Chapter 111 Her Lips Around My Thick Cock

Chapter 111 Her Lips Around My Thick Cock
Knox

I sit behind my desk, chest so tight it hurts to breathe. The image won’t leave my head. Ethan’s mouth on hers, her soft laugh right after. 

My fingers dig into the armrests until the leather creaks.

“Emma,” I say, voice low and dangerous. “You let him kiss you?”

She stands in front of my desk, twisting her fingers together. For a second she looks nervous. Then her eyes lift to mine. There’s a spark of defiance there that makes my cock twitch even through the anger.

“I didn’t mean to kiss him,” she said. “I was happy to see him and—”

“You let him put his filthy hands on you,” I cut her off. My voice comes out rough, edged with fury.

She lifts her chin. “It’s not like I owe you an explanation. I don’t complain when you have sex with my mother, do I? I can be with whoever I choose. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

The words hit like a slap. I spring up from my chair so fast it rolls back and hits the wall. “Really, Emma? I see.”

Rage surges through my veins, not just at her, but at myself. 

I listened to Gina. She begged me to reinstate the boy, went on and on about his potential, his talent, how good he would be for the team. I gave in because I wanted to make her happy. And now I have a front-row seat to him trying to take what’s mine.

No. Not happening.

I cross the office in three long strides and twist the lock on the door. The click is loud in the quiet room. I turn back to her.

Emma hasn’t moved. Her breathing is faster now. Her eyes follow me as I walk slowly behind her.

I stop right at her back. My hands slide around her waist and lock tight, pulling her flush against me. She gasps softly when she feels how hard I already am.

I bend down to her ear. My voice drops to a dark whisper.

“I’ll punish you for being such a bad girl.” I tighten my grip. “Now kneel for Daddy.”

She shivers against me. For a second she doesn’t move. Then, slowly, she sinks to her knees on the floor.

I step around to face her. She looks up at me with those wide eyes, part defiance, part need. It’s fucking beautiful.

“Hands behind your back,” I order.

She obeys instantly, crossing her wrists at the small of her back.

“Good girl.” I reach down and grip her chin, tilting her face up. “You think you can let another man touch what’s mine and walk away without consequences?”

“I didn’t mean…”

I press my thumb against her lips, silencing her. “You don’t speak unless I tell you to. Understand?”

She nods once.

I release her chin and unbuckle my belt. The metal clinks. I pull the leather free in one smooth motion and loop it around her wrists, binding them tight but not cruel. She tests the hold, a small whimper escaping when she realizes she can’t pull free.

I step closer. My cock strains against my pants, right at her eye level.

“Open,” I say.

Her lips part. I slide my thumb inside, letting her tongue swirl around it. Then I pull out and replace it with two fingers, pushing deeper until she gags softly.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Show Daddy how sorry you are.”

I withdraw my fingers and undo my fly. My cock springs free, thick and heavy. A bead of pre-cum already glistens at the tip.

“Take me in your mouth. Slow.”

She leans forward, lips wrapping around the head. Her tongue flicks over the slit and I groan low in my throat. She takes me deeper, cheeks hollowing as she sucks. I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her pace.

“Deeper,” I growl.

She tries. Her throat tightens around me. Tears gather at the corners of her eyes, but she doesn’t stop. She never stops when I push her like this.

I pull out suddenly. She gasps for air, lips shiny and swollen.

“Stand up.”

She rises on shaky legs. I spin her around, bend her over the desk, and kick her feet apart. Her bound hands press against her lower back. I yank her skirt up to her waist and rip her panties down her thighs.

“Look at you,” I say, sliding two fingers between her folds. “So fucking wet already. You like being punished, don’t you?”

She moans, hips pushing back against my hand.

I slap her ass hard. The sound cracks through the room. She cries out.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers.

I slap the other cheek. Harder. Her skin blooms pink under my palm.

“I’ll thrust inside you with one brutal stroke.” I line myself up and thrust inside her in one brutal stroke.

