Chapter 2: Building Tension
The aroma of bacon and the subtle scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Oliver carried the breakfast tray into Evelyn's office. He could see the way she writhed on the dildo, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her fingers danced across the keyboard, typing furiously. The sight of her, naked and eager, sent a jolt of desire through him, making his cock throb with need.
He set the tray down on her desk, the clink of dishes reaching her ears. "Here you go, Evelyn.
Breakfast is served," Oliver announced, setting the tray down on the edge of her desk. The clink of dishes and the sizzle of bacon filled the air, a stark contrast to the soft thump of the dildo as it slid in and out of her pussy.
Evelyn let out a soft moan, her body tensing as she tried to focus on the task at hand. "Thank you," she managed to whisper, her voice breathless and filled with need. She could smell the bacon, the eggs, the rich aroma of coffee – a tantalizing combination that only heightened her senses.
With a shaking hand, she reached for the coffee mug, the warmth seeping into her cold fingers. She took a sip, the hot liquid scalding her throat, grounding her in the present moment.
Oliver watched her, his eyes never leaving her body as she writhed on the dildo, her fingers typing away at the keyboard. He could see the moisture glistening on her skin, a sheen of sweat that made her look even more desirable. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to feel her under him. But he held back, knowing that she needed this, needed to find her own rhythm, her own pleasure.
“Eat, your going to need your strength today ,” Oliver instructed, his voice low and gruff.
Evelyn took another sip of her coffee, trying to steady her breathing and focus on the task at hand. She reached for a piece of bacon, the crispy strip crunching between her teeth. The salty, smoky flavor coated her tongue, grounding her in the present. She took another bite, her senses heightened by the constant stimulation of the dildo inside her.
Oliver watched her, his eyes never leaving her body. He could see the way her chest heaved with each breath, the way her nipples were hard and pointing up towards the ceiling.
“How does it feel being naked in front of a man while you eat your breakfast riding a dildo like a slut?” Oliver asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Evelyn’s spine. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her body, her nipples hardening into tight peaks under his scrutiny. She swallowed the last bite of bacon, her throat suddenly dry.
“I-I can't... I can't focus,” she stammered, her breath coming in short gasps. She was on the edge, her body humming with pleasure and need.
Oliver's voice darkened. "You will focus, Evelyn.
You will focus on the feeling of that dildo sliding in and out of your cunt while you eat your fucking breakfast. You will focus on the way your body responds to it, the way your pussy clenches around it. You will focus on the taste of your food, the smell of your coffee, the feel of your hands on the keyboard. And you will write, Evelyn. You will write like you've never written before."
Evelyn whimpered, her body tense as she rode the dildo, the words on her screen blurring before her eyes.
She felt a hand on her head and something pressed against her mouth .
"Suck," Oliver commanded, his voice low and gruff. Evelyn hesitated for a moment, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. But her body reacted instinctively, parting her lips to take the length of him into her mouth.
She tasted him, salty and musky, and she moaned softly around him, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine.
Oliver groaned, his hand fisting in her hair as he guided her head up and down on his length. "That's it, Evelyn. Suck it like you want it. You’re gonna be a perfect blind whore, aren’t you?
Sucking my cock while you write the next bestseller. Fucking yourself on that dildo while you craft your words. Now, suck harder, you little slut. I want to feel that wet heat all the way down my throat. Focus on that mouthful of cock while you pound yourself on that fucking toy.”
Oliver’s words were harsh and raw, and yet they sent a shock of excitement through Evelyn. She felt her body respond to his filthy commands, her pussy clenching around the dildo as she sucked harder on his cock.
Oliver groaned, his grip on her hair tightening, his hips thrusting forward slightly, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. "Fuck, that's it. Just like that," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You take it like a good girl, don't you?"
Evelyn moaned around his cock, her body shaking with a mix of pleasure and humiliation. She couldn't believe she was doing this, couldn't believe she was sucking a man's cock while fucking herself on a dildo, all while trying to write.
“You been treated with kid gloves your whole life, that stops now! I’m in charge of you now, I’m I’m going to treat you like the dirty slut you are from now on!” Oliver's voice was low and brutal, laced with a commanding authority that Evelyn had never heard before.
Evelyn's body shook with a mixture of fear and excitement as she took Oliver's cock deeper into her throat. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she forced herself to relax and take it deeper. She wanted to please him, to show him that she could handle anything he dished out.
