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“S hut up.”

“Dick!” Scarlet hissed. “W-what’re you doing?”

“I said, shut your fucking mouth.” His voice was low and deathly calm, a cocktail of anger and lust pulsing through him like nitro-glycerine. Richard lurched to his feet, towering over her…

Except Scarlet wasn’t a woman to be dominated.

She was a fighter.

She’d fought every day of her life. Against her brothers, against peers who thought her beneath them, against subordinates and superiors alike who thought of her as an entitled and a spoiled brat. It was why she had fought so hard to graduate top of her class at Cambridge. Why she had taken this entry-level role in her father’s company and would work her way to the very top, rather than just let him marry her off.

She wouldn’t be cowed or humbled or let any man take advantage of her.

The moment her feet touched the ground, she pivoted, twisting free of his grip, her arm sweeping out, nails hooked to claw his face. She attacked with all the swiftness and ferocity of a cornered cat.

However, Richard was faster, twisting out of her reach, grabbing her wrist and dragging it around behind her back, forcing her down across the desk. Before she could fully comprehend what just happened, he was leaning over her, caging her there, pinned against the desk, his body deliciously hard beneath his suit.

“Scream, and I’ll gag you,” he warned, fettering both her wrists in one hand while the other tugged at his tie, loosening the noose.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Scarlett shot him an angry look over her shoulder, even as the raw emotion in his voice made her knees weak. No man, or woman for that matter, had ever been this way with her. She’d never known getting dominated could be such a turn on.

Who’d of ever guessed he had it in him?

Richard stared her down, his gaze fixed on that pretty little mouth of hers, her luscious lips just the right size and shape for sucking cock. He was sorely tempted to gag her anyway on principle alone, but he had a better idea.

He was sick of all her bullshit, her teasing, her constant shots at Alice. He might have fucked up, possibly ruined his marriage, his life, and be about to fuck up his career a whole lot more, but that didn't give her the right to belittle his wife. This time, she'd gone too far.

It was time to teach the Tight Ass Bitch a lesson.

“Wouldn’t I?” A dark grin pulled at the corner of his mouth as he pulled the tie over his head and looped it round Scarlet’s wrists in a simple slip knot. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Scarlet. Do you know what I do with bad girls?” He drew back to stand over her, one hand braced against the small of her back, holding her and her wrists down, the other pushing up her skirt, bearing the lush curves of her naked derriere.

“What?” she gasped, shaking, heat and embarrassment crackling through her, making it impossible for her to stay still.

“This.” His hand swept down, slapping her right cheek with a loud crack. “I give them a spanking.”

Scarlet couldn’t help giving a little gasp. It didn’t hurt, not really, but the hot sting made her clit pulse within its hood and she twisted against her bonds, trying to give the little bud some much-needed attention. “ Dick … I’m your boss-ah!”

He smacked her ass again, the left cheek this time, and harder .

“No, Scarlet,” he growled, trying to ignore the way her lovely derriere, now marred by a pair of red handprints, was wriggling against the bulge of his cock. Damnit, had she noticed? This would all be for nought if she knew she was affecting him too. He reinforced the assertion with another slap that actually made her jump. “You’re a bad girl. Say it.”

“No.” Scarlet shook her head, but when the blow came, the delicious slap of skin meeting skin and the explosion of heat was too much. She bit her lip to hold the moan at bay, but there was no stopping the slickness between her thighs.

“Say it.”

Slap!

“I-I…”

Slap!

“Say it!”

Slap!

“I’m a bad girl!” she moaned, the words flowing from her as thick and sweet as honeyed cream. God, why did it have to feel so good?

Richard raised his hand, then held it there. “Again.”

“Mmm… I’m a bad, bad girl!” Biting her lower lip, Scarlet chanced a glance back, her eyes pleading, but for what? Mercy, or perhaps another smack.

His hand dropped to brush over her buttocks. She instinctively flinched away from his touch but relaxed when his fingers began kneading her backside, massaging away the heat. “You admit you’ve been bad?”

“Yes… very… mmm… bad…” Scarlet purred, pushing back against his hand as he made larger and larger circles. She was so turned on, so wet. What was he doing to her? Why was he making her so horny?

“Teasing me. Trying to seduce me. Belittling my wife.” His hand slid down between her legs, fingers reaching, feeling, sliding along her wetness, pushing through her grasping heat.

