Chapter 6: Chapter 6

\[ LUKE’S POV \]

I began to move, a slow, punishing grind that drew a broken sob from her throat. With every thrust, the desk groaned beneath us, so much that it protested, and matched the soft thudding of our hearts. She was tight, wet, and wrapped around my dick like she never wanted to let go.

"Please... Luke... more, uhhh," she whimpered, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me even deeper into her.

What a sly frucking dick slut she is.

I didn't need to be told twice. I gripped her hips, and fuck her hard on the table, I picked up the pace, while my restraint snapped like a dry twig.

I reached down and gripped her waist, my fingers sinking into her soft skin as I lifted her. "Turn over, Ariana," I commanded, my voice dropping into a low, gravelly rasp. "I want to see you from behind. I want to see exactly what I’m about to claim."

She moved like she was in a trance, her breath coming in short, jagged hitches as she flipped over on the desk. She went down on her elbows, her spine arching beautifully, her rounded ass as her backside tilted up toward me. The sight was enough to blur my vision. She was trembling, the pale skin of her thighs flushed a deep, rosy pink from the friction of the wood and the heat of our bodies.

I stood there for a second, just taking her in. She looked so small, so vulnerable, yet so hungry. Hunger I’m so fucking ready to satisfy.

"You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven't you?" I murmured. "Bringing those toys into your mother's house. Making a scene in the house of my father."

"I... I didn't mean to, Luke," she whimpered, her voice muffled against her own arms. "I just... I wanted to feel something."

"Oh, you're going to feel something now," I promised.

I raised my palm and brought it down hard against the cheek of her ass. The crack echoed through the silent, dusty office like a gunshot.

"Ah!" she cried out, her body jolting. The shock of the sting clearly caught her off guard, but as the initial pain faded, I heard her let out a long, shaky moan. A bright red handprint began to bloom on her skin.

"Did you like that, Ariana? Or should I be more 'pastoral' with my discipline?"

"More," she gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles turned white. "Please, Luke... more."

I didn't hold back. I rained down several more slaps, the sharp thwack-thwack-thwack filling the room. I wanted her skin hot. I wanted her nerves on fire. By the time I stopped, her backside was glowing, a beautiful, angry red that contrasted sharply with the rest of her pale body. She was sobbing now, but they weren't tears of pain, they were tears of pure, unadulterated arousal. She was leaking, her honey pot was dripping down onto the dark wood of my desk.

"You’re so ready for me," I growled. I reached down and gripped my cock, which was thumping so hard it felt like it might burst. I guided the head to her entrance, feeling the blistering heat radiating off her.

I didn't just shove it in. I teased her. I dragged the tip along her slit, coating myself in her slickness, listening to her whimper and beg.

"Luke, please," she begged, her head tossing from side to side. "I can't take it... just put it in. Please, fuck me."

"Say it again," I whispered, leaning down so my chest was pressed against her back, my mouth right against her ear. "Tell me exactly what you want your Luke to do to you."

"I want you to fuck me!" she screamed, though it came out as a strained, husky whisper. "Put your cock inside me and ruin me!"

I didn't need to hear another word. I gripped her hips, anchoring her in place, and slid inside her. I went slow, feeling every ridge of her internal walls as they stretched to accommodate my width. She was so tight it felt like she was trying to squeeze the life out of me.

"Oh... oh God," she breathed, her voice breaking. "You’re so... you’re so big. It feels... It’s too much."

"It's exactly what you need," I replied, beginning a slow, I pulled out almost all the way, until only the head was still inside, then drove back in with a heavy, wet thud.

The desk groaned under our weight. I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming harder, more primal. I wasn't thinking about the sermon for next Sunday. I wasn't thinking about the congregation or the rules. All I could think about was the way she felt, the way her pussy wrapped around my dick like a glove, the way she cried out my name every time I hit her deepest point.

"You're mine, Ariana," I grunted, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Do you hear me? No more toys. No more Doris. Just me."

"Yes!" she wailed, her climax beginning to roll over her again. "Just you! Only you!"

I felt her walls begin to spasm, those delicious, clenching contractions that told me she was crashing over the edge. I didn't stop. I pushed even harder, my own climax building like a tidal wave behind my navel. I buried my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her sweat and the faint hint of incense, and let go.

The office was silent now, save for the sound of our heavy, synchronized breathing and the distant, muffled murmur of a television in the visitor’s center. The air felt heavy, charged with the scent of our encounter.

I pulled out of her slowly, the wet, sliding sound echoing off the wood. Ariana collapsed forward, her cheek resting against the desk, her skin still glowing a vibrant, angry red from my handprints. She looked utterly wrecked, hair a tangled mess, eyes glazed with a dazed, post-orgasmic fog.

"Stay still," I whispered, my voice returning to its calm, steady tone, though my pulse was still thrumming in my throat.

I moved to the small sink in the corner of the office, hidden behind a wooden screen. I grabbed a clean white hand towel and ran it under the warm water. I could hear her shifting on the desk, the soft rustle of her skin against the wood.

"Luke..." she breathed, her voice small and shaky. "My mom... she's right out there."

"I know," I said, walking back to her. I stood between her legs again, but this time, my touch was clinical, almost tender. I began to wipe the evidence of our sin from her inner thighs. The warm water seemed to bring her back to reality, her muscles flinching slightly at the contact. "We need to get you presentable. She can't see you like this."