Page 18 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)

Magnus

The bodysuit was lace and mesh—revealing and hiding—but the thonged back? I’d need to buy more of these. I laid her on the bed before remembering the gifts in the kitchen.

“Don’t get off this bed,” I warned.

“Mmm.”

She was too busy admiring her ring again.

Tonight hadn’t gone how I expected, but the result would’ve always been the same. She was mine from the moment she barged into my office flaunting that white lace bra.

I found the harness and returned to the bedroom. Her hair was down, and there was no sign of tears. My baby had a soft heart, no matter how tough she pretended to be.

“I’ll need to meet your mum,”

I said, tearing open the cardboard packaging.

She frowned and bit her lip.

“I can be open about the age gap. I know she’ll have concerns,”

I added, laying the black harness on the bed.

“Yeah… we might need to give her a little time to adapt,”

she agreed, grudgingly.

“You don’t need to worry. Daddy will take care of everything,”

I said when she still looked concerned.

I knew exactly what would get her out of her head.

“I want your mouth,”

I said, pointing to the end of the bed.

Her eyes lit up, and she crawled over like a minx as I began to remove my clothes.

“No, leave your shoes on,”

I said when she reached down to remove them.

She lay on her back and shuffled down the bed, her head hanging off the edge until her long golden hair brushed the floor.

“Is my little brat going to choke on my dick tonight?”

I asked, unzipping my pants.

She nodded, biting down on her plump, painted lip.

I toed off my shoes before whipping off my trousers.

“I want every last bit of that red lipstick on my cock,”

I said, working open the buttons of my shirt.

“Yes, Daddy,”

she said, slicing her tongue between her lips.

The tip of my cock poked out from my boxers, already drooling at the sight of those sexy-as-fuck lips.

Her lips parted as I stepped closer, tongue already flicking in greedy invitation. I pressed the head of my cock against her lips, smearing precum across that perfect red paint.

“Open wider, brat.”

She obeyed instantly, lips stretching, throat relaxing—she knew what I liked. I eased inside, just enough to coat the back of her tongue. Her eyes fluttered as she sucked the tip, painting my cock with wet heat and crimson smudges. Slow. Worshipful. Her tongue curled and teased the underside as I fed her inch by inch.

“Fuck… look at you.”

Her throat welcomed me greedily, lips sealing tight as her spit bubbled around the shaft. I held the base, letting her take it on her own, inching down, swallowing more—eyes watering, mascara already smudging. Her lipstick trailed down the length, marking me like a filthy signature.

“Such a messy little cockslut,”

I groaned.

“Keep going.”

I thrust shallowly, watching her jaw flex, watching her throat bulge as I fed her more. When I bottomed out, she gagged hard—and fuck, I growled low. Her neck strained, and I gripped her hair with one hand, the other braced against the bed.

“Stay just like that.”

Then I started to fuck her mouth.

Hard.

My hips snapped forward, over and over, using her like a toy. Her throat bulged each time I rammed deep. I could feel the tight stretch of her neck with every drive of my cock—her soft moans vibrating along the shaft, spit pouring down her cheeks, her lips red and ruined.

I pulled out just long enough for her to gasp and sob, her chest heaving, drool dripping down her nose and eyes.

Then I shoved back in. All the way.

“Gag on it, brat. Show me that swollen little neck.”

She choked and thrashed, eyes rolling, mascara running—fucking art beneath me.

I held her there. Stuffed full. Throat-stretched. My name a silent scream locked behind those wet, red lips.

“Take every fucking inch.”

And she did. Because she was mine.

Unfortunately, my dick was enjoying her throat too much and I pulled out. She gasped for air while I grabbed a hand towel to wipe her sloppy face.

“Face down on the pillow. Legs spread apart,”

I said as soon as she was clean.

Her perfect lips and makeup were a disgusting mess, but she had never looked more beautiful to me.

“Your face is ruined by my cock—now it’s your pussy’s turn,”

I said as she moved into position.

I stepped onto the bed, grabbed the harness, and made my way to Iris. I ripped open the bottom of her bodysuit while she moaned on the pillows. My needy girl. I loved her like this.

