Chapter 13: Truth
She knew what he wanted, what he expected, and she was ready to give it to him.
"I belong to you, Daddy," Sarah whispered, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I'm leaving Ben behind, forever." The words hung heavy in the air, a declaration that felt both liberating and agonizing. Marcus's eyes flashed, a dark satisfaction gleaming in their depths. He reached out, his large hand cupping her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip.
His touch was gentle, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the raw power that radiated from him. Sarah leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed, her body already humming with anticipation.
"Open your eyes, Sarah," Marcus commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. She obeyed, her eyes meeting his, her heart pounding in her chest. "You're mine now," he said, his voice firm, his eyes burning with a primal hunger. "Say it."
"I'm yours, Daddy," Sarah whispered, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, possessive kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming her as his.
Sarah's body melted into his, her hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders, her fingers digging into the hard muscle beneath his skin. His body was a furnace, his heat searing into her, branding her as his. He tasted of desire and dominance, a heady mixture that made her head spin and her body ache for more.
His hands grasped her hips, lifting her effortlessly onto the desk that stood against the wall, scattering papers and books in a chaotic dance. The cool wood pressed against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he stepped between her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers.
The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths, the soft rustle of fabric as he tore her clothes from her body, the distant hum of the campus at night.
Sarah could feel the cool air on her skin, the prickle of gooseflesh as her body was bared to him, the weight of his gaze as he took her in.
His hands were rough, calloused from years of hard work, yet they moved with a gentle reverence as they explored her body. They traced the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, as if committing every inch of her to memory. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her, making her arch into him, begging for more.
He picked her up flipping her upside down in the air . His cock now in her face, her pussy in his , Sarah gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sudden change of perspective. The blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy, but the sight of Marcus's thick, throbbing cock hanging heavy before her, mere inches from her lips, sent a jolt of desire coursing through her, grounding her in the moment.
"Suck it, Sarah," Marcus commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, her heart pounding in her chest. His gaze was intense, dominant, demanding her absolute obedience.
Sarah's heart raced, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never been in this position, both literally and figuratively, and the vulnerability of it sent a thrill coursing through her veins.
She leaned in, her lips parting, her tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum that had formed at the tip of his cock. It was salty, musky, a taste that was uniquely Marcus, and it sent a jolt of desire straight to her core.
She could feel the heat of him, the throbbing pulse of his cock as it twitched in response to her touch. Encouraged, she opened her mouth wider, taking him in, her tongue swirling around the head, exploring the ridges and grooves, committing every inch of him to memory.
Marcus's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place, his eyes locked onto the sight of her lips stretched around his cock. He began to move, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. He leaned down and began eating her out . His tongue was like a hot, wet flame, licking and sucking her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Marcus could feel her body tensing, her moans vibrating around his cock, and he knew she was close. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her body quivering, her thighs tightening around his head, and he knew she was about to come.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, his chin glistening with her arousal. "Not yet, Sarah," he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. He flipped her back over, her body landing with a soft thud on the desk, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Marcus stepped back, his eyes raking over her body, taking in every inch of her flushed, heaving form. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his cock, pumping it slowly, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Turn around, your ready for it now" Marcus ordered, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Sarah's spine. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, her body still humming with the denied orgasm. But the sight of Marcus, his powerful body tensed, his cock throbbing in his hand, was too much to resist.
She turned around, her hands gripping the edge of the desk, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel the cool wood pressing into her stomach, the chill of it sending a jolt through her, grounding her in the moment.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she waited, her body humming with anticipation.
Marcus stepped closer, his body heat replacing the chill of the desk, his hands brushing over the butt plug still nestled in her ass. She gasped, her body tensing at the unexpected touch, her mind racing back to the night before when he had first put it in, stretching her, preparing her for him.
"Relax, Sarah," Marcus murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "Remember, I know what you can take."
Sarah took a deep breath, her body relaxing slightly at his words. She trusted him, trusted that he knew her limits, trusted that he would push her, but never break her.
"Your asshole is ready to be claimed" Marcus said, his voice low and dominant. He began pulling the plug out
slowly, Sarah could feel her muscles stretching, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation. She gasped, her fingers digging into the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white.
Marcus paused, letting her adjust to the feeling, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. "Breathe, Sarah," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. She took a deep breath, her body relaxing slightly as she exhaled. Marcus smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl," he praised, his voice sending a warm glow through her.
He tossed the plug aside, the sound of it clattering against the hardwood floor echoing in the room. Sarah could feel the loss of it, the emptiness, and it made her ache for more. She wiggled her hips, her body seeking fulfillment, seeking him.
Marcus chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Impatient, aren't you?" he murmured, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back against him.
She could feel the hot, velvet steel of his cock pressing against her virgin ass, and she gasped, her body tensing in anticipation.
"I want you to be extra loud tonight" Marcus said, his voice low and dominant, his breath hot on her ear. "I want everyone to hear my girl getting fucked in the ass."
Sarah's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest at his words. She had never been loud during sex, always conscious of her surroundings, always holding back. But with Marcus, she felt free, liberated, and she knew she could let go, she could scream and moan and beg, and he would love every minute of it.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
She could feel the heat of him, the throbbing pulse of his cock as it pressed against her most intimate place. She took a deep breath, her body tensing in anticipation.
