Filthy Surrender:The Forbidden Files

A loyal cunt for two enemies (2)

Chapter Two –

Kayla's POV

I couldn't focus at work early that morning.

I just sat at my desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard while I tried to act like I hadn't taken my boss's enemy's c**k a few days back.

But it didn't work. Anytime I closed my eyes, I felt Julian's hands on my hips, I felt his hot breath against my neck, and the stretch of how his c**k filled me.

I was f****d.

Both literally and figuratively.

I pressed my thighs together beneath my desk while a phantom ache still pulsed between them.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed and I was torn away from my line of thoughts. It was a message from my CEO:

- My office. Now. -

I stood on shaky legs and smoothened my navy pencil skirt then straightened the cream silk blouse I was wearing and I walked towards him office with some kind of unsettled feeling.

When I pushed open the door, Marcus was standing behind his desk with rolled sleeves. That was the same way I'd found Julian standing in his office.

I shook my head, tightening the grip on my phone.

His jaw was tight. “Close the door, Kayla”.

I did and the click echoed.

“You've been off all morning”. His voice was clipped and managerial, but his eyes

bore into me like a predator tracking its prey. “I asked you for the Henderson projections forty minutes ago. You sent me a blank file”.

“I'm sorry—”. I started, my heart slamming against my ribcage. “I didn't sleep well—”.

“Bullshit”. He walked around the desk and approached me then started circling me. “I know that look. That distracted and guilty look. You've been hiding something since Friday”.

My pulse hammered. He can't know. He can't possibly know.

But his hand came up, and cupped my chin, then he tilted my face to meet his gaze. “You're loyal to me, aren't you, Kayla?”.

“Yes”. The word came out too fast, they sounded desperate.

“Good”. His thumb ran across my lower lip, and he pulled it down. “Because I own you. I own your time, your attention, your body. All of it”.

But before I could speak, his hands shoved me back against the desk, knocking papers to the floor. My spine met the polished mahogany, and he was on top of me, hiking my skirt up, and tearing at my stockings.

“Marcus —”. I cried, phone abandoned some place on the desk.

“Shut up”. He said, mouth finding throat as his teeth grazed the spot where Julian had marked me days ago.

I flinched. He noticed.

Fuck.

“What's this?”.

“Nothing. I—”.

He cut me off by biting down hard on that same spot on my neck, making me gasp.

“If I find out you've been spreading your legs for anyone else, I'll destroy you. You understand?”.

“Yes—ah—yes, Marcus, I understand—”.

He yanked my panties aside and then unbuckled his belt.

I should've stopped him but my p***y was throbbing and maybe this would help me get Julian and his c**k off my mind.

He went to his desk and returned with a condom. He tore it and felt the latex slick against my thigh, and then after he wore it, I felt the thick head of his c**k pressed at my entrance. I closed my eyes.

“Look at me”.

I forced my eyes open and his face was inches above mine.

“When I f**k you, you're mine. Say it”.

“I'm yours”. The words trembled out, as my chest rose and fell rapidly.

He thrust in hard and full, knocking the air out of my lungs.

“Ohhhh....ahhh!!!”. The angle was different from Julian. It was deeper, slower, and each stroke dragged along my sensitive inner walls.

He gripped my hips painfully, and set a punishing rhythm that rattled the pens on his desk.

“Uhhhh. Harder—please—”.

“You don't get to ask”. He slammed harder.

“Ah! oh—god”. I cried out, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.

“You take what I give you. That's loyalty”.

My phone buzzed at my side.

Once. Twice.

Then Marcus stopped. He pulled back just enough to see me clutch the edge of the desk.

“Check it”.

“What?”.

“I said check I”. He said, c**k still buried inside me and still throbbing.

I fumbled for my phone and picked it where he had a few stacks of files that were now disorganised.

I tapped on it frantically and the screen glowed. I saw a preview from Julian: Missed call. New message. And a photo thumbnail…It was a photo of his door with a message attached to it.

- All I think about is how you arched your back while taking my c**k -

My stomach dropped.

“Who is it?”. Marcus's voice cut in.

“No one. It's just—a reminder—”.

He took the phone from my hands and read the screen, his eyes darkening instantly.

“Julian Vance sent you a photo of his door”. He turned the phone toward me like I hadn't just read the message. “That you took his c**k on Friday. Explains why you were acting weird”.

I opened my mouth to lie, but nothing came. So he just pulled out slowly and left me empty and wet on his desk. He tapped my phone screen then handed it back.

It was a photo of me now, my skirt rucked up, thighs spread, on Marcus’s desk.

“Send that to him”.

“Marcus—”.

“Do it. Let him see you're still mine”.

My fingers trembled as I typed then sent it. Julian replied within seconds: Pretty. But she tastes like me.

Marcus took the phone, read the message and his jaw clenched. Then he grabbed me by the hips and drove into me again, rougher now.

“You're mine”. He said, slamming relentlessly into me. I was a moaning mess and I didn't understand half of whatever was saying.

“Yours….oh god, I'm yours…fuck…”. I screamed, cumming. “Marcus…”. My body convulsed, p***y snapping shut.

My phone buzzed again.

It was another message from Julian.

He said, Tonight.

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My Friday, I had lost count of the days or the orgasms I had from both men.

I had learnt to schedule them like meetings: Marcus at noon, a quick brutal f**k on his leather couch before lunch.

Julian at six, a slow f**k in his corner office while he made me confess everything Marcus did to me.

At three o'clock, Mar us had me bent over his desk, my cheek pressed against a quarterly report, while his c**k pounded into me from behind. I was raw inside, I was deippiyand oversensitive, but I took it.

That was loyalty, according to what Marcus had told me.

At six, I walked into Julian's office with mascara smudged as thighs still wet from Marcus's c*m. But Julian didn't ask, he just pushed me to me knees, unzipped his try, and filled my mouth without a word.

I sucked him with my eyes closed, tasting two men on the same day.

When Julian came, he pulled me up and kissed my forehead like I was precious, and whispered, "I want to see you tomorrow. Both shifts".

I nodded, legs shaking while my heart splitted down the middle. And when my phone buzzed, I checked just to find Marcus's name.

Another shift.

I had now become a s*x doll to two enemies and the reason I was condoning it?

I loved being used and f****d for surrender.