I was standing below the most luxurious hotel, I entered the lobby and approached the reception, before I could say a word the man behind the desk spoke, "Greetings Miss. Lily, follow me Mr. Oliver are waiting for you. "
He got up from his chair and lead me to elevator, the moment I stepped out of the elevator I knew that I made a mistake by agreeing to come here, the door to his suit was open, he was sure that no one will dare to disturb him.
I entered the room, the smell of roses hitting my nose. Oliver was standing at the big widow probably appreciating how small humans look infront of him. My own thought made me giggle which grabbed his attention and in a moment a gun was drawn out and pointed at me.
I gasped and took few steps back, "It is me Mr. Oliver." He dropped the gun and took a step in my direction like a lion coming near it's prey. After reaching me he closed the door behind us and the lock was clicked in place, telling me that I'm not going back without being marked by him again.
"So you did decided to come. Good girl." He caressed my cheek with back of his hand and twirled my hair lock around his fingers. A tug to my lock and I was stumbling towards him, he steadied me. His fingers travelled down my body in a featherlight touch, making me gasp for breathe as his finger circled my already hard as stone nipple.
"So fucking eager still Angel." He growled, like he was the one getting teased instead of me. He pushed my hair away, and stared at my neck, I looked at him, confused about the sudden change in his demeanor. His hand shoot out to touch my neck, I jumped a little as his warm fingers brushed my neck and that was when it striked me that he was staring at the mark Barron left on me yesterday!
I took a shaky breath, and something changed in Oliver's behavior again. The next thing I knew was, he was carrying me over his shoulder.
He threw me on bed and took off his blazer and ripped his shirt off. His eyes were pinning me to mattress, he pounced on me and ripped my frock off of me, the material of my clothes bruising me and tearing under his brutal yanking.
I yelped and at same time he crushed his lips against mine, making me speechless and forget all the reasons why this is wrong. Wrapping my legs and arms around him I pulled him closer, feeling his hard on against my panties, I whimpered and grinded against him. His fingers wrapped around my throat and he pulled away, and looked down at me, "Has he fucked you?"
My mind was still swimming in that breathtaking kiss, and the fog of need and lust was hanging heavy on my head, I shook my head, and Oliver looked down and said, "I won't be gentle." That was the only warning I got before he pushed my panties aside, and stuffed his index and middle finger in my pussy. The sudden invading of his fingers made my hips shoot up from bed. "I will erase the memory of that asshole from your body, I will erase his marks and mark you as mine again, I'll remind you who is the owner of this body, soul and mind."
The wet sounds of my own arousal embarrassed me and at the same time it made me more wet. "Fuck do you hear how wet your cunt is? And that also because of me, only I can make you drip like this." He curled his fingers and then moved them in an up and down motion, rubbing the g-spot making my toes curl and screams to bubble up to surface. Heel of his palm grinding and rubbing my clit at a merciless speed.
I nearly felt him pulling my soul out of me as he fingered me. The wet sound of his fingers fucking me filling the room up along with my moans and his groans, the tingles travelling down my abdomen to my thighs, sweat gathering at my hairline. I felt the pleasure getting overbearing and I was about to go over the edge, when he pulled his fingers out, causing my hips to shoot up again. My nails digging in his arm as I whimpered loudly, looking down at him. He was sitting at my feet like a Greek God, all sexy. His 6 ft tall frame towering over me. I glared at him and he smirked back.
"Oh did someone's pleasure got spoiled? hmm Angel? Did someone denied you?" He lifted his dripping, slick wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean making me clench my pussy around nothing. I growled ready to attack him like a wild cat about to demand for my pleasure when he crawled over me again, his fingers wrapping around my throat.
"Can you feel it? Do you feel that burn? The burn of desperation? Now do you understand how hard it was for me to survive these last 5 years? Missing the warmth of your love and going crazy with the need to hold you, and fuck you hard."
He circled my clit with his fingers and slowly moved down to circle my entrance again. He pulled his fingers away, my wetness covering them. I looked at his fingers and opened my mouth, it felt like I needed no verbal order cause I knew him better than himself. Pushing his wet fingers in my mouth, he fucked my mouth with them, moaning around his fingers I relaxed my throat more.
"Feel it. Taste your amazing juices which drives me crazy, feel how wet you are getting, just like a slut. I bet your cunt is soaking wet now and if I push my hard cock in your now it would glid in easily." His hold on my throat tightened and he pulled his fingers out of my mouth, stuffed them inside me again, curling his finger he touched all the right spots, making me shiver and spasm around. His hand on my throat making me impossibly wet, and it caused the room to fill with wet sounds of his fingers moving inside me.
My eyelids started to close and I was about to go over the edge in heaven. The tingles, need and pressure building in me stronger, "Yes,yes, yes, please. Please Oliver. Fuck!" I exclaimed as I knew I was right on the edge and he ripped his fingers away, making my hips to shoot up and hump in air, seeking for a light contact, I whimper with frustration. I went to get up but he hand on my throat pinned me down harder. Even featherlight touch was enough to set me off, my clit was throbbing hard, making it impossible for me to think straight. I whimpered and a small sob escaped through my lips. "Why!?" I asked through my haze and needy frustration.
"You have to understand and learn your lesson for running away. You have to understand that there are consequences of your every single word, decision and step you take. If you are big enough to run then be big enough to take this too." With those words his fingers went back on my clit again, circling and pinching it causing my hips to twist and my legs to shake, I went to close my legs, but instead he wrapped my legs around his hips, locking them in place. I was just like he liked me, helpless, exposed and wide open for him to use me however he wants and wishes to.
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