9 Serenity
He’s mad. The lust in his eyes morphs into disbelief before it sinks to rage.
I twitch on his hand, his palm still cupping me as he holds me in place. The grip on my hair is tight, and if I move around too much it’s uncomfortable.
That stung more than I thought it would initially, but Emeric is doing nothing to ease the ache. I got emotionally charged talking to him, bickering with him, and after his weird reaction downstairs this seemed like a great idea.
Of course, that was without factoring in his reaction. The virginity thing is a huge conflict for me, and I needed someone to take care of it so no one can continue holding it over my head. Emeric is handsome and a downright wet dream, so I figured if I used his hand over his dick I’d feel less emotionally connected in the fallout of this.
I just wanted to get rid of it.
I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry as we sit in suspended silence, the tension thick between us. “Please.”
He frowns, leaning in closer to me. There’s only a breath between us, and if he didn’t have such a hold on my hair I’d be able to kiss him. “Please, what, little one?”
His voice sends a tremor through me, reminding myself of the precarious situation I’ve found myself in. I’m doing this out of spite, I know I am, and anger and angst drove my decision. Fucking Emeric in the office wasn’t part of my plan. He’s not supposed to be on my radar at all.
But he’s handsome, and skilled, and I know from watching him onstage and listening to him talk he knows what he’s doing.
I thought…
I swallow, unable to look away from that penetrating gaze. “Please, move your hand.”
He raises an eyebrow, and I feel his fingers twitching inside me. It’s a strange sensation, different than I expected, and the more he stimulates me the less I notice any pain. A little whimper slips through my lips, and he only tilts his face, his lips teasingly close to mine. “You know, if you asked instead of took, I would’ve popped your cherry with my cock instead of my hand.”
There isn’t time to respond. His hand starts moving inside of me, and it’s a strange mix of pleasure and pain I’ve never felt before. I always use toys that don’t over stimulate because keeping my virginity intact was constantly drilled into my head.
And I just let a male stripper take it with his hand.
His fingers curl inside me, making me gasp and claw at his skin. The hand in my hair eases up a little so I can slam my lips against his, our kisses drawing out the sound of my strangled gasps.
He pulls back when his fingers start to slam into me, making me whine in protest. “Look at you, depriving yourself of real pleasure for a sham. Lay back on the desk and let me make it feel better, little one.”
I don’t know where that nickname came from. I don’t even care. His arm slides from my hair, hooking around me to lift me up. My hands grip his shoulders as he sets me down on the edge of his desk, my skirt hiked high enough on my thighs that there’s nowhere to hide.
He clicks his tongue, leaning back to peer at me. I try to keep a grip on his shoulders, but he grabs my wrists between his hands, locking them together in one of his. He leans away to study me, and I feel bare as his fingers finally slide free of me.
Emeric lifts his hand, observing the mess on his fingers. There’s a tint of pink against the wetness there, but we both know I haven’t cum. “You really were a virgin.”
My cheeks color, wondering if he really doubted that after feeling everything for himself, or if he’s just amazed it was true. “Yeah.”
“And you were willing to get rid of it on someone’s hand,” he goes on, releasing my wrists. His clean hand works at the waistband of his sweats, and my eyes bulge when I realize how serious this is.
I jumped into the deep end without a life vest, and Emeric’s content to help, but only so far. His eyes watch mine, and I can’t believe how much wetter I feel simply watching.
Who am I? Not long ago coming because he ground me against a pole embarrassed me hard enough I needed to hide. Now I’ve gone and lost my mind, and I’m about to let him fuck me too.
“Who fucked you up that you wanted things to go like this?” he mutters, and it’s that moment that he pulls his cock free of the sweats. All those times I saw the outline beneath them when he danced pales to the real deal, and as he strokes the hard shaft my eyes widen.
Something glints at the tip, and I realize there’s some sort of silver barbell around the head. I make a choking noise as I stare and he laughs. My eyes snap up, barely willing to look away from his cock, and he drags his tongue over his teeth.
Well, shit. I forgot his tongue is pierced too. He chose some unique ways to decorate himself, and although I’m not complaining, that piercing through his dick kind of makes me want to run. I chose a very experienced man for a reason but now I’m way out of my depth.