Oliver growled in approval, his hand still tightly gripping her hair. "That's a good girl. Take it all.
Show me what that filthy little mouth of yours can do," Oliver growled, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into Evelyn's throat.
Evelyn gagged again, her eyes streaming with tears, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she forced herself to relax, to breathe through her nose, and take more of him. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she swallowed around it, trying to take him even deeper.
"Fuck, yes, that's it," Oliver hissed, his grip on her hair tightening. "You're a natural born cocksucker, aren't you?
A filthy little whore who loves to have a dick shoved down her throat," Oliver rasped, his hips thrusting forward, his cock fucking her face with brutal force.
Evelyn couldn't respond, her mouth full of cock, her throat convulsing around him. She could feel her eyes watering, her nose running as she struggled to take him deeper. She reached up, her hands gripping his thighs for support, her nails digging into his flesh as she fought to keep her head upright.
Oliver groaned, his grip on her hair tightening, his cock throbbing in her throat. "Fuck, I love feeling your throat constrict around my dick. Keep riding that dildo whore, I want you to cum as I face fuck you ," Oliver groaned, his grip on Evelyn’s hair tightening even more as he began to thrust his hips in earnest, fucking her mouth with harsh, deep strokes.
Evelyn gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to breathe through her nose. But despite the discomfort, her pussy was on fire, her juices dripping down her thighs as she rode the dildo, her body shaking with need. The combination of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, pushing her closer to the edge with every brutal thrust of Oliver’s cock.
Her body shook and trembled, her bare breasts bouncing with the force of his movements. Her nipples were hard, stinging points of arousal that sent shivers down her spine with each touch of air.
Oliver's grip on her hair was unyielding, his hips pistoning in a relentless rhythm as he used her mouth for his pleasure. His cock was slick with her saliva, the veins standing out as he brutally fucked her face. The taste of him filled her mouth, the scent of his arousal overwhelming her senses.
Evelyn's pussy was drenched, her inner thighs slick with her own desire. She could feel the ridges of the dildo rubbing against her G-spot with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her muscles were tensing as she approached the edge, her body aching for release.
Oliver could feel her tightening around him, her body shaking as she fought to take him deeper. He groaned, his hips moving faster, fucking her mouth with reckless abandon. "You're close, aren't you, Evelyn?
I can feel your body trembling, your cunt clenching around that fucking toy." Oliver's voice was a low growl, laced with a dark promise. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you? You're going to cum while I face fuck this dirty little mouth of yours."
Evelyn moaned around his cock, her body shivering with anticipation and need. She could feel the orgasm building within her, like a storm just waiting to break free. She wanted it, craved it, but at the same time, she was terrified of the intensity of it.
The combination of the brutal fucking of her mouth and the relentless thrusting of the dildo inside her pussy was pushing her to the brink of oblivion. Her body convulsed, her muscles tensing and releasing in a rhythm that was not her own. She felt a pressure building within her, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume her entirely.
Evelyn's orgasm hit her like a freight train, the force of it sending shockwaves through her entire body. She screamed around Oliver's cock, the sound muffled and desperate. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching and unclenching around the dildo, her hips bucking against it wildly. She could feel the heat of her release spreading through her, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
Oliver's cock throbbed in her throat, his grip on her hair tightening as he groaned in pleasure. "That's it, you filthy slut. Cum for me. Cum all over that toy while I face fuck your pretty little mouth."
Evelyn could only moan in response, her body convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. She felt like she was shattering, her body breaking apart and rebuilding itself in the wake of her orgasm. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel the pleasure coursing through her veins.
Her body shook and trembled, her muscles clenching and unclenching in time with the waves of ecstasy that washed over her.
Oliver held her still, his grip on her hair unyielding as he continued to thrust his cock into her mouth. "Swallow it all, you fucking slut," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Take every last drop of my cum down that filthy throat of yours."
Evelyn's body convulsed again, another wave of pleasure crashing over her as she swallowed around Oliver's cock, taking his cum down her throat.
He groaned, his grip on her hair loosening as he pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva and his cum. He stepped back, his chest heaving with exertion as he looked down at her, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Good girl," he praised, his voice harsh and raw. "You took every last drop like the filthy little whore you are." He reached down, his hand gripping her chin, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped her eye. "But I'm not done with you yet, Evelyn.
