Chapter 3: Rising Action
She was at her desk, naked, dildo in her pussy, butt plug in her ass and a ball gag in her mouth as she worked on her new book . She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But she also had never felt so free, so alive.
She could hear Oliver moving around the apartment, could feel his eyes on her as she typed. She knew he was watching her, could feel his gaze like a physical touch on her skin. She squirmed in her chair, her body aching with need. She wanted him again, needed him.
"You're a filthy little writer, aren't you, Evelyn?" Oliver's voice cut through the room, dark and sultry.
Evelyn jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, her body tensing with anticipation.
She was both terrified and thrilled by the dark desire that coursed through her veins. With the ball gag in her mouth she couldn’t respond, but her eyes showed every emotion she felt.
Oliver was standing behind her, the outline of his bulge visible against his pants. She could see it growing, hardening as he watched her. He walked towards her, his footsteps echoing in the room. Evelyn tensed, her body aching for his touch.
"You look so fucking hot like that, Evelyn," Oliver said, his voice low and hoarse with desire. He reached out, his fingers trailing along her back, making her shiver.
She could feel his breath on her neck, hot and heavy, sending goosebumps racing across her skin. His hand moved lower, cupping her ass, his fingers squeezing and kneading the fleshy globes.
"You want me to help you with your writing, don't you, Evelyn?" Oliver asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
Evelyn nodded, her breath hitching as his fingers brushed against the plug in her ass. She moaned softly, her body pressing back against him, seeking more of his touch.
Oliver chuckled, a dark, wicked sound that made her heart race.
"You don't need to nod, slut. You can't speak with that gag in your mouth, remember?" He palm spanked her ass harshly, making Evelyn gasp and jerk forward. "Use your words, Evelyn. Tell me what you want."
Evelyn moaned softly, her body trembling with need and desire. She wanted him, needed him. She wanted to feel his thick cock filling her again, claiming her completely. But she was afraid to voice her desires, afraid of the power they held over her.
Oliver didn't wait for her to respond.
He walked around to her front, his cock already hard and ready, pushing against the front of his pants. He removed the ball gag from her mouth.
"Open your mouth, slut," he commanded, his voice harsh with desire. "Let's see if you can write while I fuck your mouth."
Evelyn hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. Then, she parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick at her own spit. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, already glistening with precum.
Evelyn's eyes widened at the sight of it, remembering the feel of it in her ass just hours ago. She licked her lips nervously, her body shaking with anticipation.
"Open wider, slut," Oliver growled, his voice thick with lust as he gripped her chin, forcing her mouth open further. He spit on his cock, the sound wet and obscene as he coated it with his saliva. "You're going to take every fucking inch of my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours," he said, his voice dark and commanding.
"You're going to suck it like a good little cockslut, aren't you, Evelyn?"
Evelyn didn't respond. She simply opened her mouth wider, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. Oliver let out a low groan, his hips jerking forward slightly as she took the head into her mouth.
"That's it, slut. Show me how much you want it," he praised, his voice thick with desire.
He began to guide her head, forcing her to take more of him. She gagged slightly, her body tensing as he hit the back of her throat.
She looked up at him, her eyes watering as she tried to take more of him. Oliver smiled cruelly down at her, his grip on her hair tightening.
"That's it, take it all," he growled. "You're not a fucking princess, Evelyn. You're a filthy little cockslut, and you're going to take every fucking inch of my cock like a good girl."
Evelyn's body trembled as she forced herself to relax, to take more of him. She could feel the saliva dripping down her chin, her mouth filled with the taste of him.
She gagged again as Oliver forced his cock deeper down her throat, his grip on her hair tightening as he held her in place.
"Fuck, yes, that's my good little slut," he groaned, his hips moving in small, shallow thrusts as he fucked her mouth. "Take it, Evelyn. Take every fucking inch of my cock."
Evelyn's body was trembling, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe. She could feel the burn in her throat, the intense sensation of being forced to take him completely. But she wanted it, craved it.
She forced herself to relax, to breathe through her nose and take more of him. Oliver watched her with a cruel smile, his cock slowly sliding deeper into her throat. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as he hit the back of her throat.
"Fuck, yes. Take it all, you little whore," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening as he fucked her mouth.
Evelyn gagged, her body convulsing as she felt the thick head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat. She looked up at him, her eyes streaming with tears as she tried to take more of him.
“ Fuck, you’re a natural, aren’t you?” Oliver praised, his voice thick with arousal. “You know just how to suck cock like a pro.”
Evelyn moaned in response, the sound muffled by Oliver’s cock in her throat. She reached up and grabbed his hips, her fingers digging into his flesh as she began to bob her head up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust.
Oliver groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as he watched her work his cock. “That’s it, you filthy little slut. Hard to believe that a dirty cunt like you was a virgin a few days ago ,” Oliver moaned, his hips moving in a brutal rhythm as he fucked her throat.
