Chapter 15
Silas
The girl had zero shame—and I fucking loved her for it.
This was the game we played. She was the only woman who challenged me. The only one who made me feel alive. Every day with Everly was wildly, dangerously varied. And now she lay over my desk, her pussy soaked, her breathing ragged, enjoying her punishment.
Her training had gone too well.
I traced the red welt blooming across her skin—faint at first, then deepening like a brand, even on her darker complexion. A perfect, stinging testimony to the power behind the blow.
She flinched.
Then she welcomed it.
My jaw flexed. If she wanted her little arse whipped, then that’s exactly what she was going to get.
Bent over my desk like she fucking belonged there. My little toy.
Another strike.
She jerked—but not away. Into it.
A third.
She hissed between her teeth, gripping the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white.
“Think it’s fun to tease me?” I rasped, my voice low and dangerous. “To touch what’s mine without permission?”
She didn’t answer.
Smart girl.
I delivered two more. Harder. Controlled. Precise. Each one landing just below the last—layering heat over sting. I was punishing her, yes, but not just her.
I was punishing the ghost of my ex-wife.
I thought the anger had faded, thought I’d buried it with the divorce and that final fucking letter. But here it was—boiling in my veins, rising behind my teeth.
The lies. The manipulation. The weakness in me that ever believed her.
I beat it all out—onto Everly’s perfect fucking ass.
“You knew what that would do to me,” I bit out. “Lying there. Playing with yourself. Acting like I wouldn’t fucking find out.”
She gasped at the next hit, arching with a shudder. Her thighs trembled.
She was soaked. I could smell it.
“I’m not your goddamn toy, Everly.”
But I was. We both knew it. I’d feed her my cock day or night.
And when she moaned again, soft and low, I lost whatever was left of my restraint.
“Time to feed your greedy little pussy,” I growled, dropping the belt and unzipping my trousers. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before touching yourself without permission. Then again—maybe you won’t.”
She wiggled her ass at me like a fucking invitation, but I couldn't stop my grin or the happiness my girl brought me.
I teased her with the swollen head of my cock, dragging it through the slick mess she’d made of herself—coating every inch in her arousal. Letting her feel exactly what she’d done to me.
“Please,” she whispered, trying to grind back, desperate to rub herself on me.
“That’s it, toy. Beg for it,” I rasped, sliding along her slit.
Up and down. Slow, cruel and deliberate.
Just to hear her whimper.
“Please fuck me, Silas. I’ve been waiting all damn day,” she sobbed when I rubbed faster. “I don’t even have a stupid vibrator.”
I froze mid-thrust. Her words echoed, and something twisted in my chest.
No vibrator?
The irritation vanished—replaced by a sharper, uglier feeling.
I’d been jealous of a fucking toy.
Goddammit.
I pressed my cock to her entrance, the heat of her slick teasing me just enough to make my jaw clench.
“Thank fuck,” I muttered, thrusting forward as she moaned.
“Oh, yes,” she choked out.
I gripped her waist, plunging deeper into her tight, wet hole.
Yes. This—this was what had consumed me through meetings, haunted me at lunch, distracted me in the car. Everly’s tight holes. Her greedy cunt. Her perfect little arsehole.
Nearly three weeks of rearranging my entire schedule just to fuck my little toy multiple times a day.
I didn’t stop thrusting until my trousers slapped her ass and she hissed, clenching around me from the sting. The welt from earlier flared beneath the pressure.
“Yeah, this is what liars get,” I rasped. “A sore arse and a pussy full of come.”
“You didn’t know I was a liar, though,” she panted.
She obviously didn’t know when to quit.
I licked my thumb and looked down at the darker hole just above where I was buried inside her. Gave her a few shallow thrusts—just enough to keep her panting—then pressed my thumb against her tight rim.
“Don’t contradict me,” I growled, pushing it in slowly, deliberately.
She gasped.
Then moaned.
Then pushed back into me, shameless.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she said breathlessly.
“Bad fucktoy,” I snapped, pressing my thumb deeper until it sank all the way in—until I felt both her holes clamp down on me in unison.
Perfect.
I held her steady and began to fuck her like I meant it—unforgiving, relentless. She cried, begged, whimpered—each sound stacking on top of the other until it was nothing but a breathless, needy chorus.
The harder I used her, the more she leaked. Slick poured down my shaft, dripped from her thighs—but I didn’t rush.
I savoured it.
Watched her hands claw at the desk, her head jerking with each thrust until her messy bun came undone—hair spilling down her back in wild, untamed waves.
But it was those magnificent cheeks that absorbed every punishing stroke.
They bounced with each slam of my hips—soft, plush, made for this.
A perfect buffer.
Just like her belly would be.
Swollen.
Claimed.
Bred.
“You gonna come for me, Everly?” I taunted, voice low and filthy. “Gonna come like the desperate little fucktoy you are?”
Her head jerked again—but no words came.
Just trembling and submission.
Yeah, I was ready to nut inside her.
I reached past her hip, needing to feel her—feel us. When I circled three fingers over her clit, her head reared back. Her hair flew as a piercing scream tore from her throat.
I yanked my thumb from her and slammed deep—buried to the hilt—needing every inch, every flutter, every squeeze.
My perfect toy clutched and milked me until my fingers dug into her hips and my legs shook. My come shot out to join hers. It felt like an endless stream, and even then, she didn't stop squeezing me.