Chapter 69 Sixty Nine
Izzy’s body trembled, wracked with desperate pleasure.
And he didn’t stop.
His tongue kept fucking her, faster, harder, driving her wild. She was right on the edge, quivering, gasping, moaning… when suddenly he pulled back.
She looked up at him, eyes wide, pleading, silently begging for more.
He slid a hand into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, expensive blue fountain pen.. exactly the kind that screamed Dominic.
“You want to cum, don’t you?” His dark eyes locked on hers, voice low and commanding.
Izzy’s breath hitched, hips still trembling from need. She nodded, unable to look away.
“Then take it… with that slutty pussy of yours,” he said, voice thick and dark.
Before she could breathe—before she could even think—Dominic grabbed her thigh, spreading her open wider with one firm hand…
And then he pushed the cool, smooth metal of the fountain pen inside her soaked, throbbing pussy.
Izzy gasped… loud, sharp… her whole body jolting at the cold hardness sliding into her heat, her walls clenching around it instantly.
Her mouth flew open…
a broken scream ripping out of her…
But Dominic was faster.
His hand clamped over her lips, smothering the sound, fingers pressing into her cheek as his body pinned her in place.
“Ssh…” he breathed into her ear, his voice a hot, wicked warning.
“You’ll get us caught. And then I’ll really have to punish you.”
The words slid down her spine like a shiver.
The pen moved again…slow for a heartbeat, just enough for her to feel every nerve light up...
Then driving it into her harder, faster, the cool metal disappearing into the messy, dripping heat of her pussy.
In. Out. In. Out.
Sharp. Smooth. Deep.
The slick, filthy sound filled the air..wet, obscene, echoing under his low breathing and her muffled whimpers against his palm.
Her hips jerked.
Her thighs shook.
Her body writhed helplessly.
Dominic didn’t stop. He fucked her with that pen flirty and raw
“See you dripping all over this desk,” he growled, thrusting the pen deeper, watching it vanish into her again. “Look how greedy your pussy is.”
Izzy moaned against his hand, the sound muffled… desperate and wrecked.
Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, her whole body jerking every time that sleek pen slammed into her.
He knew exactly where to hit.
Exactly how to ruin her.
The tip scraped over that spot inside that wicked, shaking, melt-her-from-the-inside spot like he had mapped her out, memorized her, owned her.
Her thighs trembled.
Her hips lifted automatically, chasing the next thrust, begging for it.
Dominic leaned in, teeth grazing her ear.
“Feel that, baby?” he murmured darkly.
“Your pussy squeezing around a pen like it’s starving for cock.”
Another deep stroke… slow, cruel…
and her whole body tightened under him, a helpless cry swallowed beneath his palm.
He smirked against her neck. ”Yeah. Just like that.”
“Fucking soaked,” he muttered, voice rough, hungry.“You’re gonna cum on a pen like a desperate little slut.”
Izzy tried to nod..
tried to say yes,
tried to give him anything… but his palm stayed tight over her mouth, swallowing every sound she made.
Her cries slipped out as muffled, trembling moans.
Her chest heaved.
Her thighs shook.
Tears clung to her lashes from how hard she was fighting the orgasm clawing up her spine.
Dominic leaned closer… slow, claiming, deliberate.. his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Come for me,” he whispered.
Dark. Soft. Dangerous.
“Come while this pen writes my name inside your pussy… telling you who you belong to.”
He thrust the pen deeper… one ruthless, perfect stroke… and her entire body arched, breaking… Jerking… the pressure was too much.
She was right there, about to fall apart around the pen when he suddenly yanked it out, slick and dripping.
“Not yet,” he growled.
He tossed the pen aside like it meant nothing…
like he knew damn well she would never look at a pen the same way again.
“You don’t get to cum that easily.”
Izzy didn’t even have time to breathe.
In one swift, dominating motion, he grabbed her waist, spun her around, and bent her face-down over the desk.
Her cheek hit the cool surface…and she gasped, more from the speed of it than the cold.
Dominic kicked her legs wider, yanked her ass back toward him, and lifted her skirt all the way up.
Her pussy was swollen, dripping, desperate for friction…for anything.
SMACK!
His palm slammed onto her bare ass.
“F…fuck!” she cried, her voice echoing too loud, too wild.
“That’s for screaming,” he said, spanking her again… lower this time, dangerously close to where she throbbed.”Someone might walk in. And then what?”
Another slap, sharp and stinging.
“You want everyone to see what a needy little slut you are for me?”
Her breath broke.
He slid his hand between her cheeks, fingers spreading her open so he could look at how soaked she was..pussy clenching around nothing.
His voice dropped, wicked and satisfied.
“It’s time to give you what your slutty pussy really yearns for.”He chuckled low. Sinful. Promising ruin.