2. Saverio
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SAVERIO
“ W hat?” Lucia’s heart pounds against her ribs like a caged animal.
I repeat myself. “Are you on birth control?” The words hang heavy in the air, threatening to suffocate her with their implications.
She grabs my hands to stop them from roaming, but I don’t care. I like to have her pressed against me like this. The way her body molds against mine makes my blood rush and my desire surge. “Yes, of course,” her voice falters.
“What kind?” If it’s the pill, I’ll flush them down the toilet. If it’s an IUD, I’ll pull it out with my teeth.
Lucia pauses for a moment, carefully considering her answer. “Nexplanon,” she mumbles. “The one in your arm.” She raises her left arm to display the bicep where the contraceptive implant is located. A thin, white scar stands out about two inches from her elbow, marking its place in her flesh.
I reach up to run my fingers across it, and just below the layer of skin, I can feel a hard matchstick push back. “I want it gone by the end of the week,” I instruct.
She pulls her arm away from me, cradling the bicep so I can no longer see it. “No. I’m not ready for a child.”
“You are,” I tell her. “And it’s going to be my child. I’m not kidding, Dandelion. Get rid of it, or I’ll get rid of it for you.”
Lucia tries to escape my grasp, but it only makes me hold her tighter. “You can’t make me get it removed, Saverio.”
That’s where she’s wrong.
With a firm grip on her arm, I guide Lucia towards her desk until we are standing behind it. The surface is immaculately organized, with each pen and paperclip in its designated spot. I feel a twinge of guilt for disrupting all of her hard work, but she needs to understand who holds the power in this room.
I grip Lucia’s waist and press her against the edge of the desk, her palms flat against its surface. With a swift, deliberate motion, I bring my hand down hard on her rounded, inviting backside. “You’re right. I can’t make an appointment for you at the clinic. I can’t make you talk to your OBGYN about family planning. I can’t force you to get anesthesia and let a professional remove your birth control.”
I grab the soft fabric of her dress and toss it over her back, revealing smooth skin and the curve of her spine. My fingers hook into the delicate lace of her panties and slowly slide them down her thighs, my heart palpitating at the sight of her glistening core, already dripping with desire. The warm scent of her arousal fills the air.
I slowly rise to my feet, the anticipation building in my chest. With trembling fingers, I unbutton my pants and release myself. My arousal is evident as I stroke my stiffened length with a firm grip. As I run the tip of my cock along Lucia’s slick folds, her body responds with a shiver, her muscles twitching under my touch. I can feel the heat radiating from her core as I position myself at her entrance.
“But I can show up at your door with a knife and cut that little stick from your arm myself. I don’t mind a little blood on my hands, Dandelion.” Then, without any further warning, I thrust into her with a single powerful stroke that steals her breath away. She tightens around me like a vise, gripping and squeezing as I still inside of her.
I lean forward to capture one of her breasts in my hand and squeeze it roughly between my fingers while trailing my other hand down to clit. My thumb brushes against her button, and she pushes back into me, her hips colliding with mine. “That’s a good girl,” I growl in her ear, my voice thick with desire as the heat between us rises. “Let Daddy make your pussy feel real good.”
“Fuck you,” Lucia snarls, her body arched in primal pleasure as she claws at the desk with fervent desperation.
Her scent fills the classroom—a mix of fear, desire, and submission. It intoxicates me, fueling my lust for her. Our harsh breaths echo off the walls as I move inside her from behind, masking the sound of her desk creaking beneath our weight.
“Harder,” she whispers hoarsely. “Fuck me harder.”
Her plea drives me, making my movements rougher and more forceful as I claim what’s rightfully mine. Her moans reverberate through the classroom as we rock our hips together rhythmically. “Yes,” I growl. “That’s it, baby girl. Take it all.” I slap her ass cheek and leave a handprint on her pale skin. She responds by pushing her body against mine, her movements becoming more frenzied as her breaths come in quick, ragged gasps. “You like being filled up by Daddy, don’t you?” I ask, my voice a low rumble in her ear.
Lucia’s chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, and instead, she lets out a sharp, guttural moan. “I fucking hate you.”
My free hand rubbing circles against her clit causes her to cry out a moment later. Her knuckles turn stark white as her walls pulsate around my cock. “You’re dripping,” I growl, “your body can’t hide how much you crave me.”
I increase my pace, thrusting my full length into her slick warmth with frenzied urgency. Every time I withdraw, the tip of my cock teases her entrance, eliciting a shudder from her tight walls as she clings to me in ecstasy.
“You like this, don’t you?” I use my other hand to grip her hip tightly, pinning her to the desk. Her body responds immediately, quivering beneath me as she matches my rough and dominant rhythm. “You crave being taken like this,” I moan, relishing in her submission. “Feeling completely claimed and powerless.”
My hips slide faster and harder against hers now with frenzied need. My balls ache with anticipation, ready to release their pent-up pleasure as I lose myself in her. “Admit it,” I demand through clenched teeth. “Admit that you love how I make you feel.”
Her body responds before she does, arching upwards to meet mine. “I… I can’t,” she manages to whimper between moans, overwhelmed by the powerful wave of another orgasm.
“Say it, Dandelion.”
“Fuck,” she whispers between clenched teeth, “you make me feel good.”
Close enough.
I let out a deep, primal roar as I feel my body shudder and pulse inside her, pouring my seed deep into her warmth in long, thick spurts. I buck my hips against hers a few more times, determined to milk every last drop of cum from my dick. My hand that’s been wrapped around her hip slides up to her lower back, holding her in place as my cock twitches within her.
Lucia swears under her breath, an unintelligible mix of syllables that she always spews when we’re done fucking.
“Get used to this feeling.” I pull out of her slowly, my member wet and slick from our combined juices. “From now on, the only kind of fullness you’re going to know is my cock inside you and your pussy full of my cum.”
As Lucia rises from the desk, her eyes are glazed over, and her face is flushed with arousal and shame. She looks so beautiful—a well-fucked, submissive vixen. “That was the last time, Saverio.”
She says that every time, but it’s never the last time. The forbidden thrill of our twisted relationship makes her crave me more, even when she’s trying to resist me.
I shove my sensitive prick back into my pants and zip them up before leaning forward to capture her lips in a kiss. I taste the anger and desire on her breath as our tongues dance together. Lucia whimpers into the kiss when I bite her lower lip. “You’re mine, remember?” I remind her. “There will never be a last time.”