11. Pearl #2
She was rough, her kisses and touch bruising. But there was a need to it. I wasn’t the only one who was desperate.
For a moment, it felt like we were teenagers scrambling for whatever alone time we could have.
Her hands left me so she could fiddle with something between us, and I took it as my sign to take my clothes off, but I only got as far as unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down my thighs along with my panties before she forced my back against the seat, pushing my legs against my chest.
My ass and pussy were bare and exposed to her in the darkness. I could just make out her face as she leaned over me. The twinkling light from the New York cityscape showed me just how beautiful she was, and I yearned to reach out and feel her.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I said. “Trust me, I see that you're trying to cheer me up. The view is beautiful, really. But I want you so—”
I gasped when I was suddenly filled, my cunt stretching around what I could only assume was a fake cock.
My hands flailed to hold onto something, but in this position, I was at her mercy. She knew that as she snapped her hips, going deeper than I thought possible. I let out a gargled moan.
“Don't lie, you dirty slut,” she growled. “You just wanted to do what we couldn't do in high school. Tell me, did you ever imagine me fucking you like this in the back of my car?”
“So many times,” I forced out as the air left my lungs.
I couldn't do anything but lie there and take it as she pummeled into me. Each snap of her hips made the car rock violently. The large dildo she selected was enough to cause a sting as it stretched me more, and with each rapid thrust, I felt it hit my cervix.
She’s going to fucking destroy me, and I’m going to let her.
“Ungrateful whore,” she spat. “Rub your clit.”
I obediently forced my hand between us to rub the sensitive nub.
“Fuck, you’re leaking everywhere,” she groaned, her voice strained by the effort she was putting into fucking me.
“Emerson!” I screamed as a surprise orgasm ran through me. She didn’t stop, fucking me even harder as I flailed against her. “Please. I can’t… It’s too much—”
“You’ll fucking take everything I give you, and you’ll thank me afterwards,” she ordered. “Actually, you’ll do it right fucking now. You’re going to come again. Now. And as you do, I want you to thank me for fucking a dirty whore like you.”
The words were so cruel, so hurtful, they slashed at my heart. But I fucking loved them. I only got wetter, making the dildo move more easily inside me as my hand picked up the pace on my clit.
“Harder, please, Emerson. Your slut needs it.”
She used one hand to brace herself on the door and the other to push me down, forcing me to stay put as she rammed into me even harder. Each hit forced my breath from me, and I let out a strangled cry as heat ran through my entire body.
My core began fluttering, milking the cock for all its worth.
The way she made me come… It was mind-blowing. I was sure the other cars could hear my cries, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t hold it in as my body took over and wetness gushed from me. White-hot pleasure was pumped into my veins like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.
And Emerson… Fuck, she was above me the entire time. Watching me. Sweat dripped from her skin onto mine, her face twisted up from the exertion to pound into me so viciously.
The sight alone had another orgasm peeking through.
But she stopped, pulling out, and took my pants off.
“That one was free,” she grumbled as she moved to sit on the seat, and I was forced over the center console. “Now you better fucking work for the next.
I knew what she meant and backed up onto the fake cock without hesitation. She helped me slide down, and I let out a long moan.
This position was much more sensual. Comforting, almost. I held onto the seats in front of us as I fucked her at my own pace, my eyes trained on the sight of the city.
I peeked back to look at her, and she was looking hungrily at where we were joined. At where she filled me again and again. And the look in her eyes gave me courage.
“Can I touch you tonight?” I asked.
“My slut’s getting ahead of herself. Keep looking forward.” Her hand came to my clit, and she pinched it, hard. “We came all the way for the view. It would be a pity if you didn’t have a good look at it.”
As I did what she said, she grabbed both my hands and pulled, slamming me down on the cock harder, her critique of my speed obvious.
But I took it to another level.
I leaned back and wrapped my arms around her neck, feeling her hot breath on my neck. It sent a shiver down my spine.
“Your slut wants you to touch her.”
One of Emerson’s hands came back to my slit while another plucked my nipple. I started a slow, gyrating movement that gave me enough friction, combined with her skilled fingers, to have a dull kind of pleasure starting to grow into something more.
“Look at how well my slut’s taking me,” she praised.
I couldn’t stop looking. Watching as her hands explored me, as the hand from my clit trailed up my stomach to the other breast, teasing my nipple.
This is the real view worth watching.
I let out a sigh as she moved her hand down past my clit and—
I gasped as she put pressure on my entrance.
“I bet I can fit more in there. Your greedy cunt will eat it up, won’t it? Or should I make you bend forward so I can fill your other hole instead?”
“Emerson!” I gasped and arched against her as she used the heel of her palm to apply pressure. Her mouth was on my throat, then my shoulder, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses before she sank her teeth into my skin.
I let out a cry as pain shot through me.
“You’re making a mess of my pants, Pearl.”
It almost sounded like she regretted it, but I knew she didn’t. So I bit my lip and jerked my hips back and forth.
“That’s right, my perfect slut. Fuck yourself.”
