“C’mere,” he beckons, crooking his finger to encourage me to lay down on his chest. I rest my body atop him, one of his hands caressing my neck and holding me down, the other reaching for my ass, spreading me wide as his hips pump up and down, thrusting his flesh inside me with strokes which grow in speed and intensity until I know what it feels like to be fucked.
I am free. I am the most free I have ever been as he holds me firmly in place and unleashes his powerful body on my smaller frame. I forget that I am a freak. I am nothing more or less than a woman making love with a man, one whose passion for me tells me that I am desirable, and that I am cared for more deeply than I ever thought possible. Tom’s caring intention is in every move, how careful he is not to pull my hair, or trap my limbs uncomfortably. He treats me like a queen to be worshipped, even as he desecrates my virginity with grunting thrusts which make me rise into the air until he clamps down on my ass and holds me in place to take each of those powerful pistoning strokes.
“Tommmmmmmm,” I wail his name in his ear, some vicious instinct making me want to latch on to him with my teeth. I find his neck with my mouth and I suck and I bite until he slaps my bottom hard enough to make me release.
“Naughty girl,” he growls, following it up with a rough stroke which sends a jolt of pure ecstasy though me. The harder he does it, the more I like it. Our bodies slam against one another, my wetness making us slide as we mate with increasing urgency until I am wailing almost non-stop, grinding my wet pussy over his hard cock as he slaps my bottom and lectures me.
“Such a naughty girl. A fuck hungry little brat,” he murmurs into my ear, jackhammering into me. I didn’t think it was possible, but every one of those dirty words makes my inner walls grip him tighter.
“Mine,” he snarls, tightening his hand on the back of my neck. “This pussy is mine, now, you know that, don’t you.”
Oh fuck. Oh fucckk. I feel myself start to peak. My toes curl, my legs shake, my pussy gets wetter still, making the most lewd sounds as Tom slams inside me, going all the way deep and then pulling out only to stroke roughly in again almost immediately. I am his. I am his in every way. He owns my pussy. He has my heart. And now I am flooding him with my desire because I am coming all over him.
“Yes, yes…” he urges me on, palm slapping my ass, cock pounding my pussy, his pubic bone grinding my clit with every stroke and his other hand keeping my head captive, tugging at the roots of my hair while I orgasm with complete abandon and more intensity than I thought possible.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohhh….”
He pulls me off his cock roughly, and for a second I feel the humiliating sting of rejection, but it is only for a moment. He flips me back over onto my back, and unleashes a torrent of cum over my belly and the hair at the top of my pussy, his fist gripping his cock, his head thrown back in male pleasure. I watch, enthralled as he covers me, hot drips of his cum running down between my legs.
When he has control of his faculties again, he leans down and kisses me deeply. “You were a very good girl,” he praises me. He reaches down and rubs his seed into my clit, marking me with his scent, giving me another set of trembling little climaxes. He kisses, taps and teases me, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths as he recovers from the exertion of fucking me into happy oblivion.
We almost don’t hear the sound of the intercom springing to life. But we both hear the steady tones of somebody trying to sound like they didn’t just see absolutely everything we did together.
“Doctor Ares, the Head would like to see you.”
“Fuck,” Tom swears, his cock still erect as he leaps out of bed like the sheets just caught on fire.
“Uh oh. Somebody is in trouble,” I smirk. “Naughty doctor, fucking his patient.”
“She deserved it,” he winks as he pulls his shirt on. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Oh I won’t, I’m a prisoner here, remember?”
What I don’t add as he’s rushing out the door, is that he is too.
Trouble
Tom
“So,” the Head says. “You’ve already had intercourse with the woman in your care, not twenty four hours after being put in charge.”
She’s not mincing words. Her expression is fierce, almost a little personally offended. She turns to me, her arms folded over her chest, her power suit all the more powerful for being worn with a glare.