, my cock demanding I go faster.
Soon, I was slapping into her. She braced herself against the desk with her hands as I held onto her tits and leveraged my cock as deep as I could go into her slick, tight ass.
“Finger yourself. I want you to come when I shoot my load in your ass.”
She took one hand from the desk and reached down to her pussy. I put my hand on top of hers so I could feel what she was doing to herself. She delved down to her hole, bringing up her own cream to rub around the hard nub. She swirled and rubbed it, making herself rock back into me harder and harder with her own rhythm. I let her continue to stroke her clit as I dove two fingers into her slick pussy. The pressure increased on my cock, already in a tight squeeze.
“I’m going to come, Ms. Finnegan. Come with me.”
“Yes, professor,” she breathed.
I fucked her roughly, my balls slapping into her ass with each strong plunge. She tightened around my cock and my fingers until it was almost painful. Then she started to cry out. I took my fingers from her pussy and shoved them into her mouth to silence her. She sucked and licked her own cream as she came. My balls pulled up tight against me as my first hot spurts of cum shot into her ass. I pushed in as deeply as I could go, wanting to get my seed in every nook and cranny of her succulent body. I gritted my teeth as the release shot out of me, thick ropes no doubt filling her ass and making it weep. With one final thrust, I was finished.
I pulled out, letting my cum hit the floor. It dribbled from her ass, leaking down to her pussy and her thighs. I embedded the image in my mind to take out and look at again later when I needed to stroke off to thoughts of her.
CHAPTER SIX
Zoey Finnegan
“Are you sure I should be here?” I fidgeted on the tufted leather sofa.
The Stevens house was easily the largest residence in the city. Professor Stevens’ parents and grandparents were some bigtime industrialists. Then he started a law firm and hit a few jackpots in his early years of practice. After that, he’d retired from private practice and started teaching at the law school.
The house reflected his massive wealth, everything high end, polished, and posh. The couch I sat on probably cost a small fortune and the big screen TV on the wall would have paid my first year of tuition.
Mrs. Stevens was a successful businesswoman, though not nearly as rich as the Stevens family. She’d married up, but it she seemed to want more and more. Now I felt caught between her and her husband.
Mrs. Stevens had invited me over for the “show.” She’d cooed with triumph when I’d told her what Professor Stevens had done to me in his office. Since I’d been here, she’d already watched the video twice, masturbating to it once and then getting me off with her fingers the second time.
With the way both the Stevenses acted, I wondered why Mrs. Stevens wanted a divorce. They actually seemed sort of perfect together. Then I frowned. They were both the same, though. Both so dominant with me. So maybe they needed someone different? I wasn’t able to think it through any further because Professor Stevens walked into the living room. His eyebrows shot up when he saw me. He turned to Mrs. Stevens, then his handsome countenance faded into a dark glower.
“Well, well, Nick. Where have your manners gone? Aren’t you go to introduce yourself to our guest?” Mrs. Stevens was eating this up.
“What’s going on?” He stripped his suit coat off and tossed it over the back of the nearest chair. When he loosened his tie and pulled it off, I blushed and inspected the floor in front of me. I couldn’t meet his eye.
“We have a very special movie for you. I forgot to make the popcorn, but I still think you’ll like what you see all the same.” She walked over and sat next to me on the sofa. “Come on, Nick, don’t be scared.” She patted the seat beside her.
He came around and sat on my other side so that I was situated in between them. She clicked on the DVD player. The recording started where I was on his desk and he was eating my pussy. My eyes were glued to the screen, neither looking left nor right.
He let out a long breath and leaned back against the couch. He stroked down my back lazily. “Really, Serena? If you wanted a divorce all you had to do was ask.”
She paused the video.
“No, keep playing it. I love it. I’m kind of glad it’s recorded.”
She resumed the video, my muffled cries of pleasure ricocheting around the posh room. Mrs. Stevens also leaned back and placed a hand on my waist. I was the only link between them.
“It’s not just a divorce, Nick. I want three quarters of the estate. You should have given me half when we married. But you were being a total hardass because of your mot
her. This video will ensure I get at least half, if not more.”
“This is about money?” Professor Stevens yanked my hair so that I had to lean back and settle in between them.
I cried out from the sting but Professor Stevens shushed me by putting his index finger in my mouth.