Her fingers came back up to my clit and started rubbing hard circles over it while she bit, licked, and sucked the place where my shoulder and neck met, ravaging and bruising the skin there.
She’s marking me.
It was intoxicating. Getting marked by Emerson so the whole world knew I was hers. I would have to hide it at the office, but we would both know it was there.
Our dirty little secret.
Sweat was running down my body now. I was barely hanging on. The overstimulation of her hand and the cock inside me were making my head spin.
I wanted to come again so badly, but the closer I got, the more I feared I couldn’t handle it.
“I don’t think I can come again,” I gasped as I began to shake against her, tendrils of heat unraveling from my core and expanding out to all parts of my body.
“This is nothing, Pearl. Don’t tell me that’s all you can take.”
I slowed down at that, and she pushed me forward to lie over the center console. It was tight in the backseat, but she managed to stand and drive the fake cock back into my waiting cunt.
I almost screamed at how delicious it felt.
One hand pushed me down, steadying me, the other gripping the seat as she began fucking me again. She wasn’t going to let me get away with it.
“Fuck, Emerson, that feels so good,” I cried because I felt it. She was forcing one more from me, pulling it from the depths of my core.
Her hand came to grab my hair and forced my head back.
“I know what’s good for my perfect. Little. Whore,” she said, emphasizing the pet name with separate thrusts.
My body seized. My breath caught. Tears pricked my eyes. I tried to thrash against her as the powerful orgasm came through me, but I was stuck. Just the way she wanted.
“Take it, Pearl. Fucking take it.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came with an explosive cry. This orgasm was different. More intense. Like the previous ones were just appetizers and this one was the main course.
I couldn’t stop shaking. My cries mixed with the erotic sounds of her pummeling into me.
With one last cry, my pussy convulsed over the fake cock.
“Perfect,” Emerson groaned and fell back into the seat, pulling the cock from me.
I lay there on the console, catching my breath. My mind was unable to catch up.
If this is what I get for being fired, what would happen if I actually did something worth praise?
My body roared to life at the thought.
This new life with Emerson was unexpected, but I was loving it.
“What do you need?” Her gruff voice came from behind me.
“A hug.”
She pulled me into her body in the back seat and into a nice, warm hug that had me melting against her.
I let out a heavy sigh.
“You give nice hugs.”
She didn’t answer. She only held me tighter.
We drove all the way home in silence, and when we finally got to her building, we stayed that way. I was sure there were many things we could have said to each other, but I was exhausted. Turned out attending school, working, getting fired, and then getting the life fucked out of me took its toll.
I’m fine with that, though.
There was a dull ache between my legs, and my belly was still pleasantly warm. Each step I took sent a shock through my body. I was oversensitive, and I suspected I would be feeling what we’d done for a while.
“Make sure you go to bed soon. You had a long day, and I won't be waiting around for you tomorrow. If you're late, you’ll have to find your own ride,” Emerson said as we walked into the house.
She shut and locked the door behind us, not bothering to look back at me as she continued toward the stairs.
Wait. Just like that? She’s just… done?
It was pretty late, but I didn’t think she’d just leave like that.
What did you expect? For us to snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie?
I stood there and watched as she climbed the stairs into her room, thinking that maybe she’d change her mind, but she didn’t. When I heard her bedroom door click, I knew she wasn’t coming back.
I let out a small sigh, too tired to do anything but stand there. It took me a few moments to even get my legs moving again.
As I walked further into the penthouse, I realized there was a plate of wrapped food waiting for me on the dining table.
A simple dish of grilled meat, a side of rice, and vegetables, but it looked good.
It was cold, since we hadn’t come back home straight away, but I could still smell its fragrant scent lingering in the dining room.
My stomach started rumbling immediately.
My eyes pricked when I realized that not only did she leave me a full meal but also placed fuzzy slippers next to the chair.
Sitting down, I let out another sigh as I took my work shoes off. My feet were sore from standing and walking all day.
It was like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough now, but she did all that before. Before she knew I’d get fired. Before she knew she’d fuck my brains out.
Has Emerson really changed this much? Or has she always been this way and I only saw what she wanted me to see?
I unwrapped the plate and heated it up in the microwave. Should I go ask her if she wanted some? Had she eaten before she went to pick me up?
It was a silly thought. Emerson wouldn’t wait around. If she had been hungry, she would have eaten.
If she wanted to stay, she would have too.
Once it was heated up, I took it back to the table and began eating. It was good, even reheated.
Emerson is a pretty good cook.
I had been shocked when I found out she cooked—and how well—but she merely huffed and told me hiring a private chef would be a waste of money when she could manage just fine.
I made a mental note to cook her breakfast one of these days. I was pretty good at it too, given how much I had to cook for myself from a young age. Maybe during the weekend—
My phone buzzed.
As I pulled it out of my pocket, there was one anonymous message waiting for me.
I won't stop at getting you fired. I have a plan for you. You’ll find out soon.
I put both my phone and my fork down. My appetite was gone.
Only fear remained.