Marcus leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Remember, Sarah, you belong to me now. Your body is mine to do with as I please. You can take it, can't you?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes fluttering closed, her body melting into his. "Yes, Daddy.
I belong to you," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible yet filled with conviction. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, her body a silent plea for more.
Marcus chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He ran his hands up her back, his fingers tracing the delicate bones, before wrapping them around her shoulders, holding her in place. She could feel the power in his grip, the strength that lay just beneath the surface, and it made her feel small, vulnerable, yet utterly safe.
He was in control, and she trusted him implicitly.
Marcus leaned back, his eyes locking onto hers, his expression serious. "Look at me, Sarah," he commanded, his voice low and steady. "I want to see your eyes when I take you."
Sarah's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she met his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, filled with a primal hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the heat of him, the throbbing pulse of his cock as it pressed against her, and she knew there was no going back.
She wanted this, wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She took a deep breath, her body tensing in anticipation, her eyes locked onto his.
Marcus's hands tightened on her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "Relax, Sarah," he murmured. "Let me in."
Sarah took a deep breath, her body trembling as she tried to relax, to open herself up to him.
She could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her, insistent, demanding entry. It was a strange sensation, unlike anything she had ever experienced, and she couldn't help but tense up again.
Marcus must have felt her resistance because he paused, his breath hot on her ear. "Shh, it's okay, Sarah," he soothed, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "We'll take this slow. Just breathe and push back against me, okay?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on her breath. In and out, she told herself, in and out.
She matched her breath to Marcus's rhythm, pushing back against him as he slowly inched his way inside her. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that made her gasp and moan in equal measure. Her fingers dug into the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she gripped it for dear life, anchoring herself in the storm of sensation that was Marcus.
He was being gentle, she knew, taking his time, letting her adjust to the feeling of him invading her most intimate place.
But even with his careful control, the stretch was intense, bordering on painful, and she couldn't help but gasp and moan as he slid deeper and deeper inside her.
"Oh God, Marcus," she whimpered, her body tensing as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "It's too much."
Marcus paused, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. "You can take it, Sarah," he murmured, his voice filled with confidence. "You're doing so well.
Just breathe, baby, and push back against me." Marcus's voice was low and soothing, his hands never stopping their gentle caress on her back. Sarah took a deep breath, her body relaxing slightly as she focused on his words.
She could feel every inch of him, throbbing and hot, as he slowly inched further inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, a strange mix of pleasure and pain that made her gasp and moan. Her body trembled, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to adjust to the intense feelings coursing through her.
Marcus leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Just a little more, Sarah," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "You're doing so well, baby. I'm so proud of you."
Those words, whispered in his deep, rumbling voice, sent a wave of warmth through Sarah. She trusted him, believed in him, and wanted to please him more than anything. With a deep breath, she pushed back against him, feeling him slide deeper until he was fully seated inside her.
A gasp escaped her lips, her body clenching around him as she adjusted to the intense feeling of fullness.
Marcus's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place, allowing her time to acclimate to the invasion.
"Look at you, Sarah," he rasped, his voice hoarse with desire. "Taking my cock like a good girl. You're so fucking beautiful."
Sarah's heart swelled at his words, her body relaxing further as she basked in his praise. She could feel the heat of him, the throbbing pulse of his cock as it lay buried deep inside her, and she knew she never wanted this feeling to end.
But Marcus had other plans. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that made her gasp and moan. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through her, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her body responded, her hips arching to meet his, her fingers clawing at the desk as she struggled to anchor herself in the storm of sensation that was Marcus.
"Oh God, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "It's too much. I can't...
I can't take it," Sarah panted, her body trembling as Marcus picked up the pace, his hips slamming into her with increasing force. The desk creaked and groaned beneath them, threatening to collapse under the onslaught of their passion. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of flesh and desire that was punctuated by Sarah's ragged moans and Marcus's low, guttural grunts.
Sarah's fingers ached from gripping the edge of the desk, her knuckles white from the effort.
Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with the intensity of Marcus's possession. She could feel the sweat beading on her skin, the strands of hair clinging to her forehead, the muscles in her legs quivering with exertion. Yet, despite the physical toll, she never wanted this to end. She never wanted to leave this moment, this feeling, this man.
Marcus's hands on her hips were like brands, searing into her flesh, marking her as his. His fingers dug into her soft curves, pulling her back against him with each powerful thrust.
Sarah's breath came in sharp gasps, her moans filling the room, echoing off the bare walls and mixing with the sound of their bodies coming together. She could feel the heat of him, the raw power that radiated from him, and it made her feel alive, desired, utterly consumed.
Suddenly, Marcus's hand snaked around her, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, fast circles. Sarah's eyes flew open, her mouth dropping into a silent 'O' as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.
The sensation was so intense, so unexpected, that her body convulsed, her hips bucking against Marcus's hand. He chuckled, a low, arrogant sound that sent a shiver down her spine, and continued his relentless assault on her clit.
"Come for me, Sarah," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."
His words, dirty and dominant, sent a wave of heat through Sarah.