Emeric drops over me, and I finally sink off of my elbows into the desk. We haven’t undressed, and aside from the blood still tainting his fingertips we’re barely naked. “This changes nothing.”
My eyes widen, fighting back the nerves of having him over me. Instead I wrap my hands around his broad shoulders, digging in the sharp tips of my nails until he hisses. “I expected nothing less.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “I’ll make you feel good, little one. And I’ll make sure your first real orgasm is one to remember. But when you’re finished milking my cock, we’ll go back to hating each other.”
His wet hand slips back between us, pushing the soaked underwear roughly aside. I feel his fingers skin over my sensitive clit again, making me buck, before he shifts lower and slides the tip of his finger inside me again.
I squirm, my eyes holding his once more. “Don’t be a tease. You’re my first. Make it count.”
He chuckles, and that gentle finger turns punishing as he pushes deeper. “Trust me, Doe Eyes. You’ll never forget this.”
I moan when he adds a second finger, my body stretching for him in ways I’ve never experienced. He’s working me up so the pain is quickly gone, and I’m lifting my hips to meet his touch in record time.
His hand slips away all too soon, and I whine again before feeling something wider pushing at my entrance. I gape up at him when he smirks, winking down at me.
“Don’t worry, you’ll open for me in just a second.”
“Wait….”
My protest dies on my lips as the head slips in, stretching me so much wider. I hadn’t considered the girth difference between two fingers compared to his head, and my neck snaps backward at the feel.
That piercing is really goddamn obvious, the barbell rubbing along my pussy and making everything super sensitive. Or maybe that’s just how it is since I’ve never done this before.
We’re not using a condom, and all the concerns I’ve carried for years barely register in the back of my head as he pulls back a little, making me cry out.
“Emeric!”
His fingers hook into my cheek, and I taste a mix of salt and copper. I cough, realizing it’s the hand he used to take my virginity a few minutes ago. The look he gives me is both erotic and menacing, his eyes fixed on the hold he has on my cheek. “Taste what you’ve done, little one.”
I respond to the command, closing my lips around his fingers, and he chooses that moment to shove deep into me. I cry out, letting go of his hand again at the feel of him tearing me apart, the hungry look in his eyes trapping me in place.
It feels good and wrong and right. I cry out again when his hips meet mine, his fingers digging into my cheek. “Such a good girl. Take it for me.”
He begins to move, my body still fighting to accommodate him, and I moan as my nails scrape down his back and he starts rocking into me. I gasp, trying to hold myself up as his hand remains in my mouth, and the other braces against the desk as he moves.
“That’s my girl. You could’ve asked nicely, but you have to be the difficult one, don’t you? We’ll fuck the brat out of you tonight.”
I moan, his words turning to nonsense in my brain. Tomorrow I can fight him, but right now I want him to ravish me.
My nails drag down his back and claw at the shirt as he pistons into me, and I’ve seen the shapes people make at the club. There’s a million ways he could twist me to fuck me, but he seems content to pound me down into the desk with his blood soaked fingers hooked into my face.
I whimper, holding his gaze as his speed picks up. That sexy lift returns to his lips as he watches me. “I’ll be a little bit nicer tonight, since you’re still new. But that doesn’t mean you won’t get to cum.”
He pulls his hand from my cheek, and I take a breath I didn’t know I needed. The desk shakes as he continues to slide his cock into me, and my head drops back to moan as the free hand moves down, playing over my clit.
“Be a good little one and cum on me, beautiful.”
I scream, my back arching at the overwhelming sensation of obeying him. I’m clawing at his arms trying to keep my hold on him, and I feel his hips jerk harder into me. That barbell hits every nerve, and I’m hyper aware of it each time his hips slam into me over and over.
“There you are,” he grunts, and I’m still riding my high when he pulls out of me. I shudder at the loss before I feel something coating my leg a few seconds later.
Blinking at the ceiling, I slowly sink back down into reality. The cool sensation on my leg is like a shock to my system, and I spring up as everything we just did settles in my brain.
Emeric rears back, barely missing my head as I sit up. “Damn, careful!”
But I just shake my head, shoving my legs together as I stare at him. His hair is still styled like he just rolled out of bed, and in hindsight I wish I’d messed that up more. “We can’t tell anyone.”