Not by a long shot," Oliver said, his voice dark and promising. He walked around her, his eyes raking over her naked body, taking in every inch of her. He could see the way her body was still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, the way her nipples were hard and pointed, the way her pussy was still glistening with her juices.
He grabbed her hair and cleaned his cock with it , smearing his cum all over her face. She moaned softly, her tongue darting out to lick up the remnants. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, still on edge.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You like being used, don't you?"
She whimpered in response, her body shaking with need.
"Answer me," he commanded, his voice harsh.
"Yes...yes, I do," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled, a cruel, wicked smile that promised more pleasure and pain. "Good.
Because I'm going to use you again and again, Evelyn. I'm going to use every fucking hole you have, make you beg for more. You're going to be mine, completely, utterly mine," Oliver said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Evelyn’s spine.
He moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pulled her back, her body sliding against his as he positioned himself behind her.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Evelyn. I'm going to fuck you hard and raw. You're going to feel me in every inch of your body.
Your cunt, your ass, your mouth—all mine," he rasped, his voice thick with lust as he pulled her back against him, the head of his cock nudging between her cheeks.
Evelyn gasped, her body tensing at the rough intrusion. She could feel him, hard and ready, the thickness of him pressing against her most intimate place. "Oliver... I've never... I mean, I don't know if—"
Oliver's hand came down hard on her ass, the sting of it cutting off her protest. "Oh don’t worry I’m won’t be gentle as I take every virginity you have , Evelyn. Now, hold still and let me make you mine.”
Evelyn gasped, her body tensing as she felt the cold lube hit her anus. Oliver’s fingers coated in the slippery liquid, began to slowly penetrate her. She clenched, her body resisting the unfamiliar invasion.
“Relax, Evelyn. You can take it. You’re going to take every inch of me,” Oliver coached, his voice low and commanding.
Evelyn took a deep breath, trying to relax as Oliver’s fingers worked their way deeper inside her.
She could feel the burn, the stretch as he prepared her for his cock. She whimpered, her body tense with both fear and arousal. Just breathe and let me in," Oliver instructed, his voice low and soothing, even as his fingers continued to stretch her.
She could feel him, the heat of him, as he pushed further inside her. The pain was intense, but there was something darkly exhilarating about it as well. She could feel the pleasure co-mingling with the pain, her body shaking with a mix of both.
She was panting, her breath coming in short gasps as Oliver's fingers worked their way deeper inside her.
"Good girl," Oliver praised, his voice low and gruff. "You're doing so well, taking my fingers like a good little slut."
Evelyn whimpered, her body tensing as Oliver added a third finger, stretching her even further. She could feel the burn, the intense pressure, but there was something in her that wanted more.
"You want my cock in here, don't you, Evelyn?" Oliver asked, his voice dark and seductive.
"Answer me, Evelyn. Tell me you want my cock in your tight little ass."
Evelyn bit her lip, her body shaking with a mix of fear and desire. "Yes... yes, I want it," she whispered, her voice barely above a whimper.
Oliver's fingers withdrew, and she felt the coolness of the lube being applied to his cock. She could hear the wet sound of him coating himself, and she couldn't help but imagine how he would feel, how he would fill her up completely.
"Good girl," Oliver purred, his voice low and approving.
"Because you're going to get it, Evelyn. You're going to get every single inch of my cock in your tight little ass. You're going to feel me stretch you, fill you up completely. You're going to feel like you've been claimed, completely and utterly mine."
Evelyn felt a shiver of anticipation and fear run down her spine. She had never done anything like this before, but there was something about Oliver that made her want to push her own boundaries, to give him complete control over her body.
Oliver positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Evelyn could feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against her asshole. She tensed, her body instinctively resisting the intrusion.
"Relax, Evelyn," Oliver growled, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "Breathe through your nose and push out against me. I know you can."
Evelyn took a deep breath, her body shaking as she tried to relax and open up to him. She could feel the head of his cock slipping inside her, the burn intense and overwhelming. She gasped, her body tensing again as he pushed further inside her.
The pain was sharp, but she forced herself to breathe through it, to relax her muscles and allow him entry.
“That’s it, Evelyn,” Oliver murmured, his voice low and encouraging. “You’re doing so well, taking my cock like a fucking champ.”