“Suck it, Ms. Finnegan.”
I obeyed.
“Yes and freedom, Nick. I want to be able to fuck as I please. You already do. And, if I’m being honest, I already do.” Mrs. Stevens pulled the strap of my tank top down and leaned over to suck my nipple.
Professor Stevens mirrored her movements, taking my right breast in his mouth, both of them feasting on my tits. I moaned around Professor Stevens’ finger. I was already a slave to the sensations they brought out in me.
“You should have told me before.” He nuzzled my breast, removed his finger from my mouth, and reached down to pull up my skirt.
“What good would that have done? Your mother died six months ago and you haven’t changed a goddamn thing.” Mrs. Stevens leaned over me and slanted her mouth over mine. Her curious tongue darted in as she tangled a hand in my hair and pulled.
The sofa shifted next to me. Then I felt Professor Stevens between my thighs, his large hands spreading them apart.
“Actually, I have.” I felt his breath on my pussy and I moaned into Mrs. Stevens’ mouth.
She came up for air. “What have you changed?”
He licked up my pussy, his tongue somehow hotter than I was. I wriggled as he kissed and sucked. Mrs. Stevens pushed me sideways so I lay on the couch.
Professor Stevens growled as she moved down my body and began licking where he was only moments ago. He unbuckled his pants, letting them drop and kicking them away. Then he climbed onto my chest, his legs pinning my arms to my sides. His cock waved in front of my face before he pushed it between my lips. I took it in, wanting to swallow all of it. Mrs. Stevens took over my clit and played it like an instrument.
“A month ago I got with the attorneys and – mmm, that’s it Ms. Finnegan – put half in your name, just as it always should have been.”
He reached down and gripped my hair hard as he fucked my mouth. Mrs. Stevens stopped licking me and I whimpered around Professor Stevens’ cock.
“Greedy girl,” she scolded and pushed her fingers inside, massaging me as she spoke. “Are you being serious Nick?”
“Yes. It’s all been done. I can show you the papers once I’m done with Ms. Finnegan.”
I moaned at his words and ran my tongue along his shaft. Mrs. Stevens returned to my pussy, her hot mouth glued to my sensitive clit. My hips rose up to meet her mouth as she tongued me. I swallowed Professor Stevens’ head, squeezing him with my throat.
“Fuck, Ms. Finnegan.” He pistoned harder, making my head push back into the leather.
My hips began to jerk erratically as my pussy tensed.
“Come for me, baby girl,” Mrs. Stevens purred and seized on my clit again. A scream rose in my throat as I came but it was doused by Professor Stevens’ hot load shooting into my mouth and down my throat. He rammed his cock home as he yelled out his pleasure. I swallowed every bit of it and wanted more. When he removed his cock I followed it with my head, unwilling to relinquish it.
“She certainly is a greedy girl,” he said.
He and Mrs. Stevens crawled off me and embraced.
“Do you promise, Nick?”
“I promise. And I know it’s been hard, but we don’t have to divorce. We can share Ms. Finnegan.”
I sat up.
“Would you let us share you, Zoey?” Mrs. Stevens asked, her catlike eyes roving over my naked form.
Professor Stevens unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop, revealing the muscles along his chest, his abs. He was stripped bare and began unzipping Mrs. Stevens’ dress.
From over Mrs. Stevens’ shoulder, his gaze focused on me. “Yes, Ms. Finnegan. Let us share you.”
Mrs. Stevens’ dress hit the floor revealing pert, dusky nipples and a perfectly trimmed triangle of dark hair at her pussy.
I looked from one to the other before nodding and saying, “Yes, professor.”
Forced by the Hitmen
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter One
Charlotte Perkins
A hand clapped over my mouth. My eyes flew open. My scream only went as far as the palm against my lips. Even in the low light of the bedroom, I could see the silver glint of a knife. It was only an inch from my face. Notches ran along the back and the metal narrowed to a thin, sharp blade.
“Make a sound and I’ll gut you.” A deep rumble of sound, then more pressure from his calloused palm. He climbed on top of me, pressing his knees into my arms, his hand still in place to keep me silent.
“I like it when they scream.” Another deep baritone came from somewhere out in the darkness of the room. His accent was Southern, but he was no gentleman. Not if he was in my bedroom, uninvited, in the dark.