Her body responded instinctively, her hips bucking as she chased the orgasm that was just out of reach. Marcus's fingers worked her clit with expert precision, his other hand gripping her hip, holding her in place as he continued to pound into her.
The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, and Sarah's high-pitched moans. She could feel the tension building, her body coiling like a spring, ready to snap.
"Please, Daddy," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable. "I'm so close. I need...
I need..." Sarah panted, her chest heaving, her body teetering on the precipice of ecstasy. Marcus's fingers were relentless, his touch expert, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with each circling motion. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, the delicious friction of it rubbing against her most sensitive spot, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
"Please, Marcus," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't...
I can't hold back any longer," Sarah stammered, her body trembling as she fought to maintain control. Marcus's fingers were like magic, his touch sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her, and she knew she was lost. Lost in the moment, lost in the sensation, lost in him.
"Then don't," Marcus growled, his voice like thunder in her ear. "Let go, Sarah. Come for me."
His words, commanding and dominant, were the final push she needed.
Sarah's body convulsed, her hips bucking as the orgasm tore through her, a tidal wave of pleasure that robbed her of breath and thought. She screamed, her voice echoing off the walls, a primal sound of release and surrender. Her fingers clawed at the desk, her knuckles white, as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that crashed over her.
Marcus's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place, his cock buried deep inside her.
He could feel her body convulsing around him, her orgasm milking him, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to follow her over the edge. He wanted to draw this out, to make this moment last, to brand it into her memory forever.
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding her ear. "That's it, Sarah," he growled, his voice low and ragged. "Show me how much you love taking my cock in your ass.
Scream for me, Sarah," Marcus commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. Sarah, still quivering from her orgasm, took a deep breath and let out a loud, guttural scream that echoed through the room. Marcus began to move again, his hips slamming into her with renewed vigor, each thrust pushing her up the desk a little more. The old wood creaked and groaned beneath them, threatening to give way under the force of their passion.
"Again," Marcus ordered, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through her. Sarah took another deep breath and screamed again, the sound raw and primal, filled with a mix of pleasure and pain.
Marcus's fingers wrapped around her throat, tilting her head back, his lips finding hers in a brutal, demanding kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming it as his, as his cock claimed her ass. She could taste herself on him, the salty, musky flavor of her arousal, and it sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their skin sliding against each other as they moved in a frantic, desperate dance.
The scent of sex and musk filled the air, a heady perfume that made Sarah's head spin. She could feel Marcus's breath on her neck, hot and ragged, his fingers tightening around her throat as he continued to pound into her.
"Fuck, Sarah," he growled, his voice barely recognizable. "You feel so fucking good. I could fuck you like this forever."
The words sent a thrill through Sarah, her body responding to his dominance, her heart swelling with pride. She wanted him to fuck her like this forever, wanted to be his willing plaything, his eager slut.
The thought sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her, her body tensing as another orgasm began to build. Marcus must have felt it too, because he growled, his fingers tightening around her throat, his hips slamming into her with renewed vigor.
"That's it, Sarah," he panted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Come for me again. Show me how much you love taking my cock in your ass."
Sarah's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain that echoed off the bare walls.
Her body was a symphony of sensations, every nerve ending alight with the intensity of Marcus's possession.
His fingers around her throat, his cock buried deep in her ass, his breath hot on her neck - it was all too much, and yet not enough. She wanted more, needed more, craved more of him.
Marcus's thrusts became more urgent, his hips slapping against her ass with increasing force. The desk beneath them groaned in protest, the old wood creaking and groaning under the onslaught of their passion. Sarah could feel the vibrations of it, added fuel to the fire burning within her.
"Oh God, Daddy," she gasped, her voice ragged and hoarse from screaming.
"I'm... I'm going to come again." Marcus's chuckle was dark and dangerous, sending a shiver down Sarah's spine. "Not yet, you're not," he growled, his fingers tightening around her throat, cutting off her air supply just enough to make her lightheaded. "You don't come until I say so." Sarah's body trembled, her pussy clenching around nothing, aching for release. She had never been denied an orgasm before, had never needed permission to come. But with Marcus, everything was different.
He was in control, and she was at his mercy. She could feel the power in his grip, the strength in his body as he held her in place, his cock buried deep inside her.
Sarah took a deep breath, her body trembling as she struggled to hold back her orgasm. Marcus's fingers around her throat were like a vice, his grip tightening as he felt her body tensing.
"Not yet, Sarah," he growled, his voice a low warning that sent a shiver down her spine.
"You'll come when I say you can. Understand?"
Sarah nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Marcus's lips curled into a satisfied smile, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. He released his grip on her throat, his hand trailing down her body, his fingers finding her clit and pinching it lightly. Sarah gasped, her body convulsing at the sudden contact, her orgasm perilously close to the surface.
Marcus's chuckle was low and dark, his fingers expertly teasing her clit, pushing her ever closer to the edge.
"Please, Daddy," she begged, her voice ragged and desperate. I can't hold back any longer."
Marcus's response was to increase the pressure, his fingers working her clit in tight, fast circles that sent jolts of pleasure shooting through her. Sarah's body trembled, her hips bucking as she fought to maintain control.