Evelyn gagged around his cock, her body shaking with each forceful thrust. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, could feel the burn and stretch of it. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to be used, to be claimed completely by this filthy, dominant man.
Oliver pulled her hair back roughly, tilting her head up and making her take even more of him. He groaned, the sound low and animalistic as he watched his cock disappear into her throat.
“You’re a fucking pro at this, aren’t you?
Taking cock like the little whore you are,” Oliver growled, his hips moving faster now, fucking her throat with a brutal force.
Evelyn moaned around his cock, her fingers digging into his thighs as she felt her body being used, claimed. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, her throat burning from the force of his thrusts, but she didn’t want him to stop.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. So fucking tight around my cock,” Oliver groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as he held her in place. “You like that, don’t you, slut?
You like taking my cock down your filthy little throat?” Oliver growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched Evelyn's cheeks hollow out with every thrust. He could feel her throat tightening around him, her gag reflex fighting against the invading cock.
Evelyn could only moan in response, her body shaking with each brutal thrust. She could feel her pussy clenching, her juices dripping down her thighs as she was used and claimed by this dominant, filthy man.
Oliver pulled out of her mouth with a wet, sucking sound, leaving her gasping for air.
Evelyn's face was a mess of spit and precum, her hair sticking to her cheeks and forehead. She could feel the drips of his fluids running down her chin and onto her chest. Oliver grinned cruelly, his cock still rock hard and dripping with her saliva and his precum. He stepped back, his eyes roaming over her naked, vulnerable body. He reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair as he forced her head back, exposing her neck and chest to him.
"I'm going to cum all over you, slut," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to take my load like a good little whore."
Evelyn's breath hitched, her body tensing as she realized his intention. She had never been used like this before, never had a man cum on her face and body.
But she was not going to disappoint him. She was going to be a good little slut for Daddy, just like he wanted.
Oliver stared down at her, his cock in his hand, his fingers stroking it quickly as his eyes roamed over her naked, vulnerable body. He slapped her breasts, the sound echoing through the loft. Evelyn gasped, her body jerking at the sudden, unexpected impact.
"You like that, don't you, slut?" Oliver growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched her tits jiggle with the force of his slap. "You like feeling my hand on you, don't you?"
Evelyn's breath hitched, her nipples hardening at the rough touch. She nodded, her body trembling with need and desire.
Oliver smiled cruelly, his hand moving from her breast, trailing down her stomach, and stopping just short of her pussy. Evelyn held her breath, her body tensing in anticipation. Without warning, his hand crashed down onto her pussy, the sound of the impact echoing through the loft. Evelyn gasped, her body convulsing at the sudden, intense sensation. She had never been touched like that before, never had a man claim her flesh so roughly. But she craved more, needed more. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, could feel the ache and the need that was building inside her. She wanted him, needed him, wanted to feel his thick cock filling her again. Oliver slapped her pussy again, even harder this time.
Evelyn yelped, her hips bucking up to meet his hand.
"Fuck, look at you, you're a fucking mess," Oliver growled, his voice thick with lust. "Your face is covered in my spit and cum, your tits are all red from my hand, and your pussy is dripping with juice. You look like the fucking whore you are."
Evelyn's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body shaking with need and desire. She knew he was right, knew that she looked like a fucking mess. But she didn't care. All she cared about was pleasing him, about making him happy.
"Please, Daddy," she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Please cum on me. I want to feel your load all over my face, my tits, my pussy.
Please, Daddy, cover me in your cum.
With a final, desperate plea, Oliver's hand moved to his cock, stroking it quickly. He let out a guttural groan, his body tensing as he felt his orgasm building. He looked down at Evelyn, her face a mess of spit and precum, her tits red from his slaps, and her pussy glistening with her own juices. He wanted to mark her, to claim her completely.
"Fuck, yeah, take it, you little whore," he growled, his hand moving faster. Evelyn opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to catch the first spurt of his cum as it hit her face. She groaned, her body convulsing as she felt the hot, salty liquid hit her skin.
She could taste it, could smell it. She opened her mouth wider, her tongue licking at the streams of cum as they dripped down her chin and onto her chest.
Oliver groaned, his body shaking as he watched her lick and suck at his load. He rubbed his cock, milking every last drop of cum onto her face and tits. Evelyn moaned, her body writhing as she felt the heat of his cum all over her. She reached up, her hands cupping her tits, rubbing the cum into her skin.
"Fuck, you look so fucking hot like that," Oliver growled, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction.
Evelyn was a mess, her face and tits covered in his cum, her body glistening with sweat and her own juices. Her hair was a wild tangle of curls, her lips swollen and red from sucking his cock. "You're a fucking filthy little cumslut, aren't you, Evelyn?"
