39. Fucking Beautiful

**DAY TWO**

“You look so beautiful with my cock inside your lying mouth.” I sneer, pulling her face away from my erected cock and give her a stare that only rare art deserves.

“Beautiful.” I breathe deeply.

Emara’s cheeks blushes with embarrassment, the tip of her nose reddening in shame and swollen lips drooling with wetness.

“Fucking beautiful!” I growl, pushing her lying mouth onto my cock once more.

I have been imagining her, dreaming about her tantalizing body for days and now that she is finally here, satisfaction feels farther away than ever.

The hunger is only increasing and I can’t stop thinking how amazing her mouth feels from inside, where no one else has ever been.

*Only if she was willing to do it..*

Because it all feels one-sided and she is completely clueless about what to do.

I grab her by hair once again and make her move on my hard-on. I love the feeling of her soft locks in my fist and her *hot-wet* mouth around my cock is intoxicating.

“Do you know how many women want to be in this position where you are?” I chime, recalling the countless offers I receive every time I visit the club.

All a woman desire is a successful man with resources, that other women can’t have.

And I am all the man what every woman needs.

“Do you know how lucky you are?” I lick the pride off my lips.

Any girl would be doing a better job right now, but I don’t want any girl.

*I want her.*

Emara twitches on her spot, and sheepishly clenches her thighs. Embarrassment paints her face and I fucking love that view.

Nothing feels more gratifying than watching a girl so full of attitude, sitting on her knees like a bitch and sucking you off.

A dark need pulsates through me and I push her head deeper on my cock, hitting her throat. *Yes. Fuck, yes!*

Her naked breast brushes against my knee and I inhale deeply. All the blood cells in my body rushes over to the cap, feeling tingly and excited.

*That damn lucky knee!*

Suddenly, her hazel eyes lock into mine, sending a shiver down my spine as she stares directly into the depths of my animal.

Chills race down my legs as Emara bravely holds my gaze, as if she is the one in control. Her boldness catches me off guard and I breathe in sharply, twitching in her mouth.

“Emara..” A moan escapes my lips, and my eyes shut for a moment in pleasure.

*She is sucking me in.*

*She is taking me in, deep, all the way.*

I can feel the tip of my cock brushing against the back of her throat and it feels heaven.

*Fucckkk!*

In the sudden intensity of the moment, I feel my body react uncontrollably. A deep breath releases from me, and I climax, releasing inside her.

Her body jerks with abrupt intrusion, almost in distaste and I pull out my cock, cumming onto her chest instead.

Emara gasps, a look of shock overtakes her features as she stares at the stains spreading across her only piece of clothing.

Despite the intense wave of ecstasy rippling through me, I regain control of the situation.

“Go change.” I command, hastily adjusting myself.

As the feeling of pleasure lingers away, a strange unease spreads through me, but I quickly gulp it down, before ordering her, “And make sure my lunch is unspitten.”

Unable to maintain eye-contact with her, I stand up and walk away as fast as I could, with the increasing heaviness in my chest.

My feet echo through the hall as I hastily put distance between us and this edgy feeling which is somehow compressing my heart from all the sides.

I realize, it’s *guilt*.

Guilt of using her for my pleasure, without giving anything in return. Not even a small consideration, or care.

My steps quicken as I try to outrun the discomfort building inside me. Fuck it!

I don’t like this hangdog feeling I am going through right now and rush to the bathroom, locking myself in.

Confronting my reflection in the mirror, I see a coward man who couldn’t even face a girl after using her.

“Pathetic.” I mutter to myself.

I know my actions must have tainted her memory and left a negative impact on her brain, that could possibly cause a trauma in her life. All because of me.

The realization hits me full force and I feel a physical pain in my chest.

*I fucking hate this feeling!*

Filled with self-disgust, I look away from my reflection. In a desperate attempt to escape these feelings, I fumble through the cupboard for a pill to dull the sharp edges of remorse piercing my chest.

It’s a temporary solution to my guilt.

After swallowing a Xanax, I head to the gym to beat out my frustration. I wrap my swollen knuckles, gearing up for a physical purge of my internal chaos.

*Emara brought this upon herself!*

I reason with my mind, while punching the bag with growing distress.

*She had to be taught!*

I try to convince myself that my dickhead behaviour was a necessary lesson she needed to learn. A tit-for-tat for her childish ways.

Yet, my justifications sound hollow. My attempts to rationalize my asshole behaviour, falls low against the backdrop of my escalating regret.

I purposely use my injured hand, and deliberately feel the pain pulsating through me with every hit, like a punishment.

Just then, Emara emerges from her room. My eyes briefly meet hers, then trail down to the towel she is gripping.

*She got to be fucking messing with me!*

The guilt replaces with anger as I don’t see her in the lingeries I so badly wanted to see her in.

My fists propel faster and harder into the punching bag as rage levels up in me.

I explicitly told her to change, yet she is back in a towel, provoking a new wave of fury within me.

Each thud against the bag grows fiercer, fueling my frustration.

*She will wear them!*

* *Thud* *

*She will regret crossing me!*

* *Thud* *

*I will make her!*

Looking up, I see Emara is gone and the sandbag stares back at me with a twisted look.

Enough of workout for today.

Checking my schedule, I see a meeting in ten minutes and I hit for a shower, before changing into formals and heading towards the kitchen to click pictures of my burnt countertop.

I see Emara near the living room, draped in a towel while cleaning the table and couch with her delicate hands.

A soft beat thuds through me as I watch her, in my home, my living room which normally echoes of haunted silence.

*It feels good to see her in my house.*

Suddenly, her foot accidentally hits the table leg and she stumbles, nearly falling to her teeth.

My heart jumps to my throat, ready to do a miraculous long-jump from ten meters away to catch her, but she quickly regains her balance and walks away like nothing happened.

Whereas I feel this sudden need to go check her leg and see if she hurt her pretty little toes or not.

*God, she is so clumsy.. It is giving me a heart attack!*

Shaking my head, I make my way towards my home-office to attend the meeting in solitude. Sitting at my desk, I click on Google-Meet to join in with the product team.

“Good morning John, Patricia, Mark, Henry, Andrew. Let’s get down to crack this bull.” I begin without delay.