Chapter 55 The Burning Punishment (21+)

Chapter 55 The Burning Punishment (21+)

The green wooden door was forced open with one powerful shove. Emeli did not even have time to scream as Ken's muscular arm slipped under her armpits, dragging her body out of Maya's rented room without caring about her friend's tears and protests. Throughout the journey back to the penthouse, the silence inside Ken's sports car felt more ominous than the thunderstorm outside. Ken did not utter a single word, yet his grip on the steering wheel was enough to explain everything.
As soon as the main door of the penthouse closed with a loud thud, Ken immediately yanked Emeli's body, spinning her around until her back hit the solid door leaf.
"K-Ken... let go," Emeli groaned, trying to push the broad chest in front of her.
Ken did not acknowledge those words. His dark eyes flashed with pent-up anger and passion. He leaned down, instantly locking Emeli's lips in a hot, demanding kiss. There was no softness there; there was only absolute dominance that burned. Ken devoured Emeli's lips ravenously, forcing her to open her mouth and accept every rough suck as a sign that her escape tonight was the biggest mistake.
Emeli let out a muffled moan, her fingers digging into the shoulders of Ken's suit jacket as the kiss began to rob her of her entire oxygen supply. Before she could even catch her breath, Ken quickly spun her body until Emeli was now facing the door, with her back to him.
Ken pressed his body from behind, trapping Emeli between his sturdy build and the surface of the door. He tilted his head, showering the nape and the back of Emeli's neck with wet, hot kisses, leaving new marks on the sensitive skin. Along with that, both of Ken's hands slipped inside the loose t-shirt Emeli was wearing, moving upward and immediately squeezing her pair of plump breasts with demanding pressure.
"Aaaah... Ken..." Emeli threw her head back, her eyes tightly shut as a thrilling, pleasurable sensation began to creep from her chest toward the lower part of her body.
Ken stopped his kisses on her neck for a moment, whispering right into Emeli's ear in a husky, trembling voice. "Call my name once more, Emeli. Say who owns you."
"Aaahhh Ken... w-why..." Emeli bit her lower lip, cursing herself because her body was actually betraying her mind. This man's rough yet passionate touch always succeeded in paralyzing her common sense. "Ken... why does your touch make it so hard for my body to refuse... Damn you, Ken!"
Hearing the curse that was full of surrender, Ken smiled with satisfaction. He yanked Emeli's loose t-shirt upward, turning her body back around to face him. Without releasing his hot kiss on Emeli's lips, Ken's right hand moved downward, feeling the waistband of the sweatpants Emeli was wearing and then sliding them down along with her underwear in one swift motion.
Ken lifted Emeli's body, which was now completely naked from the waist down, carrying her a few steps toward the marble console table in the penthouse's entrance hallway. He sat Emeli down on top of the cold marble surface, making her flinch due to the contrasting temperature of the room and the heat of their bodies.
Ken released his belt and lowered the zipper of his own pants. Without giving Emeli any time to prepare, he pulled out his length, which was already hardened to the maximum, and immediately thrust it inside Emeli's intimacy, which was beginning to get wet.
"Ahhh! Ken!" Emeli screamed, her hands reflexively gripping Ken's shirt collar tightly as the intense fullness rammed into the inside of her. She let out a long sigh, hiding her flushed face in the crook of the man's neck. "Wow... Ken..."
"This is your punishment for trying to run, Baby," Ken whispered with ragged breath.
The man immediately took on a fast and powerful rhythm. Every thrust of his hips hit deep, making Emeli's body shake on top of the marble table. Ken intentionally gave no pause, letting the pounding pleasure dominate Emeli's entire awareness. "Tell me, the punishment is pleasurable, isn't it?"
"Ah, ah, yes... Ken, enough... d-don't go too deep," Emeli babbled with teary eyes. This sudden, exploding passion overwhelmed her, crushing all the self-esteem she had managed to maintain earlier.
Ken did not listen. The burning possessiveness made him want to drive his mark as deep as possible. After a few minutes in that position, Ken pulled his length out, leaving Emeli sighing with a sense of loss for a moment. He lowered Emeli from the table, then turned her body around so she was on her hands and knees on top of the thick fur carpet near the hallway.
"Ken, no... the position..." Emeli protested weakly, but her hips were already locked by Ken's two muscular hands.
Ken entered again from behind with one firm push. This doggy-style position made their union feel much tighter and deeper. Ken quickened his movements, holding Emeli's waist tightly as the sound of their skin friction filled the room. Emeli could only prop herself up on both elbows on the floor, shaking her head in frustration because the pleasure came repeatedly like rolling waves.
"Ken... I... I'm going to come... ahh!" Emeli screamed, her body tensing violently as the first contractions of orgasm began to hit the walls of her womb.
Ken growled low, following Emeli's rhythm until they both reached the peak together in that position. Their breaths chased each other in the silence of the room.
However, Ken's punishment was not over. The man's hunger seemed to have no end tonight. A few moments after the first release, Ken laid his own body down on the carpeted floor, then pulled Emeli's body so she was on top of him.
"Now it's your turn to move, Emeli," Ken commanded in a heavy voice, looking up at the woman above him with a dominating gaze despite being underneath. "Show me how big your regret is."
Emeli, who was still panting, stared into Ken's dark eyes. Driven by the remnants of passion that were reignited by the touch of Ken's hands on her hips, Emeli straightened her body. She guided Ken's length to enter inside her again, then began to move her hips up and down, taking control over the rhythm of the game.
"Ahhh... like that, Baby... keep going," Ken groaned, his eyes narrowing as he enjoyed every warm squeeze Emeli gave from above. Both of Ken's hands moved up, squeezing Emeli's breasts that swung along with her movements, adding to the intensity of the pleasure between them.
Emeli squealed high, quickening her movements as she felt her sensitive spot rub perfectly again. The two locked eyes in that position, channeling mixed emotions—between anger, dominance, and a passion too strong to be extinguished.
Until finally, Ken felt unsatisfied just being on the bottom. He gripped Emeli's hips, flipping their positions in one swift motion until they were both standing. Ken pressed Emeli's body against the nearest wall, forcing both of the woman's palms to press against the cold wall surface to support her body weight.
From that standing position facing away, Ken thrust his length again with the remaining energy they had left. These final thrusts felt so demanding and exhausting, yet neither of them wanted to stop. Emeli's body trembled violently, her fingers scratching the wall along with the sound of their sighs echoing back and forth, cutting through the night.
"Ken... t-together... ahh!" Emeli whimpered with an awareness that was already on the brink of the limit.
Ken tightened his embrace on Emeli's stomach from behind, quickening his thrusts extremely until a few moments later, a long growl escaped Ken's lips along with Emeli's shriek of satisfaction. Warm fluid filled Emeli's womb once again, marking the end of the hot game that drained all of their energy that night.
Both collapsed together on top of the carpeted floor, holding each other with ragged brea
th and bodies drenched in sweat.