Evelyn moaned in response, her body trembling with desire and need. She had never felt so used, so claimed, so fucking filthy in her life. And she fucking loved it. She loved the way Oliver looked at her, the way his voice dripped with lust and dominance.
She felt a sense of pride, of ownership, knowing that she was the one who had driven him to this state of desire. "I'm your filthy little cumslut."
Oliver let out a low growl, his cock still semi-hard from the intense orgasm he had just experienced. He wanted more, needed more. He wanted to fuck her, to claim her completely.
”Looks like you have two miss calls from your brother, give him a call back and try not to sound like a complete cum slut ” Oliver said as he walked over to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.
Evelyn picked her phone up, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed Ben's number. Her body was still shaking with the aftermath of Oliver's touch, and she knew her voice would betray her.
"Hey, Ben, what's up?" Evelyn tried to sound casual, but her voice was still hoarse from the intense session with Oliver.
"Hey, Evie, just checking in on you. Everything okay? You sound... weird," Ben asked, concern evident in his voice.
Evelyn let out a laugh, trying to cover up her true state.
"Yeah, just working on a new story, you know how it gets," she lied, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the disbelief in Ben's voice, but she pressed on. "What do you need, Ben? I'm kind of busy."
"I just wanted to make sure you're okay. You haven't been answering your texts. And you missed your appointment with Dr. Harris today," Ben said, his voice filled with worry.
Evelyn's stomach dropped. She had completely forgotten about the appointment. "Oh, fuck, I'm sorry, Ben. I completely lost track of time.
I was so caught up in my new book that I had forgotten about the world outside.” The sun had already set, and the loft was bathed in a soft, diffused light from the city outside. She was still naked, her body aching from the intense session earlier in the day.
The feeling of Oliver's cum still coated her skin, the scent of him clinging to her like a second skin. She still had the dildo in her pussy, the butt plug in her ass as she continued talking to her brother , trying to keep her voice steady and unaffected.
"Evie, are you sure you're okay? You sound tense," Ben pressed, his concern only growing with each passing second.
Evelyn took a deep breath, trying to center herself. "Yeah, really, Ben. I'm just... really into this new story I'm working on. It's kinda dark and intense. I get a little... lost in it sometimes," she lied, her heart pounding in her chest.
Oliver returned from the kitchen, a smirk on his face as he watched her try to maintain her composure.
“How has Oliver been treating you?” Ben asked, his voice laced with worry.
Oliver smirked, walking over to Evelyn and running his hand along her spine, making her shiver. She tensed under his touch, feeling his cock pressing against her back. She could sense the cruel smile on his face and knew he was enjoying this.
“He’s been great, actually,” Evelyn managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.
“That’s good to hear,” Ben replied, but Evelyn could tell he wasn’t convinced. “I’ll let you get back to your story. Just make sure to take care of yourself, okay?”
“I will, Ben.
Thanks for checking in,” Evelyn said, trying to sound casual. She hung up the phone, her heart racing with relief. She had managed to keep up the charade, but she knew she was walking a dangerous line.
Oliver chuckled darkly from behind her, his hand still on her back. “You’re a fucking liar, aren’t you, Evelyn?” he said, his voice low and threatening. “ You were just lying to your brother about how great I’ve been treating you. You know what that means, don’t you, Evelyn?”
Evelyn’s heart pounded in her chest as she nodded, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
Oliver grabbed her by the hair, pulling her roughly to her feet. He bent her over her desk , her breasts pressing against the cool wood. "You know what happens when you lie to your brother, don't you, slut?" he growled, his other hand grabbing the dildo in her pussy and pulling it out with a wet, sucking sound.
Evelyn gasped, her body shaking as she felt the sudden emptiness. "What happens, Daddy?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Oliver spanked her ass hard, the sound echoing through the loft. "You get punished, that's what happens," he snarled.
"And right now, I'm going to beat that lying cunt of yours until you can't sit for a week."
Evelyn cried out as Oliver's palm cracked against her ass again, the force of the blow sending a shockwave of pain through her body. She could feel the heat radiating from her ass, could feel the sting of the impact. Oliver was not holding back, not in the slightest. He was punishing her, claiming her, marking her as his own.
He spanked her again and again, his hand moving in a brutal rhythm as he rained down blows onto her ass.
Evelyn cried out with each impact, her body writhing and squirming as the pain built and built. But she didn't try to escape, didn't try to cover her ass. She wanted this, needed this. She had lied to her brother, and she knew she deserved to be punished.
"That's a good girl," Oliver praised, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "Take your punishment like a good little slut."
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it roughly. Evelyn moaned, her body arching as she felt the pleasure building.
She was a mess, her ass on fire from the punishment, her pussy dripping with desire. She felt Oliver's fingers rubbing her clit, his touch rough and demanding.