"Yell out how much you love getting fucked in the ass by me" Marcus whispered in her ear, his voice a dominant growl that sent a shiver down her spine.
Sarah took a deep breath, her voice echoing through the room. "I love getting fucked in the ass by you, Daddy!"
Marcus grinned, his hips slamming into her with renewed vigor, the desk groaning in protest beneath them. "Louder, Sarah," he commanded, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through her.
"I LOVE GETTING FUCKED IN THE ASS BY YOU, DADDY!" Sarah screamed, her voice hoarse from the effort.
Marcus's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her with renewed vigor. The old desk beneath them groaned and creaked, the wooden legs scraping against the worn floorboards, threatening to give way under the force of their passion. Sarah could feel the vibrations of it, the rough texture of the desk pressing into her skin, adding an extra layer of sensation to the overwhelming experience that was Marcus.
His cock throbbed inside her, stretching her, filling her completely, and she never wanted this feeling to end. He slowed his pace, his hips rolling in a steady, maddening rhythm that made Sarah whimper in frustration. She could feel her orgasm retreating, her body tensing as she fought to hold back her release.
"Not yet, Sarah," Marcus murmured, his voice a low, husky purr that sent shivers down her spine. "You're not ready yet."
Sarah's breath hitched, her body trembling as she struggled to maintain control.
"Tell me why you chose me over Ben and I'll let you come" Marcus rasped, his voice a low timbre that sent a shiver down her spine. Sarah's mind raced, she knew the answer immediately"
Because you make me feel like a slut, Daddy. You make me feel used, dirty, and I love it." she continued, " You take complete control, and I can't help but submit to you. With Ben, it's always so... vanilla. He's sweet, kind, and understanding, but he doesn't make me feel alive like you do. He doesn't make me feel like I'm on fire, like every nerve ending is screaming for more. You do, Daddy. Every touch, every thrust, every command sends me spiraling into a world of pleasure I never knew existed. I chose you because you make me feel like a slut, and I love it."
Marcus's eyes darkened, his grip on her hips tightening as he processed her words.
She could see the hunger in his gaze, the primal satisfaction of knowing he had reduced her to this - a panting, moaning, desperate creature, ready to beg for his touch.
He leaned down, his lips finding her ear, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "Good girl," he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. "You're learning, Sarah. You're learning what it means to be mine."
With that, he began to move again, his hips slamming into her with renewed vigor.
The desk groaned and creaked beneath them, the wooden legs scraping against the floor, threatening to give way under the force of their passion. She could feel her orgasm building again, her body tensing as she fought to hold back her release.
Marcus's fingers found her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her. His other hand gripped her hip, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her back against him with each powerful thrust.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of flesh and desire that was punctuated by Sarah's ragged moans and Marcus's low, guttural grunts.
Sarah's body was a symphony of sensations, every nerve ending alight with the intensity of Marcus's possession. The room was filled with the scent of sex and musk, a heady perfume that made Sarah's head spin.
She could feel the heat of Marcus's body, the raw power that radiated from him, and it made her feel alive, desired, utterly consumed. His fingers on her clit were like magic, his touch expert, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with each circling motion.
Marcus's breath was hot on her neck, his chest heaving against her back as he struggled to maintain control. She could feel the muscles in his arms trembling, his grip on her hips tightening as he fought to hold back his own release.
"Knock Knock Knock" Suddenly and unexpectedly, three loud knocks echoed through the room, breaking the spell of their passion. The noise was jarring, a harsh intrusion on the intimate moment they had been sharing. Marcus paused, his body still buried deep inside her, his breath ragged in her ear.
A smirk formed on his face, he knew who it was. "Emily get the door?" He continued pounding back into Sarah , not missing a beat.
Sarah was too far gone to even notice the noise . Her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head as Marcus's fingers worked their magic on her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
The knocks at the door had barely registered in her lust-fogged mind, her entire being focused on the man behind her, the man who was driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
Marcus's hips slammed into her, his cock filling her completely, stretching her to her limits. The desk beneath them groaned and creaked, the old wood protesting under the force of their passion. Sarah could feel every inch of him, the thick vein pulsing along his length, the head of his cock rubbing against that sweet spot inside her that made her see stars.
His fingers on her clit were relentless, his touch expert, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with each circling motion. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I can't hold back any longer. I need to come."
Marcus's chuckle was low and dark, his hips rolling in a steady, maddening rhythm that made Sarah whimper in frustration.
Emily was at the door ready to see who was knocking
. She opened the door to find Ben standing there, a look of concern etched on his face.
"Is Sarah here? I heard some loud noises and I wanted to make sure she was okay," Ben said, his voice laced with worry.
Emily smirked, knowing exactly what kind of noises Ben had heard. "Oh, she's here, alright. She's just...busy at the moment," Emily replied, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Ben's brow furrowed, his concern deepening. "Busy? What do you mean?
