He sweeps his arms across his desk, sending everything to the floor, including his computer. I jump, genuinely afraid. “Did you like seeing this post?” he asks me, seething. I don’t understand it.
I hesitate, debating how much power to give him here. But there is no other alternative to the truth. I shake my head.
He stands up to his full height, and holy fuck, I forgot how tall he is now. His horns nearly touch the low ceilings. “Well, I fuckinghatedit. Take off your clothes.”
“I ...” I waver. Even though this is maybe what I thought I came here for, he’s making me way too nervous. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to mix the personal and professional stuff,” I try, voice weaker than I’ve ever heard it. Because how can I forget how good that omelet was yesterday morning, or the fact that he cleaned up my apartment after? He was nicer to me than anyone’s been in a long time. And he’s the villain whom I’m supposed to sabotage.
“Take off your clothes and come here.”
I know the safe word. It’s on the tip of my tongue. But I remove my sweater instead and shut the fuck up. My shirt goes next. My leggings and slippers. My underwear, socks ... bra ... I stand in front of him feeling self-conscious. He’s still in sweatpants, after all ... though he doesn’t stay in them for long.
He drags them down his thighs and steps back from his desk, his bare ass bumping into a cluster of metal pieces that make a jangling sound when they’re shoved together. “Come here.” He gestures at me with two fingers. His claws are longer than my hands.
Swallowing hard, I step across his bare concrete floor. Like the rest of his house, there’s no carpets, no signs of life. Just a cold box that feels like a tomb. I move around his concrete desk until he’s close enough to grab me. He doesn’t. Instead, he glances down at the surface where the incriminating photo once was.
“You had my permission to share your pretty pictures without my first right of refusal for less than a day.” He grabs me by the back of the head and guides me to stand in front of him, then pushes my head toward the desk. I lower with no resistance, hissing lightly when my perky nipples press flush against the cold concrete. He grabs my hands and locks them at my lower back. He prods at my pussy with a knuckle, undoubtedly finding me wet already, then makes a very male, primal sound before kicking my legs apart.
“Your poor decision-making leaves me no other choice than to rescind the liberty I gave you.” Something cold trickles over my asshole.My eyelashes flutter. I can’t imagine a less romantic place to be in than this room, or anywhere else I’d rather be right now.
“I’m sorry, Darius . . .”
“Don’t fucking speak.” He wrenches open a drawer under his desk and pulls out a stress ball for me to see, one marked with the logo for the COE. He shoves it into my mouth. “If you want to say the safe word, you’re going to have to scream it loud.”
Without any other prelude, I feel Darius insert something not at all as small as it should be into my ass. I jolt over the desk, but Darius kicks my feet even wider and presses down on my wrists on my lower back. He doesn’t say anything as he shoves whatever it is a little farther in.
A vibrator? Dildo? It’s wiggling inside me, so I know that’s not it. It’s not a finger because those are all clawed. I can’t figure out ... “Mmmph,” I groan, my eyes rolling back as the huge head of whatever it is finally makes it past that outer ring and my tight anus squeezes on the thinner shaft of his ... tail. Holy fuck. It has to be.
“Mmm,” he groans, and that strange purring has picked back up in his chest. “Tight.” He starts to thrust his tail in and out of me and ithurts, but it also feels so fucking fantastic. I’m not going to come from it, though, and I could cry. If he would just touch my clit a little bit, for a second, I’d erupt.
A few minutes pass. I’m writhing and shaking on the table while he tail-fucks my ass. My tits are so unhappy, pushed against this hard desk. I could cry at the injustice of it. And then the bastard at my back has the nerve to whisper, “Fuck it.”
I feel something prod my pussy lips, and I scream around the foam gag in my mouth as Darius shoves the head of his dick inside me in one smooth motion. He rocks against me and, within a few heartbeats, has himself fully inserted in both my holes. He doesn’t wait. He starts to fuck me fast, riding me hard enough he’s going to leave bruises on the tops of my thighs where they’re hitting the edge of the desk. He doesn’t fuck me anywhere near long enough for me to be able to come, as I twist between the pleasure and pain of it. And I’m a sick, sick girlbecause even though I could have chosen to spit the ball out of my mouth at any point and said the safe word, I don’t. Because more than I’d love to come right now, I love being owned like this by him.
Tears wet my lashes. Tears of the most exquisite delight.I make a terrible spy,I think, sobbing around my gag as Darius’s shallow thrusts start to get sloppy and his hand on the back of my head tightens. “Augh ... fuuuuck,” he groans and that’s when I feel the telltale swelling of his cock inside my body. Combined with the added pressure of his tail in my ass, I panic, lifting on my tiptoes, but there’s nowhere for me to go. He keeps me pinned as he roars out a curse and then drops over my body.
I can feel the hot splash of his cum inside me and hear the lascivious squelching sound as he continues to rock against my body. The sensations make my eyes roll back and my nostrils flare. His cock expands around the middle, and I pray, as my hands clench, that I’m well worked out enough from the first time that I don’t tear.
He lies over my back, propped up on his elbows, his head hanging down over the top of my head. His lips brush over my crown again and again, biting and tasting my hair and the shells of my ears. His claws trace lines around my bandaged shoulder. The wounds left by his teeth are still there but scabbing over quickly.
“Where I bit you will leave scars,” he says against the side of my face. He takes my ear between his fangs threateningly but doesn’t bite down hard. “And when they fade, I’ll bite you again to leave more scars in the same place. Maybe I’ll leave them all over your body so that everyone who looks at you will know who you belong to.”
I shudder as his cock twitches inside me. His tail is calm inside my ass. He’s so still the pain is gone, and I wish for a ludicrous second that we could stay locked like this for an hour.
I sniffle and he bends around me to speak against my nose. “Why did you crop out the part where I hurt Cynthia from your video?” His hand is on my neck, squeezing gently.
I feel so used, so treasured, so adored. He plucks the ball out of my mouth, spit coating my mouth and dribbling out of the corner. “I ...” The truth is soembarrassing. It reveals too much and I can scarcely give it voice.
“Tell me.”
A light, feathery whisper slips out between my teeth. “I wanted to protect you.”
He shivers.Shivers. He doesn’t speak. His hips surge against my ass a little harder, and the prickling pain inside my body makes itself known. But then his hand ... his huge hand ... starts working its way around my body, wriggling between my soft stomach and his impossibly hard desk. He somehow manages to squeeze beneath my weight, and two of his huge fingertips find my clit. He starts to brush over it fast and hard. My hips buck. My eyes squeeze shut.
“Does it hurt?” he whispers.
I shake my head, then nod. “A little.” I’m wet enough, the lube and cum more than enough to make his touch rub smooth. But he’s going so fast there’s absolutely no buildup. And the pressure makes my ass clench on instinct, and that reminds me that he’s still got his tail shoved in there deep.
“Good. I wasn’t going to let you come at all. Did it occur to you that I don’t want my fucking picture taken next to that goddamn hussy? Answer me.”
