38 - Owned

"Sometimes I think,

I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel."

― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

. . .

OLIVIA WOODS

I settled on Xerxes's chair with the laptop on my lap.

Xerxes instantly picked me up and sat me down on his lap. "Had fun?" He asked me, referring to the maze.

I nodded. "Yes, now I have to write an essay for econ." I blinked up at him. "You can help me."

He gave me an amused smile. "No." "Mean."

He kissed me. "Do you want me to me to make you beg again?"

They had not touched me since the punishment. Their kisses made me throb but I was too shy to ask them to touch me. And it felt like if I asked they'd make me beg more.

I looked away from him, down at my laptop.

I worked while sitting on his lap. He didn't disturb me much but pressed multiple kisses on my neck which made me throb with need. When I was done, he kept the laptop away. And sat me on his one thigh, my heat pressing on his hard muscles. He took something out of his pocket and sneaked his hands inside my t-shirt and then my bra.

He put the clamps on me. I whimpered, struggling in his grip.

He took his hands out and slapped my breasts, making me whimper more but stop struggling.

"Such a bad girl," he said in my ear threateningly. "You don't fucking move when I have you in my arms, yes?"

"Yes."

He pinched my clamped nipples. I whimpered again, tears filling my eyes. I was aching for him now. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy," I whispered.

"Get off my lap and kneel. About time you understand how to be a good girl."

I gulped and got off his lap, kneeling between his legs in the empty office. My eyes fell on the huge bulge in his pants. I gulped.

"Take your t-shirt and bra off," he ordered, sitting back and grabbing his glass of whisky from the seak, taking a sip.

With shaking hands I took off my t-shirt and then I clipped off my bra, making my small breasts bare for his heated gaze.

"Shorts and panties off."

I took them off as gracefully as I could. "Get under the desk."

I looked up at him. It was humiliating, being completely naked, kneeling between his legs, while he was completely clothed while sipping on his drink casually.

"You are going to sit 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 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, daddy."

He didn't say anything after that. I was there, between his legs, not saying anything, feeling my humiliation sink in and the ache between my thighs worsening.

XERXES CREED

She 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 her nipple clamps and then taking her hands off them. Trying to do everything to distract herself.

"Spread your thighs and put your hands on them."

She gasped as many words, looking up at me with wide eyes. I raised my eyebrows. She bit her lip and slowly parted those juicy thighs of her, exposing her little cunt which was glistening with her wetness. She put her small hands on her thighs, looking down.

I smirked and continued my work. She had just fifteen more minutes.

She was squirming more now. Probably because her knees hurt. I ignored her, drinking from my glass.

After fifteen minutes, I fisted her hair. "Get up and bend over the desk." I cleaned it up with one swoop for her. She stood up shakily and turned around, giving me the view of that perfect ass, and bend over the desk.

I grabbed her thighs and spread them, exposing her pussy.

"You are drenched, little whore." I caressed her outer lips with my finger. "And here I thought you were a good little girl." I chuckled as more wetness came out of her, trailing down her thigh.

"Daddy..." She whispered.

"Yes, little love?" I kissed the curve of her ass.

"P-Please touch me." She sniffled. We had not touched that sweet as fuck pussy for days.

"Why should I, hm?" I touched her clit lightly, she jumped at the touch. I chuckled. "Your little body is mine, baby. I own this pussy, too. I get to decide when you get to cum."

More wetness came out of her. She liked being owned - liked 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 me. She moved, hips wiggling, seeking more pleasure.

I spanked her. "Stay still."

She whimpered and nodded. "Y-Yes, daddy."

"Such a good girl." I spread her ass with my hands and kissed her pussy again. I spat on it, chuckling as she shivered wildly and sucked on her clit. With my thumb, I circled her other opening. She shivered and I waited for the protest but none came. My dirty little girl. I pressed my thumb there.

I sucked on her clit she was just there, on the edge. I pulled back and watched as more wetness leaked down her hole.

"D-Daddy, please." She let out a small sob. "Please." I hated her tears in general but this was different. I loved making her cry like this. Soon enough she'd be crying on my cock.

I stood up and picked her up, sitting her down on the desk. She looked at me, her face was red and she was sniffling.

"Please," she whispered.

I chuckled. "How much do you want it?" I put 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 harshly, she whimpered but opened her thighs invitingly. I grabbed her neck with my other hand and rubbed her. "Who am I, little love?"

"D-Daddy," she whispered, his hips lifting. She was right there. "And you are my little girl, yes?" I asked.

She nodded. "Y-Yes, daddy." She was shivering widely now, so close.

I pinched her clit. "Don't ever fucking forget that, little girl."

I rubbed her clit till she screamed and then I swallowed her scream in 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. I collected her in my arms, pressing kisses to her face.

"Good girl." I kissed her forehead.

She smiled tiredly, snuggling closer to me. "Daddy."

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