He pushed in a little further, the burn intensifying. Evelyn could feel every inch of him as he stretched her, filled her. She moaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure echoing through her body.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Oliver groaned, his voice thick with lust.
“Push out, Evelyn. Push out and take more of my cock.”
Evelyn gritted her teeth, her body shaking as she forced herself to relax and push against him. She could feel him sliding deeper, the burn spreading, consuming her.
“That’s it, baby,” Oliver praised, his voice hoarse with desire. “You’re taking me so fucking well. I knew you could do it, Evelyn. I knew you could take every inch of my cock in that tight little ass of yours.”
Evelyn whimpered, her body trembling as Oliver continued to push deeper.
She could feel every inch of him, the thick head of his cock stretching her wide open. She gasped, her breath coming in short, shallow pants as she tried to accommodate his size.
“Fuck, Evelyn, you feel incredible,” Oliver groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Your ass is so fucking tight, it’s like a vice grip around my cock.”
Evelyn moaned, her body shaking as he began to move, slowly pulling out before pushing back in, a little deeper each time. She could feel the burn, the intense pressure, but there was something exhilarating about it, something that made her crave more.
As Oliver continued to push deeper, she found the courage to ask, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and arousal, "Why my ass, Oliver? Why do you want to fuck me here first?"
“Cause I knew from the moment I saw you, Evelyn, that you were a filthy little anal slut. I knew your tight little asshole was just begging for my cock to stretch it wide open. It’s gonna be so tight, so fucking tight around my cock as I claim every inch of you. And I know you want it too, don’t you?”
Evelyn moaned, her body trembling as she felt him push deeper, the pain and pleasure mixing together in a delicious cocktail that made her ache for more. She could feel the heat of his body against her back, his breath hot on her skin as he spoke.
"That's right, you little anal slut. You're taking every inch of my cock in that tight little asshole of yours. You're gonna feel me deep inside you, claiming you, owning you."
Oliver began to move, slowly at first, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into her ass. Evelyn's body tensed, the burn intensifying as he filled her completely. She bit her lip, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she tried to adjust to the intrusion.
"Fuck, yes," Oliver groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so fucking good, Evelyn.
Your ass is so tight, it's like a fucking glove around my cock," Oliver groaned, his hips moving faster now, setting a steady, brutal rhythm.
Evelyn whimpered, her body trembling as he fucked her ass, the burn giving way to a strange, dark pleasure. The feeling of being filled, of being stretched and claimed, was overwhelming. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the thick length of his cock sliding in and out of her, the head of it hitting something deep inside her that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
“I won’t fuck your pussy till you beg me too, for the mean time your going to be a good little cocksucker and butt slut for me , got it?”
Oliver growled, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the room. She could feel the vibrations of it, could feel the power behind it as he continued to fuck her ass, his hips pistoning in a relentless rhythm that left her breathless and trembling.
“Yes...yes, I understand,” she gasped, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. She could feel the burn of it, the intense pressure as he filled her completely, but there was something exhilarating about it, something that made her crave more.
“That’s my good girl,” Oliver praised, his voice dark and sultry.
“Now, let’s see if you can take a little more.” And with that, he brought his hand down hard on her ass, the stinging smack echoing in the room. Evelyn gasped, her body jolting at the sudden pain. She hadn’t expected it, and it took her breath away for a moment. But as the shock wore off, she could feel the heat spreading, the sting turning into a strange, perverse pleasure. She moaned, her body pressing back against him, wanting more.
Oliver smiled, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he watched her react. “You like that, don’t you, Evelyn? You like the way it stings, the way it makes your ass burn?” He brought his hand down again, this time on the other cheek, the smack just as hard, just as painful.
Evelyn cried out, her body jolting, her ass cheeks clenching around his cock. The pain was intense, a sharp, stinging heat that made her gasp. But as the initial shock wore off, she could feel the pleasure building, mixing with the pain in a way that left her breathless and trembling.
Oliver chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You're a natural, Evelyn. A perfect little pain slut. I knew you would be." His hand came down again, this time on the same cheek, the smack even harder than before. Evelyn screamed, her body convulsing as the pain radiated through her. But even as she screamed, she could feel her pussy clenching, her body aching for more. She wanted the pain, craved it in a way that both shocked and thrilled her.
She was panting, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she pushed back against him, wanting more.