The black padded loops slipped snug around her thighs, and I adjusted the straps with practised ease. I’d seen this harness online and knew I needed it for one reason—to hold my brat open and fuck her until she forgot her name. The moment I slipped the strap behind my neck and took her weight in my grip, I knew I’d use the contraption often.

Her legs spread wide as I lifted her hips clean off the bed. She squeaked into the pillow, her belly hovering, hands clawing for balance.

“That’s it, brat. Let Daddy carry the weight,”

I murmured, tightening my grip on the straps. Her thighs trembled in the harness, her pussy glistening and exposed, begging for the stretch of my cock.

I angled my hips and drove in slowly, inch by inch, until my balls pressed against her. She cried out, the sound muffled, drowned in the pillow. I gave her no time to adjust—rocking back and pulling her tighter, sinking in deeper with every thrust. Her body arched, suspended entirely by the harness and my need.

“Fucking perfect,”

I groaned, using the straps to yank her back each time I plunged forward.

“You were made for this. Made for me.”

Her ass bounced with each impact, reddening beautifully beneath my palms. I licked a stripe down her spine, only to rise and yank the straps again, forcing her to feel every brutal inch.

“Can you feel how deep I am?”

I hissed, watching her neck crane as she sobbed into the pillow, drool pooling beneath her chin.

“I’m so deep inside this tight little cunt, I bet you can taste me on your tongue.”

The harness creaked under the force, her body suspended and helpless, held open like a gift. Her pussy sucked me in, clenching greedily with every thrust. She couldn’t close her legs, couldn’t squirm away.

Couldn’t escape.

“Look at you,”

I said with a dark laugh, dragging her back so hard she choked on a moan.

“Draped over the bed like a fucktoy. I could keep you like this for hours.”

She whined—needy, delirious. Her whole body trembled in the cradle of the harness.

“Not done yet, brat,”

I growled, snapping my hips and biting her shoulder.

“Daddy’s just getting started.”

Her body was slick with sweat, thighs trembling in their restraints, and still I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I was buried to the hilt, and she was gasping like she couldn’t take another second—and I wasn’t even halfway satisfied.

“You thought I was finished?”

I growled into her ear, biting the shell of it.

“No, no, brat. You don’t get to look like that, sound like that, and expect me to stop.”

I yanked the straps again, pulling her back with brutal force, fucking her in long, punishing strokes that dragged her entire body across the mattress.

Her spine bowed.

Her cries had turned to cracked sobs—raw, feral sounds that made my cock throb even harder inside her.

“That’s it. Let Daddy ruin you. Let him fuck every brain cell out of that pretty little head,”

I snarled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a print, then grinding in deep so she could feel me in her fucking throat.

“You wanted to be my wife? This is what it means—getting used. Getting bred. Getting broken.”

The harness groaned as I twisted her angle, one foot slipping off the bed so her body hung lopsided.

I shoved deeper still, cock dragging over her front wall with vicious purpose.

She was soaked and completely wrecked. A messy little hole that clenched and pulsed like she didn’t know if she wanted more or mercy.

I wasn’t giving her either.

“Gonna breed this pussy next,”

I breathed, voice thick with filth.

“Keep you like this—strapped in, leaking, swollen from come. My come. Every fucking day. That what you want, brat? Hm?”

She tried to nod. Tried to speak. But the only thing that came out was a wrecked little gurgle.

I grinned and slammed back in, rougher now, snapping my hips until the bed thudded under us.

“Too late anyway,”

I said through clenched teeth.

“You already fucking took it. And you’ll keep taking it—this cock, this come, this life. You’re not just my fiancée now. You’re my property.”

She came instantly. Her pussy began to milk me before I heard her muffled scream. Twitching and shuddering.

One final thrust and I stilled, jerking inside her. The first rope of come hit her cervix, then the second, then the third. I hissed, head thrown back, as I emptied myself into her—holding her tight in the harness so she couldn’t spill a drop.

When I finally pulled out, she collapsed face-first onto the mattress. Wrecked. Smeared. Sobbing into the sheets.

I gave her a long moment before leaning down, licking a trail of tears from her cheek.

“Good girl,”

I whispered.

“Now flip over. Daddy’s not done.”

“Oh, God,”

she cried, but her pussy squeezed my cock some more.

“Daddy will do for now, sweetheart,”

I whispered, kissing her shoulder.