“ Yes! ” Scarlet gasped, her whole world shrinking down to the feeling of his finger filling her, stroking her delicate inner tissues, swirling and stirring her into wild delirium. Greedy for more, she wriggled and circled against his swirling digit, spreading her legs wider, opening for him.

“That’s it, you bad girl, and who's the boss now?”

She swallowed, her body clenching around the digit, the tension building inside her. “You are.”

“Again,” he growled, curling his finger to brush over that patch of rough tissue under her clit while thrumming the bundle of nerves with the pad of his thumb.

Scarlet gasped, her eyes widening as a fog settled over her thoughts. Sensation rippled outward from wherever he touched, only threatening to crash over her, driving her to the brink. Just not over it. It was the sweetest torture, the cruellest ecstasy.

No one had ever done this to her before, made her feel so vulnerable. It was delicious. “You… You’re the boss… Richard! ”

He couldn’t remember the last time she’d used his Christian name. And the way she said it, so pleading and desperate, had his lips twisting in a dark grin before he leant down over her to lick the shell of her ear. “Good girl.” He withdrew his finger.

Panic flaring inside her, she twisted right and left, trying to grab his hand, but the tie held strong. “No! Don’t stop…!” She yelped as he swatted her arse again, the sting dissolving into delicious throbbing pleasure.

“Are you talking back to me? Bad girl,” He growled, his tone low and primal, all but tearing at his belted trousers to liberate his cock. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed the crown along her slick, greedy cleft, the tip sliding through her swollen folds to graze her little bundle of nerves, making her shudder and gasp.

“No… please… Sir… mmm… don’t stop… feels so good… I…” Panting, her pussy hot and throbbing, begging, no demanding more, Scarlet pressed back, circling her hips, desperate to feel him slide inside her, filling her, pounding her.

It did no good. He had her pinned to her desk, caged by his body, hands bound, completely at his mercy, and it only made her burn hotter.

“What? What do you want, Scarlet?”

“Please…” she heard herself beg. Her throat tightened around the word as she turned to look back over her shoulder at him .

This couldn’t be the man she knew.

Her subordinate, dependable Richard Martin. The quiet, mild-mannered guy who never gave her a second look. That guy was fun to tease and torment, but did nothing for her, despite his thick dark hair, chiselled bone structure and broad build.

This man, who was now almost nose to nose with her, was different. Everything about him excited her. The way he looked at her, handled her, and just completely dominated her.

God, this couldn’t be happening. Who was this man? What was he doing to her? She didn’t do things like this, never at work, and she was never submissive in sex. She needed control. Her lovers were quiet and submissive, little more than tools for her pleasure, dildos with a pulse. They couldn’t make her beg.

Yet this man had. And fuck, why did it feel so good?

“Louder,” Richard pressed, enjoying the moment, relishing the turnaround, the power. He loved hearing her like this. So desperate and needy. All her poise and professionalism stripped away to leave just the raging wanton.

She licked her lips, her eyes smouldering, dark with desire. Needing to move, to take some control, she curled her hips, desperate to stroke her clit against his crest and ease the throbbing ache pulsing there. “Please!”

“Please what?” he asked, the deep growl of his tone sending hot shivers through her core as, bending his knees, he lined himself up, the broad tapered head of his cock nestling between her folds. Just one push and he would be buried inside her.

Scarlet couldn’t bear it.

“Fuck me… please, fuck me-oh!” Scarlet gasped, her eyes widening and mouth falling open in a long moan as his hips snapped forward, driving in deep. The delicious shock of his cock sliding home rushed over her, making her head spin.

Too deep. Oh God, he’s huge. How the hell does Alice ever ride this beast?

“Yeah, is this what you want, Scarlet?” he rasped in a low and sultry voice that just screamed sex. His hands dropped to her hips, fingers squeezing hard enough for her to feel the bite, both dragging her back and tilting her at just the right angle to take him. Not so much holding her as using her body to fuck her back onto his cock.

“Oh yes… oh yes… yes Sir!” she panted, her insides clenching, squeezing all around him, pleasure rippling out to her fingers and toes as she felt herself open to him, inch by sinfully thick, hard inch of him. Fuck, she’d never dreamed someone could fill her so completely. “Oh fuck… oh my God… yes… make me take it. I’ve been such a horrible boss, I need to be punished… mmm… punish that pussy with your big fucking dick!”

