Chapter 13
Laurent
Her sharp inhale hissed through the silence as I pulled the covers down, unveiling my masterpiece.
I’d searched her room top to bottom—no sign of contraception. That didn’t guarantee anything, of course, but it narrowed the odds.
“Are you taking anything?” I asked, my voice slow, deliberate. “Contraception, Lucia?”
I dragged her name out.
Lucia.
The name that had kept me awake too many nights.
The name that haunted the corners of my office, taunting me from her empty desk chair, from every closed door she’d ever passed through.
The moon lit up half her face—just enough for me to see the shake of her head.
No words. Just confirmation of an advantageous edge for myself.
She’d thank me one day, when she looked down and saw the proof of my claim swelling beneath her ribs.
I reached for the lamp, switching it on so she could see how serious I was. She blinked, her blue eyes wide, scanning the room until they found it.
“Oh God,” she whimpered.
“Yes,” I said with a smile. “When your body screams for more… I’ll have the proof.”
Her blonde hair fanned out across the dark red sheets like strands of sunlight spilled across spilled wine—too beautiful, too stark. Every inch of her contrasted against the bedding like something holy laid bare on a sacrificial altar.
I shoved the covers to the bottom of the bed and moved below her bound legs. She was trussed up, ready to be bred.
Ready to receive my gift.
Her breasts rose with each shallow breath, full and high, tipped with the softest blush—like the centre of a flower just beginning to open. I drank her in, shameless, ravenous.
She raised her knees, pressing her thighs firmly shut. I glanced up.
Her eyes—God, those eyes—wide as if startled, the way prey looks at its predator, but not just fear. There was heat behind it. Wariness and wonder. The kind of look that made men forget themselves. That had already made me forget everything but her.
I slowly towered above her, placing my hands on the mattress.
“You’ll spread those thighs and beg for my cock by the time I’m done with you, Lucia,” I rasped, hunger edging every syllable.
My lips met the pulse on her neck, and I traced the tip of my tongue along her skin—my first taste. When I reached her ear, I curled my tongue around the small earlobe. She arched unconsciously, caught in the sensation until her sweet tits rose and brushed my chest.
“Good little whore,” I whispered.
“Please,” she whispered, the word barely formed.
The sound only fuelled me forward, and I pushed my body down until her thighs spread open.
I smiled against her throat; it worked hard as she swallowed.
I moved down, letting my lips and beard graze her skin until I reached her breasts.
When I pushed the two globes of soft flesh together, I wished they were heavy with milk.
I licked over her nipple. Up and down, slowly, before I swallowed.
I sucked hard, and with a smack of my lips, I released the pink bud.
Her body stilled, save for the quiver in her thighs.
I repeated the action several times before I moved to her other breast. The obscene smacking sounds filled the room and joined her ragged breathing.
Part of me wanted to mark her, filling her cunt up wasn't enough. I edged forward until my cock rested between her legs.
“You can’t—” she whimpered, even as her hips shifted and her hands pulled at her restraints.
I rested my head beside hers, licking her neck, before sucking on her skin. To leave my mark. She gasped when I bit her long enough to mar her skin. I immediately soothed the spot over with my tongue.
Then I felt it.
Her wet pussy.
Triumph and pride filled my chest.
I rocked my hips back and forth, teasing her with my rigid length.
“I always knew that I could coax that little office slut out of you, Lucia,” I purred, enjoying the sound of her name on my tongue.
Her breath caught on the edge of a moan when I added more pressure.
“That's my good little whore soak my cock,” I said, breathing against her neck.
Our bodies flush together as I continued my rhythm above her. Enjoying the feel of her softness beneath me.
“Get me ready to breed you.”
“Laurent,” she cried, voice sharp and unravelling.
I reached down and guided my dripping cock to her open in, raising my head to look at her. Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling.
“Tell me to stop,” I rasped, already knowing she wouldn’t.
She shivered, eyes wide and glassy. Her lips parted—but no words came out.
I drove my hips forward until I felt her open for me. My cock jerked, knowing it was finally home. Her wet heat clung to me, sucking me in. I began to kiss her jaw, cheek until I reached her lips.
They parted and I covered her mouth, thrusting my tongue into her while I fucked my length into her pussy. Her cry muffled as she adjusted to take my hard cock. I reared back and thrust again, grunting when my balls slapped her pussy.
I broke the kiss long enough to allow her some air before I crushed her soft wet lips with a gentle kiss.
“You’ll take every last drop of my come, Lucia. Deep. Inside. Your. Womb,” I panted, snapping my hips back and forth with each word.
She surrounded me with her soft velvety muscles, gripping me each time I fucked her. I continued to punish her with brutal thrusts until I felt her soak my balls.
“You’ll feel it in your bones, in your blood. That you were made to carry what I give you,” I groaned, rising.
I gripped her breasts, wedged my knees on the bed and watched her pussy swallow me whole. The leg and thigh restraints were perfect for breeding. They spread her open for me and held her position.
My gaze travelled higher.
The smooth plane of her abdomen flexed as she exhaled, the muscles fluttering slightly beneath skin that looked too soft to be real. At the centre, a single perfect dip—her navel—like the deliberate punctuation of a master’s sculpture.
She was art. Breathing, trembling, defiant art.
And I was the man who would ruin her.
She squeezed my cock as she began to moan loud and sporadic. I drove upward until her eyes flew open and a silent scream left her mouth gaping. I hit that spot again until she bucked and gushed around my cock, clutching me before sucking me in deeper.
Lucia Hart came on my cock. Even as her body shuddered beneath me, I lost my rhythm. I began fucking her erratically as my need to come claimed me. She cried out with every sharp drive of my hips inside her, taking what I gave her while her hands tugged helplessly at the ties that bound them.
My balls tightened, and the air left my lungs as I came, deep and hard inside her. My movement faltered as I shot jet after jet of hot come into her.
“Lucia,” I sighed her name even as my cock jerked inside her.
I lay on top of her, enjoying the heat and sweat because it smelled of us. More importantly, to keep my cock stuffed inside her to hold as much of my seed inside her. All while the camera stood tall in the background, recording everything.
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I untied her wrists and removed the leg restraints, sliding them off as she groaned, stretching her limbs out. She stared up at me sleepily as I pulled out to gaze at the way my come dripped out of her pussy. I used two fingers to shove it back inside.
When she moved to get up, I grabbed her wrist.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me.
I paused for a moment and nodded before leading her to the bathroom. The lights automatically flickered on. She slammed the door in my face, but her pique only made me chuckle.
“Don't bother trying to wash me out. There's more to come.”
She muttered something, but the sound was too faint.
I glanced at my drying cock.
That was only her first load.
Which is why I let her sleep earlier because she wouldn't get much sleep tonight.
It wasn't long until the door opened. She had a towel wrapped around her.
“I’m going back to my room,” she said, tilting her chin up.
I lifted my tie and lazily swung it in circles.
“You can try or be a good girl and get back in bed,” I said, nodding at the camera. “Or do you want your colleagues to know you're fucking the boss?”
Her head snapped towards the camera set up on the tripod.
“I always knew there was something wrong with you,” she grumbled, but moved across the room.
“And I always suspected that you’d come so hard that you’d suck my come straight out of my balls,” I drawled.
“T-That was a… mistake,” she stuttered.
I smiled and lifted the covers for her as she approached. She didn't realise that her words were a challenge to me.
She’d learn.
Like an obedient whore should.