Page 115 of Doomed

“If you’re good,” Knox continues, his voice rough with desire, “I might occasionally let you have fun with other dicks. Because I want you to be satisfied for the rest of your life. Want to watch you getting filled, coming apart like this.”

Despite the haze of pleasure clouding my thoughts, his words penetrate my consciousness. I turn my head to meet his eyes.

“I just want you,” I gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. “You’re all I need.”

His lips curve into that dangerous smile I’ve come to crave. “Maybe so,” Knox says, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust. “But there’s no harm in you knowing it’s okay if you want to have a little extra fun occasionally.” His free hand slides around to circle my clit, making my legs shake. “I like seeing my girl full of cock, taking it hard and deep, having some of the best orgasms of her life.”

The image his words create—him watching me, controlling the pleasure—sends another wave of heat through me. I tighten around the dual intrusions, feeling another climax building.

The submissive side of me melts away, replaced by a wilder, darker instinct.

“You like that?” I purr, pushing back to take him deeper. “You like watching your little slut getting stuffed full of someone else’s cock?”

Knox’s rhythm falters, his grip on my hair tightening.

“I fucking love it when you fill both my holes,” I continue, voice dripping with need. “Makes me feel like the filthy whore I am for you.”

Knox groans, his thrusts becoming less controlled. I sense his restraint slipping away.

“God, your cock feels so fucking huge in my ass,” I moan, rolling my hips. “No one’s ever fucked my ass like you do. No one’s ever made me this wet, this desperate to be used.”

“Fuck, Bianca,” Knox growls, his voice strained. I can feel him swelling inside me, getting closer.

“I want to feel you come deep in my ass,” I gasp as he twists the dildo again. “Want to be your cum dump. Your personal breeding slut. Fill me up, Knox.”

His breathing becomes ragged; his movements are erratic. I’ve pushed him to the edge.

“Be a good girl and come for me first,” he demands, voice thick with need. “Come on that dildo right now while I’m plowing your tight little ass.”

The command, coupled with the perfect pressure of the edge of the desk rubbing against my clit and the fullness stretching me open, sends me careening over the edge. My inner walls clamp down around his cock and the dildo.

“That’s it,” Knox praises through gritted teeth. “Taking it so fucking well.”

I feel him swell impossibly larger before he slams deep, holding himself flush against me.

“I love breeding this perfect fucking ass,” he groans, each pulse of his release punctuated by a slight thrust. “I love filling you up with cum, princess.”

He continues cursing, praising, claiming as he empties himself inside me, his grip bruising on my hips.

Knox carefully pulls out of me, the sudden emptiness making me whimper. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m not leaving you empty,” he murmurs, reaching into his desk drawer.

My eyes widen as he produces a sleek, blue, jeweled butt plug, though this one is larger than the last one. “You planned this?”

“I plan everything when it comes to you.” His smile is wicked as he applies lube to the toy. “I want my cum to stay inside you. Want you to feel me with every step you take today.”

The thought of carrying part of him inside me sends a wave of heat through me. I arch my back, offering myself to him.

“So fucking perfect,” he breathes as he presses the plug against my sensitive opening. The pressure builds until it pops into my ass. Once seated, the jeweled base rests perfectly between my cheeks.

Knox helps me stand on shaky legs, turning me to face him. His expression shifts from lustful to vulnerable. The transformation takes my breath away.

He cups my face gently, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. “You know what this is between us, right?”

I nod, unable to speak past the sudden lump in my throat.

“I’ve never said it before,” he continues, voice rough with emotion. “I didn’t think I was capable of it until you. But Bianca, I love you. I fucking love you so much it terrifies me.”

Time stops. The world narrows to just his eyes—those beautiful eyes now stripped of all their usual defenses.