Did You Just Moan?
1095 Words
Alana's POV
I was sure I didn't hear him correctly.
“What?”
“Are you deaf? Get on your knees this instant!” He thundered, the impact terrifying as I immediately shuddered and went down so fast I couldn't believe my own body.
My heart began to beat faster than normal, his back still to me but I watched his every move. He got rid of his watch and dropped it on the vanity. He flung away his suit jacket and before I could blink, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me as I crawled to the edge of his bed.
He didn't sit down, he took a slow tour around me, twirling my hair above me in the process. He looked down at me, slapped my ass, grabbed my t**s and pressed, touched me in places that made my core heat.
I tried to stifle a moan but it was futile so it came out of me, embarrassingly too.
When he heard it, he paused. He let go of my hair and raised my chin up with his hand.
“Did you just moan?” His voice was heavily erotic and it made me waver and lowered my senses to the minimum. I forgot to think.
Embarrassed, I kept my lips thinned and when I tried to look away, he simply craned my neck back to face him like a monster.
“I asked a question, why won't you reply to me? Why are you testing me and biting off more than you can f*****g chew? I've already had a stressful day at work and the last thing I need is a disobedient w***e, so tell me. Did. You. Just. Moan?”
I couldn't believe that he seriously wanted an answer from me. He clearly heard it! I was already dying of embarrassment.
When I nodded, he slapped my breasts hard. I winced at the initial pain that later turned into sinful pleasure. I wished he would slap my breasts like that again. The way they bounced in response caught his eyes, but he didn't acknowledge it even though I could clearly see the hunger.
“Can't you speak?”
I gulped before I replied.
“Yes.”
Then he slapped my breasts again, even harder.
“You like it when I slap ‘my’ t**s don't you? You love it when I grab ‘my’ ass and fondle your t**s, because you belong to me. Your p***y is mine, your mouth is mine, your ass is mine, you dirty slut.”
His words caused a sick part of me to jubilate. I didn't realize how much I loved derogatory words before now. I didn't realize how horny being called a slut would make me. I wanted more.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” My core throbbed with need as he spoke. I craved more than he was giving to me.
Soon, he grabbed my hair again and stood in front of me, just by his bed. I watched him use his free hands to get rid of his pants, then his briefs. Immediately the briefs came down, his heavy c**k sprang out like elastic, hitting me on my nose.
Still grabbing my hair tightly, he proceeded to do the hottest thing ever and the most derogatory feeling I've ever experienced in my entire life hit me like a force I didn't want to end.
He began to slap his d**k hard across my face, my cheeks.
“Why did you let us meet again? SLAP.
“Why did you run away like a p***y back then?” SLAP.
“Why the f**k are you letting me mistreat you? Because of a sick sister? You're driving me f*****g insane!” SLAP. Then he let me go and ran a frustrated hand through his hair with a low curse. His voice strained and his posture tightened like he was restraining himself from something that I was unsure of.
Meanwhile, I just had the best night of my life. I ached to touch myself so bad but with the way he just handled me, I could hold on for a bit longer.
When he stopped, I knew my cheeks were already so reddened. His c**k dangled in front of me, and all I wanted was to put it in my mouth.
He looked down at me, noticed my hunger and need and packaged his d**k back in his briefs shockingly.
“I won't give you what you want, you dirty slut. I'll take what I want from you when you're the least excited. I promise, you'll hate me. Get on the bed and widen those legs. Let's see how wet you are for me. I can see you like men like me treating you like s**t. You get off on it, don't you.”
I was too embarrassed to respond as I got on his bed. I unclipped the ends of the lingerie that kept my p***y covered, then immediately spread my legs under his watchful, lustful gaze.
His smile of satisfaction reached his eyes. It looked sadistic too, and scary, but I didn't care. I hated that I seeked approval from my high school bully but anything to make him pleased with me.
“Look at my p***y, so wet. All juicy and gooey.” He teased, then he climbed on top of the bed as well, stuck his face inside my core and gave it a lick. I shuddered and bit back what would've been a loud moan as his wet, hot tongue came in contact with my overflowing p***y.
He continued to lick it slowly and dreadfully it made me cry out and beg.
“Please, Ryan please.”
“Not bad. I love it when you call my name with those sexy lips. Do it often, okay?”
Then he tore his tongue off my c**t suddenly and sprang out of the bed in haste, leaving me in an aching mess.
My eyes widened in disbelief. Was he leaving me like this?
He watched the betrayal form on my eyes with a smile like he anticipated it. Yes, he knew what he was doing all this while. He would never let me win.
“Get up, I'm done with you. Finish up or whatever when you leave. You didn't expect me to make you happy now did you? Now come sign this contract.” He said as he picked up a manilla document I had barely noticed before now.
“Make it quick and leave.”
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