Is she okay?" Ben asked, his voice laced with worry. Emily leaned against the doorframe, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, she's more than okay, Ben. She's with our daddy" Emily purred, her blue eyes gleaming with amusement. Ben's confusion deepened, his brows furrowing in bewilderment. "Daddy? What are you talking about, Emily? Is Sarah with someone else?" Emily's smirk widened, she pulled him into the room , closing the door behind her. "Oh, she's definitely with someone else, Ben. And trust me, she's enjoying it." Emily led Ben towards the sound of Sarah's moans, her heels clicking on the worn wooden floorboards. The scent of sex and musk grew stronger with each step, a heady perfume that made Ben's stomach churn with unease. He could hear the rhythmic thudding of flesh against flesh, the wet slapping sound of someone being taken roughly, and his heart sank as he realized what was happening.
The noises led them to Sarah's room, where the door was slightly ajar, revealing a scene that would be forever etched into Ben's memory.
Sarah was bent over her desk, her petite body trembling with each powerful thrust. Her short brown hair was damp with sweat, clinging to her forehead, and her big brown eyes were closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her skin was flushed, a rosy hue that extended from her chest, up her neck, and onto her cheeks. She was completely naked, her small breasts pressed against the cool wood of the desk, her nipples hard and erect.
Her legs were spread wide, her feet resting on the rungs of her desk chair, which had been pulled out and positioned for easy access. The sight of her, so vulnerable, so exposed, sent a pang of jealousy through Ben, but it was quickly overshadowed by the shock and betrayal that coursed through his veins.
Behind her, a tall, muscular black man gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her with a ferocity that made Ben's stomach churn. The man's skin glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing with each powerful thrust.
His dark eyes were locked onto Sarah, a primal hunger etched into his features. Ben recognized him instantly - Marcus, the campus legend, the man who had a reputation for turning good girls into his personal playthings. The man who was currently fucking his girlfriend senseless.
Ben stood frozen in the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind racing. He should be angry, he should be screaming, he should be doing something, anything, to put an end to this. But all he could do was stare, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him.
Marcus turned his head his eyes meeting Ben's gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. He didn't miss a beat, his hips continuing to slam into Sarah with a primal ferocity that made Ben's stomach churn. The sight of the other man's cock, slick with Sarah's arousal, disappearing into her ass, was almost too much for Ben to bear. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him, followed by a surge of anger that made his hands clench into fists at his sides.
"Get off her," Ben growled, his voice low and dangerous. Marcus's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
He didn't even bother to slow his pace, his hips continuing to slam into Sarah with a brutal force that made her moan even louder. "Make me," he taunted, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room. Ben's jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He knew he should do something, should say something, but the sight of Sarah, so completely lost in pleasure, so utterly consumed by another man, had left him speechless and paralyzed.
Marcus's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he continued to pound into Sarah, his fingers digging into her hips with bruising force. Sarah's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the bare walls, drowning out the sound of Ben's ragged breathing.
Ben's eyes flicked down to where their bodies joined, the sight of Marcus's thick cock disappearing into Sarah's ass making his stomach churn with a mix of jealousy and revulsion. He had never seen her like this, never imagined she could be so wanton, so completely debased.
The Sarah he knew was sweet, innocent, and shy. This Sarah, the one who was crying out in abandon, her body writhing with pleasure, was a stranger to him. It was as if Marcus had unlocked a hidden part of her, a part that craved darkness, that reveled in the filthiness of their act. Ben could see it in her eyes, even from across the room. They were glazed over, her pupils dilated, her irises almost entirely swallowed by the black. She was lost in her pleasure, completely consumed by the man behind her.
Marcus pulled out of and picked her so she was facing towards Ben . Sarah's eyes fluttered open, her gaze landing on Ben, standing rooted to the spot, his face pale, his eyes wide with shock and betrayal. It took her a moment to register, to comprehend the scene she was in, and when she did, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame.
"Ben," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. Marcus' hands tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, a clear warning not to move.
Ben's lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes burning with anger and hurt. "Sarah," he acknowledged, his voice cold and distant.
The name felt foreign on his lips, tainted by the sight of her, naked and panting, in another man's arms. Marcus's smirk widened, his fingers splayed possessively across Sarah's stomach, pulling her back against him. "You didn't tell me you had company, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. Sarah's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her eyes darting between Ben and Marcus, uncertainty and fear shining in their depths.
Marcus, however, seemed unfazed by Ben's presence, his smirk never wavering as he held Sarah's trembling body against his own. Ben could feel the anger boiling inside him, a hot, acidic tide that threatened to overflow at any moment. He wanted to stride across the room, to tear Sarah out of Marcus's arms, to demand answers, explanations. But he found himself rooted to the spot, his feet refusing to obey his commands, his body frozen in shock and disbelief.
Marcus's hands began to roam, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Sarah's stomach, her hips, her thighs.
His touch was possessive, a clear claim that made Ben's blood boil. "You know, Ben," Marcus began, his voice casual, as if they were mere acquaintances sharing a drink at a bar, "Sarah here has been a very, very good girl tonight." Ben's eyes flicked to Sarah, her cheeks stained crimson, her eyes downcast. She looked like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, but the sight of her naked body, still glistening with sweat and arousal, made it clear that she was no innocent.
Ben's gaze drifted down to where Marcus's hands were exploring, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hip. The sight of another man's hands on his girlfriend's body was almost too much for Ben to bear, but he couldn't look away. There was something mesmerizing about the sight of them together, the clear power dynamic at play, the way Sarah seemed to melt into Marcus's touch.