“Later,” said the man on top of me. I watched him as he glared down at me. Even in the gloom, I could see a vicious scar bisecting his eyebrow, cutting across his nose, and ending at his square jawline. Dark hair. A thick haze of stubble covered his cheeks. His eyes were dark, sinister.
I froze – not breathing, barely thinking.
“Do you understand what will happen if I hear so much as a fucking squeak?” His hand tightened on my lips, crushing them. He held the knife only a whisper away from my face. “Blink if you understand me, bitch.”
I blinked, tears escaping and rolling down to my ears as I did so.
He released my mouth, but his body still pinned me, the knife still at the ready. I was utterly helpless, no way out.
“This is how it’s going go.” He lifted one knee and ripped the covers from me. He breathed in sharply. “Fuck. Jax, do you see this shit?”
The man on top of me looked at my body with open lust. His hard eyes took in the silk teddy. His gaze roved down my breasts, to my stomach, and finally at the vee of my thighs where the lacy shorts had bunched as I slept. He scrubbed his free hand over his jaw. I couldn’t focus on anything but the man looming over me, eye-fucking me where I lay.
The steady clump of heavy boots came to my ears as the other man, Jax, walked into the faint glow of the bathroom night light. “Look at that. No wonder she’s worth so much.”
More tears escaped my eyes. I didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. What would they do to me?
The first man ran his blade along my shoulder, down to the pink spaghetti strap of my top. He easily severed it, the knife sharp enough to cut with little to no force. He shifted on top of me so I could feel his hard length pressed against my thigh. I shivered.
“We don’t have time for this, Liam,” Jax growled.
Liam licked his lips. “I always have time for this.” He pulled down the fabric of my ruined top and bent his head to my nipple. He licked the peak before fastening his mouth on it.
Silent, silent, keep silent. His tongue swirled around the tip, erect against his soft tongue. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut, but I couldn’t. I didn’t dare.
Jax rubbed the palm of his hands over his crotch. Despite the dim light, I could tell he was hard, ready.
Oh, God.
“The others will be here soon. Fuck, Liam. We have to go.”
Liam bit down on my nipple and I stifled my cry. He lifted his head away from me and placed the blade against my throat. I felt a sting, then the wetness of blood.
“Fucking cockblock.” Those dark eyes held me down as sure as his hand had done only a moment before. “As I said, Ms. Perkins, this is how it’s going to go. Jax and I are going to gag you, throw you in a bag, and take you away from here. If you try anything. If you even think of trying anyth
ing.” The pain at my throat intensified. More wetness leaked down to the hollow of my neck. “You will pay.”
His eyes promised pain. Agony, even. I trembled beneath him.
He smirked. “I’m glad we understand each other. Jax, be my fucking guest.”
Jax moved toward the bed. He towered over me. I tried to shrink away from him, but there was nowhere to go.
Liam laughed, a chilling sound from low in his throat.
Jax stuffed a ball gag into my mouth, my teeth sliding over the slick surface. It pressed on my tongue, stifling any ability I had to scream. He fastened it around the back of my head.
“She looks good like this. Perfect.” Jax grabbed my chin, roughly pulling my face toward him, and admired his handiwork.
“Up, bitch.” Liam took the knife from my throat and pulled me into a sitting position. My breast was exposed from where he’d cut my teddy.
He palmed the mound, running his thumb over my nipple, making it hard again. I looked up into his eyes. There was no mercy there.
Jax put his knee on the bed next to me and wrenched my hands behind my back. He crushed my wrists together and then the fast ticking sound of a zip tie cut through the air, the thin strip of plastic almost cutting into my flesh. I was bound tight.
Dark fabric came down over my head, covering my body and forcing Liam to let go of my breast. I breathed out my nose hard, trying not to panic from the sudden claustrophobia. Jax drew the bag tight around me, yanked it down my legs, and then shut it closed beneath my feet.
“Have to get her out fast. No telling who’ll be waiting.” Liam’s voice. “You carry. I’ll cover. I’m the better shot.”
Jax spat on the polished wood floor. “Like fucking hell you are. But we don’t have time to argue. Let’s go.”
Rough hands pulled me from the bed. One of them threw me over his shoulder. I heard the sound of metal on metal. It could only be one thing. A gun.