Oliver smiled, a cruel, wicked smile that promised more pleasure and pain. "That's it, you filthy little slut. You take every fucking hit, every fucking inch of my cock. You're mine now, Evelyn. All fucking mine."
He grabbed her hair, twisting it around his fist as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck to him. He bent down, his teeth sinking into her flesh, marking her as his own.
Evelyn cried out, the pain sharp, but it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, her body shaking with need.
"Fuck me, Oliver," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Please, keep fucking my ass"
Oliver's grip on her hair tightened, his teeth still embedded in her flesh. "Beg for it," he growled. "Beg like the filthy little whore you are, my butt slut." Oliver taunted, his voice a low growl as he bit down harder on her flesh, his hips pistoning faster, fucking her ass with a brutal force.
Evelyn whimpered, her body shaking with need and pain. She could feel the pleasure building within her, like a storm just waiting to break free. She wanted it, craved it, but she also wanted more. More pain, more pleasure, more of everything Oliver had to give.
"Please... please fuck me harder, Oliver. I want... I want you to hurt me. Make me your dirty little pain slut," Evelyn begged, her voice a breathless whisper.
"Please, Oliver. I want it. I want you to hurt me."
Oliver growled, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming deep into her ass. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, along with her high-pitched scream. The pain was overwhelming, exquisite, and Evelyn loved every second of it. Beg for it," Oliver rasped, his voice thick with lust. "Beg for my cock in your tight little ass.
Beg me to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are," Oliver growled, his hands tightening in her hair, pulling her head back further.
Evelyn whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation and need. Please fuck my ass. I want your cock in my ass. Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am," she begged, her voice breathless and desperate.
Oliver groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming deep into her ass.
“That’s right, you little slut. Take every fucking inch of my cock in that tight little ass of yours,” Oliver growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “You’re mine now, Evelyn. Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”
Evelyn could feel the pressure building inside her, the pleasure and pain mixing together in a way that left her breathless and trembling. She had never felt anything like this before, had never been so completely claimed by another person.
Oliver's cock filled her, stretched her, and she could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge as he slammed into her again and again.
“Fuck, Evelyn, your ass is so fucking tight,” Oliver groaned, his voice thick with lust and exertion. “I could fucking live in this tight little hole of yours.”
Evelyn could only moan in response, her body shaking with each brutal thrust. The pain was intense, but it was mixed with a pleasure that was almost overwhelming. She could feel her body responding to him, her pussy dripping with desire as he claimed her ass with each powerful stroke.
She knew that she should be embarrassed, that she should be ashamed of the filthy things he was making her do, but all she could feel was a raw, primal need that overrode every other thought in her mind.
Oliver's hand left her hair and moved to her hips, grasping them tightly as he increased his pace, fucking her faster and harder. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, along with her desperate moans and his deep, guttural groans.
"You're mine, Evelyn," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.
You're my slut, my fuck toy, my filthy little whore, and you're going to take every fucking thing I give you, aren't you?" Oliver snarled, his hips pistoning like a jackhammer as he relentlessly fucked her ass.
Evelyn could only moan in response, her body a mess of sensation. The pain was exquisite, a sharp edge that cut through the pleasure and made it all the more intense. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the way he stretched her, filled her completely.
"Yes," she gasped out, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together.
"Yes, Oliver, I'll take everything you give me. I'm yours. All yours."
Oliver let out a deep, primal growl, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. He could feel her tightening around him, her body shaking with the intensity of their fucking. He knew she was close, could feel the tension building in her body as she neared the edge.
"You're going to cum for me, aren't you, Evelyn?" he demanded, his voice harsh and commanding. "You're going to cum all over my cock while I fuck your tight little ass."
Evelyn moaned, her body shaking with need.
"Yes...yes, I'm going to cum for you, Oliver. Fuck, please make me cum."
Oliver's grip on her hips tightened, his nails digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her, his cock slamming into her ass with brutal force. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, along with the wet, sucking sound of his cock sliding in and out of her.
"That's it, Evelyn," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take that cock like the filthy little slut you are.
That's it, move those hips, fuck yourself on my dick," Oliver commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl.
Evelyn couldn't help but obey, her body moving instinctively, her hips bucking back against him, taking every inch of his cock deeper into her ass. She could feel the muscles in her legs and core tense as she worked to meet his thrusts, to take him as deep as he could go.
