Page 18 of Under His Command
“Do not make me turn this ass red. I’d rather you cry from my cock gagging that pretty throat.”
I think I nod in response, but I’m so lost in his words and in that voice that I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. Inch by inch, as if wanting to make sure I remember my safe word, he spears my pussy with his erection, pushing past my folds and sliding in between my walls until I feel the opened zipper making contact with my ass.
I close my eyes, focusing on the way my pussy stretches itself to the max, trying to adjust to the size of him. It hurts, but the pleasure is quick to replace the pain. I melt down into the desk, feeling every bulging vein and the soft skin on his hard cock.
“Now tell me, angel, has this pussy ever been fucked?” he asks as he caresses my ass.
“No,” I gasp, immediately understanding what he means. I’ve had sex before—but I’ve never been fucked. Not the way he’s about to do it. “No, sir.”
He’s inside me. And I can’t stop clamping down on him.
I want him to start moving. I want him to take me. I want—
Smack.
My skin burns again, but this time, I’m chasing the pain like a junkie.
“Mmm, but that’s not good, you see. Because I’m about to fuck this sweet cunt like it’s my last time.”
I don’t even get to tell him to do it. As soon as the sentence is over, Rowan pulls himself out of me, and the next thrust is so brutal and fast it sends me a few inches higher on his desk. I cry out, his fingers digging into my neck, bruising me, claiming me. My eyes roll to the back of my head, then turn to him, his gaze meeting mine. He’s hungry. They tell me that much.
I try my best to relax, to stay still, and let him use me the way he needs. But every thrust brings tendrils of pleasure that make my legs twitch and my pussy tighten.
I feel so alive. He takes my breath away.
“You,” he breathes out, grunting as he fucks me just the way he said he would.
Me. Me. Me. He only wants me.
Releasing my neck, his hand digs into my hair, yanking it back. My lips part open, and my muscles ache from the position he has me in. But I don’t think this is supposed to feel comfortable.
“Fuck. Rowan—”
“Shh, angel. Be quiet while I use your pretty hole.”
He says it like this is only for him and his pleasure—as if I’m nothing but a fuck toy who only exists to serve him. The thought is what brings me to my tipping point, and I have no choice but to come with his cock still pounding hard and fast inside me.
I moan through the tears falling down my cheeks, as Rowan’s cum suddenly fills me up at the same time.
It’s warm and sticky, and my pussy swallows it up willingly, not letting a single drop slide back. He comes with a grunt, and I know for sure that this is a sound I’m going to remember for the rest of my life.
“You,” he breathes out, repeating the one word that I know means so much. His cock exits me, and he spins me around, lifting me up only to sit me back down on the desk, this time facing him.
His mouth crashes against mine, the seam of my lips opening for him as he pushes his tongue past them. I welcome him in. My legs coil around his torso and I can feel his cum sliding out of me, but he’s quick to stop it with two fingers into my pussy, pushing it back where it belongs. I’m on birth control—but he kind of makes me wish I wasn’t.
“What am I doing right now?” he asks, giving my swollen lips a short break as he pins me down with his gaze.
“You’re—ahh,” I close my eyes, leaning into his touch. “Fucking my pussy. With your cum.”
“My pussy. Not yours. It’s not yours anymore, angel.”
He places a kiss on my head and steps away, tucking himself back into his pants.
“Stay just like that. Don't move.”
I nod and follow him around with my eyes as he goes to retrieve something from a black box on one of his shelves. He’s so handsome with the morning light braiding into his features. My pussy keeps throbbing—wanting him to come back.
“It’s hard to have to wait for everything I want to do to you. But when we get back to Washington—”