She screams my name. I don’t give her time to adjust. I fuck her hard, deep, each thrust shoving her forward against the desk. Papers scatter. A pen rolls to the floor.

“You belong to me,” I growl, gripping her hips so tight I know I’ll leave marks. “Say it.”

“I belong to you,” she gasps.

“Again.”

“I belong to you….daddy!”

I rub fast circles on her clit. She trembles, thighs shaking. I feel her start to tighten around me.

“Not yet,” I snarl. I pull out completely.

She whimpers in frustration.

I thrust back inside her, spreading her legs wide. This time I go slow, agonizingly slow, watching her face every time I bottom out.

“Look at me,” I order.

Her eyes lock on mine. They’re glassy, desperate.

“Beg.”

“Please,” she breathes. “Please let me come. I’m sorry, I won’t let him touch me again. I swear. Please, Daddy.”

I increase my speed. I thrust harder and deeper. My thumb finds her clit again.

“Come,” I command. “Come all over my cock like a good girl.”

She breaks apart. Her back moves upward off the desk surface. A broken cry bursts from her throat as she moves around me.

I have reached my limit of restraint. I penetrate deep inside her body while I release my cum with forceful grunts which fills her entire being.

We begin to breathe together for an extended period while covered in sweat and our heart beating wildly.

I lean down and kiss her softly this time. 

“I own you completely,” I say.

She nods her head while her eyes become gentle. “Yours.”

I pull out from her and adjust her clothes. Then I untie her hands.

Red marks circle her wrists. I apply gentle pressure while I move my hand across the affected skin area.

“Better?” I ask.

She smiles.“Much better.”

I kiss her forehead. “No more Ethan kisses. Understand?”

She nods again. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Not done yet, baby,” I growl low in her ear. “Daddy’s far from done.”

I reach into the bottom drawer of my desk, where I keep things she doesn’t know about yet and pull out the thick, black silicone dildo I bought just for moments like this. 

Her eyes widen when she sees it.

“Knox…” She speaks with a voice that trembles between fear and hunger.

“Quiet.” I flip her onto her stomach again, chest pressed to the desk, ass up. 

“Look how greedy this cunt is,” I mutter. “Still dripping my cum and already begging for more.”

I press the fat head of the dildo against her entrance. She tenses. I start moving forward with a gradual stroke.

She lets out a gasp followed by a long broken moan which continues until her body reaches complete fullness.

“Fuck, too big,” she whines.

“You can take it,” I say, voice rough. “You’re going to take every fucking inch while I watch.”

I start thrusting, long, deep strokes that make wet, filthy sounds every time I pull out. 

Her body holds onto the dildo as if she wants to pull it deeper into herself. I use an angle so that the ridges will drag across her G-spot.

“Oh God. Knox, please…”

I spank her ass with great force. “Please what, slut?”

“Harder,” she sobs. “Fuck me harder with it.”

I give her what she wants. The dildo goes into her body with great speed and violent thrusts.

Her body moves forward on the desk. Papers float away in the air. Her moans transformed into urgent high-pitched screams. 

Her pussy drip my cum and her slick juice. Which runs down her thighs.

“You love this, don’t you?” I growl, leaning over her back. “Love being stuffed full like a dirty little toy while I watch you fall apart.”

“Yes. Yes Daddy. I…love it.”

I reach under her and pinch her clit between my fingers, rolling it fast. She screams while her back arches and her pussy tightens so forcefully around the dildo.

“Come again,” I order. “Come all over this fat cock while my cum is still leaking out of you.”

She shatters. Her body begins to shake uncontrollably. My hand becomes wet through a stream of her juice which spreads across the surface of the desk. 

I pull the dildo out, and fuck her mercilessly.

Then, three sharp knocks sound on the door.

We freeze.

My heart pounds against my chest while Emma stares with eyes wide open, her mouth forming a silent gasp.

My hand clams hard over her mouth.

“Quiet,” I whisper against her ear. “Not a fucking sound.”

Another knock.

I smirk against her neck.

Whoever it is… they can wait.