"Fuck, you're a natural at this, aren't you?" Oliver praised, his voice thick with lust. "You take my cock like a fucking pro, Evelyn. Cum for me now my dirty butt slut!” Oliver commanded, his voice a harsh growl.
Evelyn could feel the pressure building inside her, her body trembling with the intensity of their fucking. She knew it was coming, the orgasm that had been building since the moment Oliver had shoved his cock into her ass. She could feel the heat of it spreading through her, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
“Fuck...yes...yes, I’m going to cum,” Evelyn moaned, her body convulsing with the force of it. She could feel her ass clamping down on Oliver’s cock, her body shaking and trembling as the orgasm ripped through her.
The pain and pleasure mixed together, creating a cocktail that left her screaming his name.
"Fuck, yes, Evelyn," Oliver growled, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "Take my cock, take it all, you filthy little ass slut."
Evelyn could feel every inch of him as he slammed into her, the sensation so overwhelming she thought she might pass out. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and buzzing with sensation. The pleasure was so intense it was almost too much, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
She wanted every brutal, mind-shattering moment of it. "Fuck, you feel so good, Evelyn," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Your ass is so fucking tight, it's like a vice grip around my cock. You're going to milk every fucking drop of cum out of me, aren't you?"
Evelyn could only moan in response, her body convulsing with each brutal thrust.
“Tell me you want my cum in your tight virgin ass, you fucking bitch!” Oliver barked, his voice laced with raw desire and dominance.
Evelyn moaned, her body still trembling from the force of her first orgasm. “Yes… yes, I want it, Oliver. I want your cum in my ass. Fill me up. Make me yours completely.”
Oliver's eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he fought to maintain control. “Beg for it, you filthy little slut. Beg for my cum in your tight little ass.”
Evelyn's body shook as she gasped for air, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and pain.
She could feel Oliver's cock throbbing inside her ass, the sensation so intense it was almost overwhelming. "Please, Oliver," she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate. "I want your cum in my ass. Please, fill me up. Make me yours completely."
Oliver groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he felt his own orgasm approaching. "You want it, don't you, you little slut?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want my cum deep inside your tight, virgin ass."
Evelyn nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
"Yes, I want it, Oliver. I want your cum in my ass."
Oliver's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her with renewed vigor. "That's my filthy little whore," he rasped, his voice thick with lust and approval. "You're going to take every last drop of my cum in your tight little ass, aren't you?"
Evelyn's body convulsed as he slammed into her, the pleasure-pain mix sending shockwaves through her. "Yes, yes, I am. Please, Oliver, give it to me.
Give me your cum. I want it, I need it," Evelyn begged, her voice a desperate whimper as she pushed back against him, taking his cock deeper into her ass. She could feel the heat of his body against her back, the blunt head of his cock hitting something deep inside her that sent electricity coursing through her veins.
Oliver groaned, his body tensing as he felt his own orgasm building. "Fuck, you're so tight, Evelyn. Your ass feels like a fucking vice around my cock. I can't hold back much longer," he growled, his voice thick with lust and just a hint of warning.
"Your ass is too fucking tight, too fucking perfect. I'm gonna fill you up with my cum, Evelyn. You ready for that, slut?"
Evelyn nodded, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yes... yes, I'm ready. I want it, Oliver.
Oliver let out a low, primal growl as he slammed into her one last time , burying himself balls deep in her ass. Evelyn could feel his cock pulsing, the heat of his cum filling her as he groaned out his release.
“Fuck, Evelyn, your ass is fucking heaven,” he grunted, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He leaned over her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
Evelyn moaned softly, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. She could feel the heat of Oliver's cum inside her, the sensation both filthy and thrilling. She loved the way it made her feel, like she was marked, claimed.
She felt Oliver's cock pulsing inside her, his hot cum filling her ass, coating her insides. She could feel every drop, every throb of his cock as it emptied itself into her. She had never felt so filthy, so used, and yet, she had never felt so alive.
Oliver slowly pulled out of her, his cock slipping free with a wet, sucking sound. Evelyn whimpered at the loss, feeling the emptiness immediately. But Oliver wasn't done with her yet. He turned her around, forcing her to her knees.
“Clean my cock with that slut mouth of yours” he ordered, his voice low and gruff.
Evelyn whimpered, still trying to catch her breath as she reached for his cock, still coated with a mix of her ass juice and his cum.
