Page 92 of Beautiful Scars

She tries to push her hands up but I force them back down.

“Yes.” It’s almost a whisper.

“You can do better than that, little girl,” I tell her as I free my cock. We both know she’s going to do better, it’s only a matter of time.

“Fine. You’re right, okay? I want yo—” Her words cut off when I force my full length inside her, hard.

She lets out a little sound. But I don’t move. At all. It takes every ounce of restraint I have in me, but my cock doesn’t even twitch.

And now I’m glad for the desk, because without her feet on the floor she can’t move either.

I grab the remote and turn the volume up a few notches.

She lies there, bent across my desk whimpering, so I use my free hand and wrap it around her neck, pulling her up slightly. Arching her back.

I lean down and use my thumb to turn her head, catching her lips with mine. She kisses me back like she’s starving, and I want nothing more than to fuck her right now until she can’t walk in a straight line.

But I’m trying to learn patience.

And it’s a lesson she should learn, too.

I let go of her neck, her arms, and let her lean back down on the desk. She tries her best to wiggle. To move. To doanythingthat isn’t just lying there with a pussy full of cock, but when I grab her hips with both hands that becomes impossible.

I pull out of her almost completely, and then slide in slowly. Ball-achingly slowly. Feeling every inch of her making space for me. She cries and whimpers in frustration and that alone gives me the damn willpower to do it again.

Slowly.

And again.

Even slower.

Inch by fucking inch.

All the way to the hilt. She cries out when I give her the extra half-inch we both know she’s not built to handle.

“Kill, fuck!”

I laugh. She doesn’t call me Kill often, but when she does it makes me happy, and I don’t even know why.

I do it again.

It’s a sin what I’m doing to her. It’s cold.

Calculated.

Ruthless.

We both know it.

She’s shaking and if I had to guess, I would say that was anger.

I do it again, methodically, and she turns her head to face me, eyes blazing. “What do you want?”

I smile down at her. “Only to watch you suffer.”

Her eyes close and she lets out a sharp breath when I fill her again. “I’m suffering.”

I lean down against her again, keeping her head facing me while I kiss her cheek. “Not even a tear. I’ll have to try harder.”