His come leaking down my thighs

Chapter 13

The cheese iron clicked open, and the winning wheel split down the middle, the paste pale and creamy, the smell of milk and brine blooming in the empty exhibition hall. Bruno stood over the trophy table, the cylindrical blade still in his hand, and I watched him work the tip into the soft curd, fishing for something buried deep. The crowd was gone, the judges' verdict still echoing in the gold trophy beside us, and the only sound was the wet squelch of the iron twisting in the paste.

He found it. The small brass key surfaced, coated in the milky paste, and he held it up between two fingers, the wax of the cut wheel clinging to his knuckles. I felt my cunt clench at the sight of it, the same key that had hung on the cellar door chain for years, the same key that had locked us in and locked the world out.

"Once this key is yours," he said, his voice low and even, "the cave and my body are yours to command."

He didn't hand it to me. He set it on the trophy table, next to the gold-plated wheel, and stepped back. The red light on the CCTV camera above us blinked steady, recording everything.

I reached over and took the key before he could change his mind. The cold metal bit into my palm, and I felt the paste smear between my fingers. I slid the chain around my neck, the key settling against my sternum, cold against my hot skin. The click of the clasp was the loudest sound in the hall.

"Now age me forever," I whispered.

His eyes went dark. He crossed the space between us in two steps, his hands closing around my waist, lifting me onto the trophy table. My ass landed on the cold surface, the gold trophy ringing where my hand knocked it, the sound sharp and bright in the empty hall. The winning wheel sat beside me, its cut face open, the key's empty bed still glistening.

He unbuckled his belt. The zipper hissed. His c**k sprang free, hard and thick, the head slick with pre-c*m. I spread my legs, my dress already hiked up around my hips, my cunt bare and wet, the cold air of the hall hitting my hot flesh.

"Ride me," he said. "Take what's yours."

I wrapped my hand around his c**k, feeling the heat of it, the pulse. I guided the head to my entrance, pressing it against my slick folds, and I felt the ring of muscle resist, then give. I lowered myself onto him, inch by inch, feeling each fold of my inner walls part around his shaft. The first inch slid in, the second, the ridge of his c**k dragging over the rough spot on my front wall. The third inch, and I felt the blunt heat of him seat against my cervix.

I cried out, the sound echoing off the stone walls. The CCTV light blinked red above us.

"Your cunt is gripping me like it knows this is forever," he said, his hands on my hips, steadying me. "Look at you. You're dripping on my c**k and we haven't even started."

I began to move, rising up until only the head remained inside me, then sinking back down, slow and deep. Each stroke hit my cervix, and I felt my inner walls clench around him, the knowledge of permanence making everything sharper. The key bounced against my sternum, cold and heavy, a reminder of what I had claimed.

"Please, Daddy," I begged. "Please fill me."

He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. "You want my c*m in your womb? You want to carry it out of this hall?"

"Yes," I sobbed. "Yes, Daddy, I want it. I want all of it."

He thrust up as I sank down, and I felt the head slam against my cervix, the deep pulse of him filling me. I rode him harder, my thighs burning, the gold trophy ringing again as my hand knocked it. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the hall, wet and rhythmic.

"Your body knows what it's for," he said, his voice rough. "It clenches around me every time I pull out. It begs for me even when you pretend to resist."

I felt my inner walls squeeze him, and I heard him groan. The key swung against my chest, cold against my hot skin.

"Look at the camera," he commanded. "Look at it while you come."

I turned my head, staring at the red light. I felt the orgasm building, deep in my belly, spreading through my inner walls. I felt the first contraction start, the heat spreading through my thighs, my c**t throbbing, my toes curling against the edge of the table.

"Come for me," he said. "Come on my c**k and let the camera see."

I came, the orgasm crashing over me, my vision blurring, my breath catching, my throat raw. I felt my inner walls pulse around him, pulling him deeper, and I heard myself sob, the sound broken and raw.

He thrust up hard, once, twice, and I felt his c**k pulse inside me, the thick heat of his come flooding my cunt. I felt each rope of his seed filling me, the warmth spreading through my womb, and I watched the red light blink, recording everything.

He pulled out, and I felt his come leak out of me, running down my thighs onto the trophy table. The wet sound of it dripping onto the gold surface was obscene in the empty hall.

"Round two," he said, his voice low. "Bend over."

I turned, my chest pressing against the trophy table, the gold wheel cold against my cheek. The key hung from my neck, swinging against the cut face of the winning cheese. He grabbed my hips, pulling me back, and I felt his c**k nudge my entrance, slick with his own c*m and my wetness.

He pushed in, hard, and I felt the head stretch me open, the ring of muscle resisting then giving. The first inch slid in, the second, the ridge dragging over the rough spot. The third, and he was seated against my cervix, his balls slapping against my c**t.

"Look at the camera," he said. "Look at it while I own you."

I stared at the red light, my chest against the trophy, my hands gripping the edge of the table. He began to move, slow and deep, each stroke hitting my cervix, the wet sound of our bodies filling the hall. The key swung against my sternum, cold and heavy.

The door handle rattled.

I froze, my heart pounding, and I felt his c**k pulse inside me. The rattling continued, someone testing the lock from outside. I stared at the red CCTV light, the fear making everything sharper, my skin hypersensitive, my inner walls clenching around him.

"Don't move," he whispered.

I felt his c**k twitch inside me, and I knew he was holding back his own sound. The rattling stopped. Keys jingled away down the corridor. The footsteps faded.

He didn't stop. He kept moving, slow and deep, the rhythm shifting, deeper, more deliberate. I felt the fear convert into arousal, my cunt clenching around him, every stroke sharper, more intense.

"Your body likes that," he said, his voice low. "It likes being watched. It likes being owned."

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered. "I'm yours. I'm yours."

He thrust harder, the wet slap of his balls against my c**t echoing in the hall. I felt the orgasm building again, deeper this time, and I felt my inner walls clamp down.

"Come for me," he said. "Come on my c**k and let the camera see."

I came, the orgasm crashing over me, my vision blurring, my breath catching. I felt my inner walls pulse around him, pulling him deeper, and I felt him thrust hard, once, twice, his c**k pulsing inside me, the thick heat of his come flooding my cunt again.

He pulled out, and I felt his come leak out of me, running down my thighs, pooling on the trophy table. He slid his palm over my still-full cunt, pressing the seed back in, and I felt his other hand press the key against my belly.

"Now you're mine," he said. "The cave, the business, my body. All yours."

He pocketed the CCTV drive, a small black square, and I slid off the table, my thighs shaking, his come running down my legs. I tucked the chain under my collar, the key cold against my sternum, and I put one hand over my belly.

The janitor would find the trophy table wet and report it as a spilled drink. The CCTV drive was in his pocket. The winning cheese, made with my milk and his seed, had been judged and praised by the entire festival.

My phone buzzed. Mona.

I answered, the key chain still visible at my collar.

"We won," I said, and let the silence say the rest.

The trophy sat on the table, gold and gleaming. The key hung around my neck, cold and heavy. His seed was still inside me.

And I knew, with a certainty that made my cunt clench, that this was only the beginning.