Chapter 10
Rick
Actually seeing her lying there across my desk, waiting obediently for whatever I decided to do to her, stunned me for a moment. It wasn’t that I didn’t know what needed to be done, or that somehow I was afraid. It was that I had that sudden urge, that deep-seated determination to make sure that I gave her what she needed. Even as I doubted Geneva even knew what that was.
Which means you better be very fucking careful.
I made her stay that way for a minute, then another, just watching her, in silence, wondering how she’d react. The tension in the room rose with every second. It was killing me, waiting, holding myself back from falling upon her like a ravening wolf. I wanted her, more than perhaps I’d wanted anyone in a very long time. Still, the reality was that she was much too young for me. She was probably all wrong for me—and I for her.
But that wasn’t at all going to stop me from fucking her brains out.
It was much too late to stop that. But it wasn’t too late to do the right thing for this bewitching, too beautiful for words woman. Someday she’d find a young man, a good man, someone who still knew the difference between right and wrong. Someone who could give her a life that was something more than endless conflicted shades of gray. There was nothing ambiguous or nuanced about protecting a girl, providing for her, loving her the way she needed. That was a universal truth, and that didn’t change regardless of whether I was two months—or two decades—older than her.
Still, I knew full well that what I was about to do was a very bad idea indeed.
But that had never stopped me before.
Undoing the fly of my slacks, I pulled out my cock, stroking it as I looked upon her. I yanked up the scandalously tight skirt, leaving it bunched at the small of her back. It revealed the lacy thong, disappearing into the deep cleft of her bottom. “Take down your panties, girl. Do it slow. Make it good.”
Oh, how I loved watching her, the tremble of her fingers, the lace sliding down that impossibly pale skin. Her bare thighs quivered above the tops of her smoke-colored stockings. I couldn’t help but imagining what those alluring stockings would look like splashed with thick, viscous drops of my cum, marking them forever, printing my ownership upon those unmentionables just as I was about to on her naked body.
Taking my cock in hand once more, I looked her over. She was breathing hard, but amazingly she wasn’t moving, something I suspected was extremely difficult for her. I drew close enough to stroke the head of my cock over the alabaster globes of her bottom, leaving a glistening trail of my essence across her skin.
“You feel that, don’t you? What seeing you like this does to me? If you could only see how gorgeous you look right now.” I smacked the heavy weight of my shaft against her ass several times, delighting in the surprised yelp from Geneva’s lips. “Reach back and spread those cheeks apart for me. Show me what I’m about to take.”
I purposely didn’t let her know which of her holes I intended to fuck, but in my mind, it wasn’t really a question at all. I waited patiently as her hands reached back reluctantly, those delicate fingers taking hold of her buttocks, finally pulling them apart.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, her voice trembling, the tone thick with embarrassment. “Please, I don’t know if I can…”
“I know you can take this, Geneva. You may be small back here—and I’m definitely big—but I’ll make sure it fits. I won’t lie to you though, this is probably going to hurt, at least the first few times.” I glided the head of my cock up and down through the slot of her presented sex, her flesh seething. I reveled in how sticky and wet her cunt already was for me. “But don’t worry, I won’t take your ass. Yet.”
As she pulled her bottom cheeks apart still further, she revealed all to me—and what an incredibly beautiful sight it was. Her cunt was swollen, her arousal a fragrant note on the air, the thick juices welling from between plump, close-seamed labia, the hint of the deep pink of her inner lips just peeking out of her slit. A thick tuft of brown-black pubic hair protruded below, rich with her scent, and I playfully tugged on it, making her gasp. I loved the feel of the coarse, curly locks as I rolled and twisted them between my fingertips.
I smacked her ass gently. “More than that.”
She complied, the tight, dark hole of her anus cringing even tighter as I ran the pad of my thumb over it, loving how soft and delicate the flesh was. “Someday though, I’ll force this hole too, and no matter how much you think you can’t take it, I’ll prove to you that that doesn’t matter. You’d be surprised how much cock little holes like yours can eventually learn to swallow up. I’ll teach yours, too.”
“I don’t know… if I can do this. I’ve only been with one… guy before.”
I chuckled at that, tapping her hood with the head of my cock. She had quite a prominent clit, and I was very glad to see it. I’d show her what it was capable of, too. “You can do this, Geneva. I promise you. But if you think it’s too much, if it hurts too badly, I want you to snap your fingers twice. If you do, I’ll stop, and we can talk things over. Do you think you can do that?”
“Yes… yes, I think so.”
I caressed the lovely curve of her bottom with my palm, luxuriating in the feel of her skin. It was so soft, so smooth. “Good. But I’m going to warn you. I’m not going to hold back on you, girl. I’m going to fuck this pussy very hard. It’s going to hurt, but it might feel good, too. Maybe in the end it will feel good because it hurts. Either way I’m not stopping until you’ve taken every inch of my cock, no matter how long it takes, no matter how much I have to stretch your tight little cunt out to do it. You’re taking all of me today. Do you understand me?”
“Oh, fuck…”
I slapped her ass, the generous flesh of her buttocks wobbling pleasingly, pink marks in the shape of my fingers imprinted upon her skin. “I expect an answer, Geneva. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
I refused to wait a second longer, lining myself up with her pussy. I nudged the soft, very wet lips, the thick juices clinging to the sensitive tip of my head. For a moment, I just stood like that, one hand holding my shaft, the other stroking the small of her back, drinking in the sight of the gorgeous, petite woman prostrate before my hulking form, my cock almost menacing her, ready at any moment to drive inside her, staking my claim on her body, if not yet her mind. “It’s okay, girl. Just relax for me.”