Richard was more than happy to oblige. “Don’t worry, you’re going to get everything you deserve.”

Fuck, what the hell was wrong with him? He didn’t dominate his lovers, didn’t degrade or overpower them. This wasn’t him. He’d never been like this with Alice, hadn’t been like it with Rebecca… but he liked it.

“Just look at you, you bad girl. Getting fucked across your desk with your hands tied behind your back. Your snug little cunt milking my cock. You’re just bloody loving this, aren’t you?”

It was time to teach his boss’s daughter a lesson.

She had been asking for this, well now it was time she learned to be careful what she wished for.

“Yes! Yes, I love it!” Scarlet moaned, writhing in his arms as his hips curled against her derriere. There was a momentary feeling of emptiness as he pulled back before his hands snapped her back to meet his hard thrust, making her feel every hard inch of his godly cock driving her up onto her tiptoes.

The feeling was so intense. She felt so stretched. So full.

It made her whole core pulse and tingle, and clench around him, but it was too late. He was already sliding out, almost all the way, then driving into her again, and again, until he was pounding into her greedy sex. “I’m a bad little whore… bad fucking whore… pound that pussy… it’s yours- oh- oh God, yes, yes!

The orgasm came out of nowhere, rushing over her, leaving her a limp, shaking mess. He fucked her through it, drawing out her pleasure and driving her down into the desk so that her heavy breasts and stiff aching peaks dragged across the wood through her silky blouse. His body bore down on her, pinning her there so all she could do was struggle against the silk binding her wrists in a desperate need to grab something. the desk, him, anything that might give her a little leverage.

She shouldn’t have liked it, but she did.

She never would have thought she could enjoy sex restrained, but this feeling of being under his control, powerless, at his mercy.

It was dark, primitive and so wild.

He knew just how to treat her.

He was splitting her open. Using her like a bitch in heat, and it was such a turn on.

She couldn’t bear it. She needed to grab something, anything…

“Yeah, that's it, cum for me, you bad girl, cum all over my cock… mmm… spread that ass for me, show me your pretty little hole,” Richard growled, drinking in the sight of Scarlet’s bound hands grabbing her smooth alabaster cheeks, those perfectly manicured nails biting into the soft skin, spreading them wide to show him the tight rosebud nestled within.

The vision sent a hot shiver of lust down his spine, and he couldn’t resist brushing it with his thumb, circling the sphincter, pushing in ever so slightly.

Scarlet could only gasp at the feeling against her pucker, the sensation causing her sex to clench around him. “Yes Sir… please, punish me, I need it… I… I…”

“As you wish.”

He growled and Scarlet could have screamed as he pulled out.

Then his arms were around her and she came up and away from the desk. Then, as if she were as light as a feather, he hoisted her to her feet and walked her around the desk to the window.

"Put your hands on the glass," Richard instructed, the tie coming undone with a quick tug.

"What?" she asked, looking out the window, down across the canal, and the bustling hive of activity that was Gloucester Docks, where the whole of the city seemed to be wandering amongst bright colourful stalls.

He couldn't be serious. All it would take was just one person looking up and-

"Do it," he urged, slapping her ass again, the crack as sharp as a bullwhip and the sting enough to overwhelm caution.

She did as he commanded, bending forward slightly and pressing both hands against the window, the glass misting with her breath. "Good, now stay right where you are."

“What!” she snapped, her heart pounding in her breast. "Are you mad? The market’s down there… someone might see, Sir ."

"And I bet that gets you wet," he retorted, crouching down and nudging her thighs further apart so the musky scent of her sex fogged his thoughts. "Mmm… your cunt’s all pink and slick and begging me to keep fucking her."

"No, Dick, please, that's… not fair. I don't- oh!"

He pushed a finger along her swollen folds, through her slick cream and into her lush depths, all the way to the knuckle. “Your dripping, you bad girl. Say it.”

“No, please…” she panted, biting her lip to keep from moaning at the tingling shooting through her core. However, there was no resisting the choked sob as the digit twisted and curled, feeling and rubbing all of her most sensitive places at once. Nor could Scarlet stop herself from pushing back against him, her sex clenching. “Mmm… No! Wait, not here, there are so many people down there, what if someone looks up, they could see- “

“So what?” Removing his finger, he reached out and took her last few strawberries from the desk, crushing them to a juicy pulp in his hand. “Let them look, go on, let them see you for the little slut you are. Let the whole damn city see you for who you really are,” he said, before putting his hand on her inner thigh.

