by Leah Wilde
“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 outward 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.
Minutes passed, and eventually, Fiona stirred underneath him. Maybe she had actually dozed off and was only now coming to, but still, she barely moved, only adjusting her head to turn and look Vince in the eyes. It was overwhelming, watching her watch him, feeling totally vulnerable and bare under her penetrating gaze. Vince almost shivered, just from the nervousness he felt at being watched, but he held himself back, meeting Fiona’s gaze as confidently as he could. This was the moment of truth, when she told him what she felt about what had just happened. She was going to make him or break him, and she probably had no idea how much power she really had.
Fiona cleared her throat, her eyes darting between each of his for several seconds before she finally opened her mouth to speak. It took all of Vince’s strength not to close his eyes, his heartbeat thudding loudly in his ears as his anxiety spiked, waiting for her judgment.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly, lifting one hand from under Vince’s stomach to brush against the side of his face, sending small sparks of tingling pleasure down Vince’s spine in the process.
“What?” Vince said, not comprehending her meaning at first. His brain was still waking up, still forcing itself back to life. He couldn’t understand what she could possibly be thanking him for. If anything, it should have been the other way around.
“Thank you,” Fiona repeated, petting the side of Vince’s face some more with her lovely, long fingers. “I never felt that way before. I didn’t even know I could feel that way. Thank you so much.”
Fiona’s words finally cracked into Vince’s skull, dancing around on top of his brain until all of his nerve endings finally sprang up back to life, jumping for joy as soon as her meaning sunk in. Vince had to fight to keep himself from trembling, just from the force of the happy feeling that popped up in the base of his stomach like a bomb going off, sending aftershocks throughout his entire body. He finally nodded slowly, more to himself than to Fiona, and forced out two words, the only answer he could muster up at the moment. “You’re welcome.”
Fiona smiled, her face practically cracking open as her wonderfully white teeth appeared, lighting up her eyes like the sky on the Fourth of July. She looked beautiful, more beautiful than Vince had ever seen her before, even though she was red-faced and covered with slick sweat. He never wanted this moment to end. He never wanted to forget any single detail of the gorgeous thing that was lying against him, her legs tangled up with his.
“I never really…liked sex,” Fiona said after a long pause where they just stared at each other. She broke the silence easily, comfortably, like she’d known him forever. It was amazing, seeing how much looser and lighter and freer she seemed after their fucking than before. “I thought it was kind of gross and nasty.”
“Isn’t it?” Vince asked, smirking a little even as Fiona rolled her eyes and playfully smacked the side of his body.
“You know what I mean,” Fiona said, the stubborn smile on her face never slipping away. “I just didn’t see the appeal. I thought it was unnecessarily dirty and messy and…” She trailed off, shrugging a little like she couldn’t come up with the words to describe exactly how she used to feel.
“Uncontrollable?” Vince suggested. “Chaotic?”
“I guess so,” Fiona said, nodding a little. “Yeah, I guess that’s how I felt. It was just a mess, something else that I’d have to take care of, you know? Something else to worry about. My life was always easier when sex wasn’t involved. I just did it to make the men in my life happy, you know, to make sure that they were satisfied. I barely even masturbate, for God’s sake!” she said with a laugh.
“But tonight…?” Vince said, his voice going up at the end of the second word like he was asking a question. He supposed that he was, in fact, asking if she enjoyed herself, even though he knew that he already had the answer to that question, just from the way his muscles recalled the trembling vibrations that Fiona’s body transferred to his in the midst of her orgasm.
“Tonight was different,” Fiona said, her voice firm and confident. She smiled, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head as she squirmed next to Vince, stretching her muscles out until they popped. “Tonight was so different,” she said again, falling into a fit of giggles that made Vince feel like his heart was getting warmer in his chest, like a fire slowly growing larger with each passing second.
Vince let his hand travel over to the other side of Fiona’s body, tracing lines up and down her back with his fingertips and fingernails, making her shut her eyes and breathe more shallowly as he gently rubbed her overworked body. “You did well,” he said softly, pressing down harder along her spine until she moaned under her breath, still consumed in pleasure. “You did really well.”
“Thank you,” Fiona whispered back, sighing happily and rolling her shoulders back to let Vince rub at them, carrying away whatever remnants of tension remained in her muscles and bones. “Thank you so much. I was really worried, you know, before I came here. I thought I’d fuck it all up.”
“You didn’t. You did everything right,” Vince said. He wondered if Fiona was aware that she was letting him perform aftercare right now, taking care of her body as well as reassuring her emotionally. If she noticed, she didn’t seem to mind, practically grinning even with her eyes closed as his hand traveled down to her ass to pet over the plac
es he’d smacked before during foreplay as well as during sex itself.
They lay like that for several more minutes, Fiona letting Vince take care of her, rubbing away at all the tight spots he found with his fingertips until he finally gave in to temptation and pulled away from her. Fiona didn’t protest the way he expected her to. Instead, she just smiled lazily up at him and reached down clumsily with one hand to find his and lightly squeezed his fingers. Vince looked down to see their hands, their fingers sliding together naturally like they’d known each other for their whole lives. He felt something flutter in his chest, something light yet powerful, and for a second, he just let himself enjoy it before nausea crashed over him, all at once, making him yank his hand away from hers and get up from the desk entirely.
He bent over to the floor, searching through his pants pocket for his phone to check the time. 11:03. It was later than he thought.
“You should be getting back soon,” Vince said softly, as gently as he could. He didn’t want to kick her out, but it was important that he maintain boundaries. She couldn’t sleep over, as much as he’d like having her naked body pressed against his for hours on end. He couldn’t afford her to get the wrong idea about them. That was a surefire way to fuck things up, to blur the boundaries that he’d worked so hard to build and maintain.