Chapter 49 : Please, It Hurts
Chapter 49: Please, It Hurts
Sophie
I took off my shorts and panties as gracefully as I could.
“Get under the desk.” Angelo ordered.
I looked up at him, it was humiliating being completely naked and kneeling between his legs while he was completely clothed and sipping on his drink casually.
“You are going to kneel here for half an hour while I work.” He said.
“I don't want to hear a sound from you, if I do, I will tie you to the bed with a vibrator on that little pussy for the whole night. Do you understand me, slut?” I gulped at the harsh words.
“Y..yes, sir.”
He didn't say anything after that, I was just there, between his legs and not saying anything. I felt my humiliation sink in and the ache between my thighs worsened.
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Angelo POV
Sophie looked too pretty kneeling between my legs like a good girl. I ran my hands through her hair while I worked, she was squirming, touching the nipple clamps and then taking her hands off them. She tried to do everything to distract herself.
“Spread your thighs and put your hands on them.”
She gasped at my words, looking up at me with wide eyes. I raised my eyebrows, she bit her lips and slowly parted those juicy thighs of hers, exposing her little pussy which was glistening with her wetness. She put her small hands on her thigh, looking down. I smirked and continued working, she had just fifteen more minutes. She was squirming more now, probably because her knees hurt and I ignored her, drinking from my glass.
After fifteen minutes had passed, I fisted her hair.
“Get up and bend over the desk.” I cleaned it up with one swoop of her. She stood up shakily and turned around, giving me the view of her perfect ass and bent over the desk. I grabbed her thighs and spread them apart, exposing her pussy.
“You are drenched, little slut.” I caressed her outer lips with my fingers.
“And here I thought you were a good little girl.” I chuckled as more wetness came out of her, trailing down her thigh.
“Sir,” she whispered.
“Yes, princess?” I kissed the curve of her ass.
“P…please touch me.” She sniffed. We hadn't touched that sweet as fúck pussy for days.
“Why should I?” I touched her clit lightly and she jumped at the feeling. I chuckled.
“Your little body is mine, princess. I own this pussy too and I get to decide when you get to cum.”
More wetness came out of her, she liked being owned, like being reminded that we owned her. I spread her cheeks apart, exposing all of her.
“So fucking pretty.” I kissed her pussy, slowly letting her melt into my touch. She moved, her hips wiggling and seeking more pleasure. I spanked her ass.
“Stag still.” shr whimpered and nodded her head regardless.
“Y..yes, sir.”
“Such a good girl.” I praised her.
I spread her ass with my hands and kissed her pussy again. I spat on it, chuckling as she shivered wildly and I sucked on her clit. With my thumb, I circled her other opening, she shivered and I waited for the protest but none came then I pressed my thumb there. Such a dirty little girl. I sucked on her clit, she was just there, on the edge and I pulled back and watched as more wetness leaked down her hole.
“P.. please, sir.” She let out a small sob.
“Please,” she cried.
I hated her tears in general but this was different, I love making her cry like this and soon enough she would be crying on my dick. I stood up and picked her up, sitting her down on the desk. She looked at me, her face was red and she was sniffing.
“Please,” she whispered and I chuckled.
“How much do you want it?” I teased, putting my hands on either side of her. There was about an inch between our lips.
“How much does my dirty little slut want to cum?”
“So much.” She whispered, sniffling.
“Please, it hurts.”
I put my finger on her clit and rubbed it harshly, she whimpered but opened her thighs invitingly. I grabbed her neck with my other hand and rubbed her.
“Who am I, princess?”
“D..daddy.” she whispered, her hips lifting. She was right there.
“And you are my little girl, right?” I asked and she nodded her head.
“Y..yes, daddy.” She was shivering widely now. She is so close. I pinched her clit.
“Don't ever fucking forgot that, little girl.”
I rubbed her clit till she screamed and then I swallowed her scream into my mouth, kissing her hard as I rubbed her clit through her orgasm. I let go of her when she started crying because of the overstimulation and I collected her into my arms, pressing kisses to her face.
“Good girl.” I kissed her forehead. She smiled tiredly, snuggling closer to me.
“Daddy,” she whispered.
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Luciano POV
“I will take care of her.” I said, my voice low with Sophie snuggled to my side.
“Go,” Angelo nodded, dropping a kiss to her forehead.
He walked out of her room, he had to go to a meeting. I hated meeting so I decided to stay back, Adriano was out looking for Raphael.
“Daddy?” I looked down at her.
“Yes, baby?”
She didn't say anything, just snuggled into me more. I chuckled, pulling her over to my chest and she fisted my shirt in her hands.
“Daddy?” She called again.
“Yes?” I replied.
“Nothing,” She muttered as I rolled my eyes, she was a brat even in her subspace. I got off the bed with her in my arms.
“Let's put you in the jacuzzi.”
She nodded into my chest, I walked inside the bathroom and sat her down on the counter. I took off the shirt she was wearing, exposing her body and her nipples were red and swollen and her eyes were half open. I picked her up and sat her down in the empty jacuzzi, I started it and the lukewarm water filled it in mere seconds. She watched this with wide eyes. I sat down on the edge of it and grabbed her shoulders, gently messaging them. She melted into me, slightly happily. I washed her hair thoroughly while she stared at the bubbles poking some of them.
When I was done, I picked her up and wrapped a towel around her and set her down on the counter. I dried her hair as much as I could without messing them up while she swayed her legs back and forth. I picked her up and walked out of the bathroom, I sat her down on the bed.
“Let me grab you a shirt.” I kissed her forehead and went to the closet to grab one of my t-shirts. I grabbed a casual black one and walked out of the closet. Her hand was on a drawer handle, my guns were inside with her file.