She squirmed then as I drove steadily forward, my spread palm upon her back pinning her in place upon the desk, while I splayed the slot of her sex open with my fingers, easing the way as much as I could for the veined thickness of my shaft. It was slow at first, Geneva tensing and panting as I sank deeper and deeper within the heated, wet clutch of her cunt. I eased back, touching the now very swollen bud of her clit, giving it a tiny pinch as I pushed forward once more.
That time, she whined softly, her thighs trembling visibly, her hamstrings standing out, her buttocks tightening, then loosening, then squeezing hard again almost as if they had minds of their own.
“Please… it… it hurts.” she hissed, her hands rigid where they pressed to the desktop. I smiled at the sight, loving that it was proving so difficult for her to take me.
“It’s okay, Geneva. This is part of it. Breathe… that’s it, breathe. It’s supposed to be hard for you. It’s what you need, even if you don’t understand why.” I squeezed her ass harshly, bending over her. “And I like that too. How your whole body is trembling right now, your pussy looking so good around my cock.”
She mewled, but other than another gasp, didn’t protest further.
Slowly, relentlessly, I worked more and more of my cock inside her. When her body tensed, and she tried to rise up to her feet, I pinned her back down to the desk. “Stay where you are, bad girl. We aren’t done here until I’ve stretched you out fully. We have a ways to go yet.”
In truth, I was barely halfway inside her, and I could already feel the firm nose of her cervix against the meatus of my cock on each deeper plunge. I reveled in the dark satisfaction of having her pant and whimper as I drove inside her, each time pushing further and further, until I was bottoming out within her seething pussy every time. She went rigid, groaning when I bumped fully against her cervix. “Hurts! Ah, God… so tight!”
“It feels so good too though, doesn’t it? Oh, I felt that clench, bad girl.” I ruffled her sweaty hair, stroking under it, gripping her nape. “I know. I know what you’re really struggling with. That you like this. That you like me being strict with you, not letting you off easy at all. You don’t understand it, but your body can’t hide it. It tells the truth, the same truth squeezing and dripping around my cock right now. I know, sweet Geneva. Oh, yes, I know.” Rather than relent, knowing how arduous it was for her, instead I increased the pace, taking up a brisk plunge and retreat that had her head coming up, a mewling moan escaping her lips each time I rammed home.
I’d never felt a cunt so tight, and yet, I’d never had one so incredibly wet either, my swinging balls awash in her juices, the obscene, wet sounds we made together filling the room as I took her harder and harder, ignoring her increasingly desperate vocalizations ripped involuntarily from her lips as I rode her relentlessly.
“Please… please!” She panted out the words, almost squeaking.
“You remember what… I said?” I asked, beginning to breathe harder too, my orgasm starting to build. It had been too long, and I needed the release far more than I’d anticipated.
“Yes… I… please, it’s so fucking… big! Too much!”
But she didn’t snap her fingers, and I beamed at it, proud of her for her fortitude.
“No, it’s not. You can take it. I know you can. You’re such a good girl.” I smoothed back the sodden hair from where it had shrouded her face. I planted a kiss between her shoulder blades, the fabric of her blouse smooth and cool against my lips. “Very brave.”
There was something about her, her petite form, her vulnerability, how it made me feel as I loomed huge and implacable over her, like a monster, my beast to her unspeakable beauty, that only amplified my own arousal still higher.
Then as I drove still faster, her voice cried out, shock, desperation, pain, and utter abandon in the squeaked words. “Oh, fuck… I’m… I’m gonna come! Oh, God, oh, God… oh, my fucking God!”
Her pussy squeezed fiendishly tight around me then, over and over it clamped upon my plunging length. I smacked her bottom, growling at her. “Come on that cock. Yes, fuck, just like that. Come now! You can’t resist it. Give in to it, bad girl. Come for me… that’s it. That’s it!”
Over and over when her cries began to dwindle, her body relaxing ever so slightly, I increased my thrusts, holding her down, murmuring in her ear, “I want more. Give me more. Let go. You can’t control it. I control it. I control this cunt, this body. I want more, bad girl. Give it to me!”
I lost track of how many times she spasmed and cried out, staked upon the girth of my cock. The room was awash in her scent, her fluids soaking the both of us, dripping down to the floor between our feet.
Unable to resist any longer, the tremendous pressure, pleasure, and mind-blowing sensation of my orgasm rushing up from the very center of my core, I reared back, my eyes shut tight, grunting and groaning as I exploded within her, my cum pouring forth, filling her almost instantly. My breath was labored as I snapped my hips against her once, twice, a third time, loving the way she cried out at each cruel thrust.
Finally, I was spent, and I slumped forward, my body entirely laid over hers. She breathed shallow and quick, as if terrified I might crush the life from her. As the last dying pulses of my semen jetted deep inside her, the clutch of her sex spasming again around me, I cooed at her ear, barely able to keep my breath, so devastatingly powerful had been my own orgasm.
She was beyond words as I kissed and nibbled at her ear, whispering, “You were… so good. But this… is only… the beginning.” I coursed a hand up and down her bare hip, my touch possessive, arrogant, demanding. “We’ve only started stretching out this cunt of yours.”
“Oh, fuck… I…”
“Shh, be still.” I kissed her cheek, nuzzling the hair plastered to her there. “Soon, you won’t know a day where you’re not walking around with a sore pussy, the memory of me taking you haunting you day and night. And yet, all you’ll want is more of it. More pleasure, more pain—oh, yes, more of that, too. More giving me what you know only I’m strong enough to take from you.”
“Yes… no… fuck, what’s happening to me?”
I smiled in triumph as I kissed her hair, inhaling the dizzying scent of her lust and her exquisite vulnerability.
“What’s happening is simple, Geneva. I’m showing you what you need.” I gently bit the softness of her earlobe. “I’m showing you what you are.”