“Stop… You can’t… I’ll scream…” Scarlet gasped, shaking as her clit pulsed at the feeling of his hand and the illicitness of the strawberry juice sliding over her skin, spreading it up her leg and over her butt. Then, it wasn’t just his hands.

“Go ahead, scream all you want, that’ll just make everyone look, won't it?” Richard said, following the sticky trail with his tongue, greedily licking up both the sweetness of the fruit and the salty flavour of her desire. “Maybe even someone in the office will hear and come running. Wouldn’t that be something? Is that what you want, Scarlet? To prove all those dirty gossips, right?”

“No,” Scarlet choked out, shaking, the throbbing of her core growing ever stronger as the slick glide of his tongue swept up her inner thigh.

“Then shut the fuck up before I gag that pretty mouth of yours,” Richard barked, before pivoting and covering her swollen clit with the lush heat of his mouth.

Scarlet couldn’t stand it.

His words were so dirty and crude, raw with lust. No one had ever spoken to like that.

It was such a fucking turn on.

She couldn’t bear it. Just keeping her hands on the glass was torture in itself. She wanted to grab him, fist his hair, sit on his face, squeeze her tits, rub her clit, something, anything to-

“Oh… Oh my God… oh fuck-yes!” She gasped and moaned, squeezing her eyes shut against the feeling of sensory overload as he sucked hard and greedily on her little bud before lashing it with his tongue.

“You want to get caught, don’t you? Yeah, I know you do. Your pussy’s so juicy. Just the thought of it has your greedy little cunt all soaked. Don’t pretend you don’t like it. You’re dripping for it...”

“No… Dick !... that’s not- don’t say things like that! Mmm… I can’t help it… you’re making me… oh no, no, please, if you do that… I’ll…”

She was shaking, the waves of sensation crashing over her so violently her legs were in danger of giving way from under her as her fingers clawed the window for something, anything, to hold on to.

However, Richard showed no mercy.

“You’ll what? Go on Scarlet, tell me,” he pressed, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves, his hands fastening to her quivering hips, dragging them closer…

“I'll- oh fuck… oh my God… I'll… I’ll…” She was mindless with the raw need to cum. And so close, when his tongue suddenly abandoned her clit to drag along her folds, the world shattered around her. “Oh God, yes, yes, fuck yes, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, fuck, fuck...”

Richard tongued her through the climax, not stopping even as her hips trembled in his arms. For what he had in mind, he wanted her good and relaxed. “Yeah, that’s it, go on Scarlet, cum for me, let the whole damn city see you cum!”

She bowed her head to press her forehead against the window as the waves crashed over her, the glass deliciously cold against her flushed skin. “No… please… why are you doing this to me, please, I can’t take it- oh fuck, yes, yes!”

“Mmm… beg all you want, Scarlet, this is the mouth that doesn’t lie.” Deaf to her pleas, he buried his face in her cleft, devouring her with long deep licks, his tongue swirling while the rough of his jaw scrapped oh so deliciously along her inner thighs. “You love it. Say it.”

Scarlet shook her head, but the words stuck in her throat. She was shaking, powerless against the urge to grind back onto his tongue as her clit pulsed and throbbed, pleading for just that little bit of attention to send her soaring to the starry heavens. “No! Please don’t make me- oh fuck, oh fuck, okay, okay, yes, I love it, I love it! Use me, abuse me… please, please, please, I’m your naughty little fuck toy… oh God… that’s your pussy, that’s your pussy…”

His cock jumped at her wanton tone, but Richard pushed on regardless.

Not yet. She wasn’t ready yet. Just a little more…

“So now you don’t want me to stop?” he asked with a mock teasing tone, pulling back just enough to drag the flat of his tongue along her folds, from clit to base, then back again in longer and longer glides.

A shudder wracked Scarlet at the suggestion. Or perhaps it was another orgasm. “No, no, don’t stop, don’t stop, please, put your dick back in me, fuck me against the glass for the whole world to see, make me cum all over your big hard cock.”

“No,” he rasped, his tone low and primal as he worked his tongue higher, hands spreading her cheeks. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“What-oh!” Scarlet gasped as warmth washed over her pucker, sending shivers racing up her spine and throwing fresh fuel on the already raging lusts. Then his tongue slid up to circle her virgin hole, teasing it with gently prods and flicks.