Marcus's fingers dipped lower, tracing the line of Sarah's pubic bone, her hips jerking involuntarily at the contact.
Ben watched, his eyes locked onto the movement, as Marcus's hand cupped Sarah's pussy, his fingers spreading her lips, revealing the glistening pink flesh beneath. Sarah's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red as Marcus's fingers began to move, stroking her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
Ben could see the effect Marcus's touch had on her, her body tensing, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. He could feel the anger inside him, simmering and boiling.
"Now Sarah" Marcs started , his voice a low rumble, "Tell Ben what you've promised me." Sarah froze, her eyes darting between Ben and Marcus, uncertainty and fear shining in their depths. Marcus's fingers continued their lazy circles, his touch a clear reminder of the power he held over her. Ben watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as Sarah's lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them nervously. "I-I promised him I'd be his good little slut," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ben's eyes widened, shock and betrayal coursing through him, but Marcus just chuckled, his fingers never pausing in their ministrations.
"Louder, Sarah," he commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl. "Tell Ben what you promised me."
Sarah took a deep breath, her body trembling as she forced herself to speak louder. "I promised I'd be his good little slut," she repeated, her voice still barely audible.
Marcus's eyes flashed with annoyance, his hand leaving her pussy to wrap around her throat, his fingers squeezing lightly.
Sarah gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the pressure of his hand against her windpipe.
"Louder, Sarah," he growled, his voice a deep, dangerous rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "I want Ben to hear you pledge yourself to me."
Sarah's gaze flicked to Ben, standing frozen in the doorway, his face pale, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and hurt. She could see the betrayal etched into his features, the shock and disbelief that radiated from him like a physical force.
It made her heart ache, made her want to scream, to cry, to beg for his forgiveness. But Marcus's hand around her throat served as a stark reminder of her place, of the power he held over her. She was his now, his to command, his to use, his to discard when he was done with her.
Sarah took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to do. She turned her gaze back to Marcus, her eyes meeting his dark, intense stare. "I promised I'd be your good little slut," she said, her voice stronger this time, louder.
The words felt foreign on her tongue, a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the weight of them, the meaning behind them, and it made her stomach churn with a mix of shame and excitement.
Ben's eyes widened, his jaw clenching as he processed her words. "What the fuck, Sarah?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "What are you doing?"
Sarah's gaze darted to him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance.
"I'm doing what I want, Ben," she snapped, her voice shaking with emotion. "And right now, what I want is to be Marcus's good little slut."
Ben's eyes narrowed, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Don't talk about yourself like that, Sarah," he growled, his voice laced with anger and disgust. "You're better than that."
A harsh laugh escaped Marcus's lips, his grip on Sarah's throat tightening slightly. "Oh, Ben," he taunted, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "Sarah isn't better than that.
She's exactly where she wants to be, where she belongs. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" Marcus's voice was a low, seductive purr, his eyes locked onto Sarah's as he waited for her response.
Sarah's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the weight of Marcus's gaze, the power of his command. She knew she should deny it, should tell him no, that she didn't belong here, being used like this. But the words refused to come, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire.
She could feel the heat of Marcus's body behind her, the hardness of his cock pressing against her back, a constant reminder of his power, his dominance. She could smell the scent of their combined arousal, the musky perfume that filled the room, a tangible testament to the filthy things they had done, the debauched acts they had shared.
Her eyes flicked to Ben, standing frozen in the doorway, his face a mask of shock and betrayal. She could see the anger in his eyes, the hurt, the disbelief.
But the words were gone, swallowed by the shame and excitement that coursed through her veins, fueling the fire that burned within her.
Marcus's fingers tightened around her throat, a clear warning not to look away. "Answer me, Sarah," he commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl. "Tell Ben where you belong."
Sarah's gaze flicked back to Marcus, her eyes meeting his dark, intense stare.
She could feel the power of his gaze, the weight of his command, and it made her heart race, her breath hitch.
"Answer me, Sarah," Marcus growled, his fingers tightening around her throat, a clear warning not to disobey.
Sarah's lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them nervously.
She could feel the weight of Marcus's gaze, the power of his command, and it made her heart race, her breath hitch.
"I-I belong here," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "With you, Marcus. I'm your good little slut."
Ben's eyes widened, shock and betrayal etched into his features.
"What are you saying, Sarah?" he demanded, his voice shaking with emotion. "You can't be serious."
Sarah's gaze flicked back to him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance. "I am serious, Ben," she said, her voice stronger this time, steady. "I want this. I want Marcus."
A harsh laugh escaped Marcus's lips, his hands roaming over Sarah's body, possessive and claiming. "You see, Ben," he taunted, his voice a low, mocking drawl, "Sarah here has discovered a side of herself she never knew existed.
A side that craves my touch, my dominance, my control." Marcus's hands continued to roam, his fingers tracing patterns on Sarah's skin, staking his claim. "She's my little slut now, my plaything, my toy. And she loves every fucking minute of it."
Ben's gaze flicked to Sarah, taking in her flushed cheeks, her dilated pupils, her heaving chest. He could see the truth in Marcus's words, the evidence of her pleasure written all over her body. It made his stomach churn with a mix of jealousy and disgust.
