The Cost Of Leverage - Part 3
Chapter Three – In The Office
The king ushered the woman into his office, politely holding the door open, giving a pleasant smile to one of the passing staff.
The woman remained standing, waiting for what was to come.
Once the taller man had closed, and locked the door, he turned and all semblance of kindness was gone from his features.
“Strip,” he ordered coldly, watching the woman with a predatory gaze.
Keeping her expression as neutral as she could, the woman obeyed, removing the layers of her apparel until she was bare before the king.
“Hands on the desk, you do not move,” he commanded.
Again, the woman did as ordered with as little emotion as possible. She did her best to remain still as the man came up behind her and leaned over her, the smooth silk of his shirt pressing against her bare back.
At first, he simply boxed her in. Hands next to hers, gently kissing the back of her neck and her throat where he could reach. He grew bored before long though, and soon the kisses turned harsher and his large hands found their way to the woman’s modest breasts. He starts kneading them, before his fingers find her nipples and he gently tugs and pinches the tender nubs.
The woman closes her eyes and tries to disassociate from the situation, but has difficulty in doing so – every time she comes close, there is a particularly harsh pinch or sharp bite from the man behind her, as if he knows what she’s attempting and refuses to allow it. Even through the cloth of his pants, she can feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against her.
The king smooths his palms down his unresisting partners ribs, over her hips, until he finally reaches the delicate folds at the apex of her thighs. He runs his fingers over the slit there, before inserting two into the tight entrance. He allows no time for her to adjust, instead thrusting and spreading to loosen the silken tunnel. It’s not long before he adds a third finger and continues prepping his partner.
After just a few minutes he removes his fingers from his partner and wastes no time in undoing his pants and pulling them down just enough to free his rigid cock. He thrusts into his partner and allows her no time to adjust to the larger intrusion.
The man surrounds the woman, arms trapping her in, and alternates between harsh panting, slight kisses to the back of her neck, and whispering in her ear.
“I’m going to breed you, the way you should be. Fuck you full of my cum and fill that pretty belly with my child."
The woman can’t completely contain her shiver, revulsion running through her veins, as the king continues to thrust harshly into her.
It doesn’t take too long, still far longer than the woman would have liked, for the man to reach his completion.
He finishes with a harsh bite at the woman’s throat and after a moment removes himself from the still pliant woman. The man cleans himself off and finishes pulling his pants up. He walks around the desk and sits in the large chair, and makes a show of looking through some files on the desk.
His spend still leaking slowly from her, the woman doesn’t move. She’s learned already, the hard way, that just because he’s finished doesn’t mean she is - there is no moving until he allows it.
It takes a few long minutes before the king finally speaks, “You can get dressed now and leave.”
The woman redresses as quickly as she can before unlocking the door and exiting the stifling room, trying to remain casual.
The man later notices, between going through actual reports, the faint marks and splinters where the woman had been gripping, and grins to himself.