She took the head in her mouth, her tongue licking and swirling around it, tasting the mixture of their fluids. She gagged slightly, the taste and smell overwhelming, but she forced herself to continue, to take more of him.
Oliver watched her, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he fisted her hair, forcing her to take more of him. "That's it, you dirty little slut. Clean every last drop of my cum from my cock. Now let me make things clear… from now on your my butt slut and cocksucker, I’ll fuck your pussy and take that virginity after I think you have begged enough for it. You will be naked 24/7, your mouth and ass will always be ready for me.”
Oliver's voice was firm, leaving no room for debate. Evelyn nodded, her body still trembling from their previous encounter. She knew she was in over her head, but she couldn't deny the dark pleasure that coursed through her veins at his words. She wanted more, craved more of his brutal, commanding touch.
Oliver pushed Evelyn down onto her hands and knees, her ass still sore from their earlier fucking.
“I’m never gonna treat you like a princess, does that make you a happy butt slut” Oliver asked, his voice laced with cruel amusement.
Evelyn could feel the dampness between her legs, her pussy clenching with need. "Yes, Oliver," she gasped, her voice hoarse and desperate. "I like it when you treat me like a slut. It makes me feel... alive."
Oliver smiled, a wicked, predatory grin that promised more pleasure and pain. "Good girl," he praised, his voice low and approving. "Because that's exactly what you are. A filthy, little butt slut who loves to be used and abused. And I'm going to use every fucking hole you have, Evelyn… Ben told me your father was never around when you were growing up, would you like me to be your daddy now?” Oliver asked, his voice a low growl as he pushed a large, thick plug into her ass. Evelyn gasped at the intrusion, her body tensing at the strange sensation.
“Yes, Oliver… Please,” she whimpered, her mind swimming with a mix of fear and arousal. The plug was larger than Oliver's cock, filling her up completely and stretching her even further.
“Good girl,” Oliver praised, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So, what will you call me from now on?” Oliver asked, his hand resting on Evelyn’s head as she knelt before him, the plug still firmly in place.
Evelyn pause for a moment, considering the question. She knew what she wanted to say, but it felt strange, taboo. Yet, the thought of it sent a shiver of excitement through her. “Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
Oliver smiled, a dark, satisfied smile that sent shivers down her spine. “That’s a good girl,” he praised, his voice low and gruff. “From now on, you will call me Daddy.
And you will address me as such at all times, understood?” Oliver asked, his voice firm and commanding.
Evelyn nodded, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Good girl. Now, according to your schedule you need to write at least 5 pages today for you to see it as a success day so get back to work and let me know if you need anything else, Evelyn.” Oliver said, his voice was stern and commanding. Evelyn flinched at his sharp tone but quickly obliged, sitting back down at her desk and putting her hands over her keyboard. She could still feel the heat of Oliver's cum in her ass, the reminder of his dominance over her.
She squirmed slightly in her chair, the plug shifting inside her and sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She knew she should be focused on her writing, should be typing out the words that would make her publisher happy, but her mind was elsewhere. It was on Oliver, on the way he had used her, the way he had claimed her.
She had never felt so alive, so desired. She had always been the good girl, the independent woman who didn't need anyone even with her disability. But Oliver had seen through that façade, had seen the dark desires that lurked beneath the surface. And he had given her what she wanted, what she needed. He had used her, fucked her, claimed her.
She decide to use it, this experience and poured it into her writing, letting the raw, dark emotions flow onto the page. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, the words coming fast and furious as she wrote about a woman dominated, claimed, and used by her lover. The words were explicit, filled with filthy language and raw desire. They were words she had never allowed herself to write before, words that shocked even her.
But she couldn’t stop. The words poured out of her, a dark tide that swept her away. She wrote about the feel of his cock in her ass, the burn and stretch that had both pained and pleasured her.
She wrote about the way he had used her, the way he had claimed her body as his own. She wrote about the dark, twisted pleasure that had coursed through her veins as he had fucked her, used her, made her his.
The words flowed from her, a dark, twisted river that she couldn't stop. She could feel the heat between her legs, could feel the throbbing need that pulsed through her as she wrote. She was aching for him, craving his touch, his command, his dominance.
She glanced at the clock, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized that it was almost time for dinner.
She knew that Oliver had planned something for her, something to continue their dark exploration of her deepest desires. She couldn’t wait.