He had known Sarah for years, had loved her, had supported her, had encouraged her to experience new things, to explore her sexuality. But this, this was beyond anything he could have imagined. This was a betrayal of the worst kind, a violation of the trust they had built together.
Ben's eyes flicked back to Marcus, his gaze narrowing as he took in the other man's confident, almost arrogant stance. There was something about him, something that radiated power and dominance, that made Ben's hackles rise.
He had seen the way Marcus looked at Sarah, the proprietary gleam in his eyes, the possessive way he touched her. It was as if Ben was watching a predator with its prey, a hunter with its kill. And Sarah, God help him, was lapping it up. Ben could see it in her eyes, the way they shone with a light he had never seen before, a hunger that both frightened and fascinated him.
Ben's gaze flicked back to Sarah, taking in her nude form, her body still glistening with sweat and arousal.
Her short brown hair was damp, clinging to her forehead, framing her big brown eyes that sparkled with a mix of defiance and fear. Her petite body trembled slightly, her small breasts heaving with each ragged breath she took. She was the picture of debauchery, a vision of lust and sin that made Ben's heart ache and his stomach churn.
Marcus's hands continued to roam, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Sarah's stomach, her hips, her thighs.
He wanted to storm across the room, to tear Sarah out of Marcus's arms, to demand answers, explanations.
"Look at her, Ben," Marcus taunted, his voice casual, as if they were mere acquaintances sharing a drink at a bar. "She's fucking gorgeous, isn't she?
Look at the way her body responds to my touch," Marcus continued, his hands moving with a confidence that spoke of familiarity, of ownership. "She's mine now, Ben. I've claimed her, marked her, made her my little slut."
Ben's eyes flicked back to Sarah, taking in the way her body arched into Marcus's touch, the way her skin flushed under his fingers. He could see the truth in Marcus's words, the evidence of Sarah's submission written all over her body. It made his heart ache, made his stomach churn with a mix of jealousy and disgust.
"Oh daddy" Sarah moaned, her body writhing beneath Marcus's touch. She was completely lost in sensation, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and confusion. She could feel Marcus's hands on her, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, claiming her, marking her as his.
His touch was possessive, dominant, a clear reminder of the power he held over her. It made her heart race, her breath hitch, her body tremble with anticipation.
"Look at her, Ben," Marcus taunted, his voice a low, mocking drawl.
"She's so fucking wet, so ready for my cock. Aren't you, Sarah?" He punctuated his words with a sharp smack to her ass, making her yelp in surprise and pleasure.
Sarah's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her eyes darting between Ben and Marcus, uncertainty and embarrassment shining in their depths. "Yes, daddy," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ben's eyes widened, shock and betrayal coursing through him. He had never heard Sarah call anyone 'daddy'.
The term was intimate, laced with a familiarity that made Ben's stomach turn. He could see the way Sarah responded to Marcus, her body softening, her eyes glazing over with desire. It was as if she was a different person, a stranger to him.
Marcus, seemingly satisfied with Sarah's response, turned his attention back to Ben. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. "You see, Ben," he began, his voice casual, as if they were discussing the weather, "Sarah here has discovered a side of herself she never knew existed.
Ben's gaze flicked back to Sarah, taking in her flushed cheeks, her dilated pupils, her heaving chest.
She was a picture of debauchery, a vision of lust and sin that made his heart ache and his stomach churn. He couldn't believe this was the same girl he had known for years, the same girl he had loved, supported, and encouraged to explore her sexuality. This girl, this Sarah, was a stranger to him.
Marcus's hands continued to roam, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Sarah's skin, staking his claim. Ben could see the possessiveness in his touch, the way his fingers dug into her flesh, the way his thumbs brushed against her nipples, making them harden and peak."Tell me where you want me to fuck you slut" Marcus growled, his voice a low, dominant rumble that sent a shiver down Sarah's spine. Sarah's eyes fluttered closed, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red as she considered his words. She could feel the heat of his body behind her, the hardness of his cock pressing against her back, a constant reminder of his power, his dominance. She knew she was his.
His to command, his to use, his to pleasure. The thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins, making her heart race and her breath hitch. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the power of his command, and it made her body ache with desire. She could feel the heat of his breath on her ear, the rumble of his voice vibrating through her, making her tremble with anticipation.
She knew he was waiting for her answer, his patience wearing thin, his dominance growing stronger with each passing second. She could feel it in the tension of his body, the way his fingers dug into her hips, the way his cock twitched against her back.
Sarah took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. She knew it would shock Ben, would hurt him, would likely destroy the relationship they had once shared. But she also knew that she couldn't lie, couldn't pretend that she didn't want this, that she didn't crave Marcus's touch, his dominance, his control.
She was his now, his to command, his to use, his to pleasure. And she loved every fucking minute of it.
Sarah's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Ben's shocked and betrayed expression. She could see the hurt in his eyes, the anger, the disbelief. But she also saw the confusion, the questions that swirled in his mind, the need for answers, for explanations.
But she couldn't give him those, not now, not while Marcus's hands were on her, his body pressed against hers, his cock throbbing with need.