"You're a filthy little cunt, aren't you, Evelyn?" Oliver growled, his voice low and dark. "You love being punished, don't you? You love feeling my hand on your ass, don't you?"
Evelyn nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes, Daddy. I love it.
I fucking love it," Evelyn panted, her body writhing as Oliver's fingers worked her clit, the sting of his hand still fresh on her ass. "I love feeling your hand on me, Daddy. I love being your filthy little slut."
Oliver let out a low growl, his fingers moving faster, rubbing her clit with rough, demanding strokes. Evelyn's body tensed, her orgasm building quickly. Come for me. Come on my hand," Oliver ordered, his voice dark and commanding. With his other hand he grabbed the butt plug in her ass and pulled it out, causing Evelyn to gasp and clench around the void it left behind. "Let's see how much of a filthy little slut you are. Come on my fingers, Evelyn."
Evelyn moaned, her body convulsing as she felt the orgasm building quicker than she had ever experienced before. She could feel the heat and the pressure building up inside her, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she would explode. She pushed her hips back, trying to meet Oliver's hand, trying to take more of his fingers inside her.
She was so close, so fucking close to the edge. "Please, Daddy, please let me come," she begged, her voice ragged and desperate. Oliver's fingers moved faster, rubbing her clit in rough, demanding circles. "Not yet, you filthy little slut," he growled. "You need to earn your orgasm. You need to prove to me just how much you want it." Evelyn whimpered, her body shaking with need as Oliver's hand moved away from her clit. She could feel the orgasm slipping away, could feel the pleasure fading.
She felt a moment of panic, a fear that he wouldn't let her come. That he would leave her hanging, desperate and needy.
"Please, Daddy, I'll do anything," she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Please, let me come."
Oliver chuckled, a dark, wicked sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Anything, huh?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "What would you do for me, Evelyn? What lengths would you go to in order to feel my cock inside you?"
Evelyn's body trembled with anticipation and need.
She wanted his cock inside her, more than anything in the world. She was willing to do anything, be anything, to feel him claim her completely.
"I'll do anything you want, Daddy," she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper. "Please, just let me feel you inside me."
Oliver chuckled darkly, his hand once again finding her clit and rubbing it roughly. "That's a good little slut," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "But before I give you what you want, you're going to have to earn it.
You're going to have to prove to me just how desperate you are for it," Oliver said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Evelyn's spine.
He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to stand up straight. She could feel the sting of his hand on her ass, the heat radiating from her punished flesh.
"What do you want me to do, Daddy?" Evelyn asked, her voice a desperate whisper.
Oliver grinned cruelly, his eyes roaming over her naked, vulnerable body, he grabbed her by the throat and walked her over to the balcony doors , he pressed her against the cold glass and looked out at the city skyline, he looked down at her and slapped her tits hard making her gasp.
"You want to feel me inside you, slut? You want to feel my thick cock filling your filthy little cunt?" Oliver growled, his voice thick with lust.
Evelyn nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me."
Oliver ran his free hand down her stomach, his fingers finding her slick, swollen clit. “You think you have earned the right to have my cock in your pussy?” Oliver growled, his fingers rubbing her clit roughly.
“Oh god, yes. Please, Daddy. I need to feel you inside me,” Evelyn begged, her body shaking with desperate need.
Oliver chuckled darkly, his free hand gripping her throat tightly. “Not yet, my little slut. You want to feel my cock in that tight little cunt of yours? Then you’re going to have to work for it.”
Evelyn’s breath hitched, her eyes filled with anticipation and desire. “What do you want me to do?”
Oliver grinned, his eyes roaming over her naked body.
"Turn around, slut. I want to see that ass of yours. The one I've been marking all day."
Evelyn turned around, her heart pounding in her chest as she presented her ass to him. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin, could feel the weight of his stare. She knew what he wanted, knew what he was going to do.
“I’m going to walk you out onto the balcony and ass fuck you for all the world to see. And when your neighbors see you, they’re going to know just how much of a filthy little whore you are.”
Evelyn shuddered at the thought, her pussy clenching at the sheer depravity of it all. She had never been more turned on in her life. “Yes, Daddy. I want that. I want everyone to see what a filthy little slut I am.”
Oliver let out a low growl, his hand tightening on her throat as he pushed her forward, guiding her to the balcony doors.
“Open the doors you stupid blind cunt ,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire.
Evelyn fumbled for the handle, her heart pounding in her chest as she pushed the door open, the cool night air rushing into the room. Oliver guided her out onto the balcony, his eyes scanning the darkness, looking for any signs of their neighbors.
“I want you to feel the cold air the city, Evelyn,” Oliver said, his voice low and dangerous. “I want you to think about how many people live out there, how many people are watching you right now, knowing that you’re a filthy little whore.”
Evelyn’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation and fear.