She took a deep breath, her voice steady as she spoke the words that would change everything. "I want you to fuck me here, daddy," she said, her voice clear and strong as she looked Marcus in the eye. "Right here, in front of Ben. I want him to watch as you claim me, as you make me yours."
Ben's eyes widened, shock and betrayal coursing through him like a physical force. His gaze flicked between Sarah and Marcus, his mind racing as he tried to process her words.
His girlfriend, the girl he had loved and supported for years, was standing naked and trembling in another man's arms, begging him to fuck her in front of him. It was a scene straight out of his darkest nightmares, and yet, it was happening right before his eyes, a cruel twist of fate that made his stomach churn with a mix of jealousy, anger, and rage.
Marcus's smirk widened, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he took in Ben's shocked expression. "You heard the girl, Ben," he taunted, his voice a low, mocking drawl.
"She wants me to fuck her right here, right now, in front of you. And your going to watch"
Marcus said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Sarah's spine.
Ben's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as he processed Marcus's words. "No," he growled, his voice laced with anger and disgust. "I'm not going to stand here and watch you fuck my girlfriend."
Marcus chuckled, a low, mocking sound that grated on Ben's nerves.
"Oh, Ben," he taunted, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Sarah's stomach, making her squirm with anticipation. "You don't have a choice. Sarah wants this, and I always give my girls what they want." She looked like a woman on the edge, her body trembling with desire, her eyes shining with a hunger he had never seen before.
"Sarah, please," he begged, his voice shaking with emotion.
"Don't do this. Don't let him use you like this." Ben's eyes pleaded with her, his heart aching with a mix of pain and desperation. He wanted to reach out, to pull her away from Marcus, to save her from the web of deceit and lust she had entangled herself in. But he knew it was too late. He could see it in her eyes, the hunger, the desire, the need for Marcus's touch, his dominance, his control.
Sarah's gaze flicked to Ben, her eyes softening as she took in his pleading expression.
For a moment, she was transported back to their first date, to the sweet, shy boy who had held her hand and blushed when she smiled at him. But the memory was fleeting, chased away by the heat of Marcus's body behind her, the hardness of his cock pressing against her back, the rumble of his voice in her ear.
"Don't do this, Sarah," Ben begged, his voice shaking with emotion. "Don't let him use you like this."
Marcus's hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, a clear warning not to listen to Ben.Sarah spoke, " I'm not being used, Ben. I want this. I want him." Her voice was steady, sure, a stark contrast to the tremble in her body.
Ben's eyes flickered between Sarah and Marcus, his gaze hardening as he took in the sight of them together. He could see the possessiveness in Marcus's touch, the way his hands roamed over Sarah's body, claiming her, marking her as his.
"You're making a mistake, Sarah," Ben growled, his voice laced with anger and desperation. "This isn't you.
You're better than this," Ben implored, his voice breaking with emotion. Sarah's gaze softened for a moment, her heart aching at the sight of Ben's pain. But the warmth in her chest was quickly replaced by the heat of Marcus's body, his hands, his breath on her neck.
"Better than what, Ben?" Sarah challenged, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "Better than exploring my desires? Better than finding pleasure in someone else's touch? Better than being honest about what I want?"
Ben's eyes widened, shock and betrayal flashing across his face.Sarah was getting angry now, her cheeks flushing with defiance. "Don't act like you know what's best for me, Ben," she snapped, her voice shaking with emotion. "You're the one who encouraged me to explore, to experience new things. Well, this is me exploring, this is me experiencing. And I happen to love it." Sarah's words were punctuated by a sharp gasp as Marcus's fingers found her clit, circling it with expert precision.
Ben's gaze flicked to Marcus, his eyes narrowing as he watched the other man touch Sarah with such confidence, such familiarity.
It was as if they had been together for years, their bodies attuned to each other's every movement, every breath. It made Ben's stomach churn with a mix of jealousy and disgust.
"Stop it," Ben growled, his voice laced with anger and possessiveness. "Stop touching her like that." "Or what, Ben?" he taunted, his fingers continuing their maddening dance on Sarah's clit. "You'll leave? You'll storm out in a fit of righteous indignation?
Leave Sarah to her fate as my willing little slut?" Marcus's voice was a low, mocking drawl, his fingers never pausing in their ministrations, driving Sarah closer and closer to the edge.
Ben's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw ticking as he struggled to maintain control. "Stop talking about her like that," he growled, his voice laced with anger and disgust. "She's not your slut."
Marcus chuckled, a low, amused sound that grated on Ben's nerves.
"Oh, Ben," he taunted, his fingers still moving on Sarah's clit, making her whimper and squirm. "You're so adorably naive. Don't you know that Sarah here is exactly where she wants to be? She's loving every fucking minute of this. Aren't you, sweetheart?"
Sarah's eyes fluttered closed, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. She could feel the heat of Marcus's fingers on her clit, the pressure building inside her, threatening to consume her. She knew she should deny it, should tell Marcus to stop, to let her go.
Instead, she found herself nodding, her voice breathy as she whispered, "Yes, daddy. I love it." He stared at Sarah, the girl he had loved and supported for years, now standing naked and flushed in another man's arms, admitting to enjoying being used like this. It was a punch to the gut, a knife twisting in his heart.
Marcus's smirk widened, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph.
"Daddy...
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