No one had ever done anything like this to her before. It felt strange, dirty and wrong, but so exciting. “Wait! No… no, not there, please- oh fuck!”

She panted, her back curling at the feeling of his tongue pushing through her tight ring of muscle. Then her mind went blank, consumed by the sensation of wet heat sliding in and out.

“Wow Scarlet, I’ve barely started rimming you and you’re already drenching the floor. Who would have ever guessed you were such an anal whore, and in front of the whole city, you bad girl.” He swatted her arse just hard enough for the pain to heighten the pleasure. “Just look at you, you’re loving this, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m a bad girl, your bad little slut, punish my little hole, I deserve to be punished… I deserve it… I… I-”

“Have the tastiest ass,” Richard growled, leaning over her, his body caging her against the glass as powerful fingers fisted in her hair and dragged her head round. Then he took her mouth in a bruising kiss, his sinful tongue encircling hers, brushing and stroking and fogging her thoughts with his strong, heady flavour.

No, not his flavour, hers. He was forcing her to taste herself.

The revelation made her core clench at the very moment he slid inside her.

“Mmm… I could fuck your cunt all day, you bad girl,” Richard groaned, his dick painfully hard and the temptation to give himself over to the feeling of her lush walls milking him was almost irresistible. Almost. Instead, he rolled his hips, stirring her grasping sheath before pulling out, his shaft slick and glistening with her cream.

Scarlet shuddered at the loss and made a pouting sound that dissolved into a low moan as he leant down to nibble the shell of her ear, hands dropping to her naked ass, spreading her cheeks for his cock to glide up, the broad crest parting her folds.

She was shaking, so on edge, her whole body was almost humming with carnal need. One little push would be all it took to push her over the edge-

“But now…” he whispered in her ear, pausing only to bite down and tug on her lobe. “I want to find out how tight your ass really is.”

She stilled at the dark promise in his voice, eyes widening as the crown touched her pucker.

“Wait, you don’t mean? Oh no…” she gasped, shaking her head.

“Oh yes, your ass is mine,” he growled, rearing back to drink in the vision of her stretched out before him. Flushed and panting, her blonde hair had become a passionate mess and that once immaculate white business dress was rumpled the way that only a good, hard fucking could do, its skirt scrunched up around her hips to show off the full curves of her luscious, strawberry smeared butt.

It was a complete contrast from the woman he knew and filled him with a savage, primitive pride. He slid forward, pressing his slick tip against the ring of muscle. Soft and pliant from the multiple orgasms, her body opened before him.

“Oh fuck! Oh, fuck!” Scarlet gasped, her eyes going wide at the sudden burning sensation, the feeling of something hard, thick, and slick splitting her open. Instinctively, she tried to clench down, to force him back, but that only seemed to speed his invasion on, so the broad crest slid through.

“That’s it Scarlet, let me in… mmm you really are a tight arsed bitch all right, but don’t worry, not for much longer,” Richard promised, curling his hips in small circles, trying to resist the feeling of her body wrapping around his crown, sucking him in. He needed to loosen her up first, or else this would hurt.

Scarlet could only groan. Somewhere, deep down and far away, a little voice was screaming for her to give herself over to him, to let it come, but she couldn’t. She just… couldn’t. He was too big. Too thick.

She’d never felt this full, so stretched. So…

She threw a look back over her shoulder at him, her blue eyes large and pleading. “S-sir, I…”

Their eyes met and she couldn’t keep her gasp at bay at the wild look burning in his eyes, the warring emotions battling just beneath the surface. It was the most savage look she’d ever seen, the reflection of the beast that lurked in the heart of every man as he was visibly torn between restraint, and the instinctive desire to fuck, to rut and claim her as his bitch.

His grip on her tightened, the fingers biting into her hips, holding her still as he took a step forward, pressing her to the glass while his dick kept working back and forth, slick with their mixed juices, sending heat rushing through her.

“No, Scarlet, look straight ahead.”

She obeyed, too far gone now to turn back.

Overhead, the sky had turned a deep lilac, slashed with shades of pink and orange that danced across the waters of the canal as the sun slipped away behind the horizon. Below, the fair was still in full swing and growing busier as people finished their work and came to browse amongst the stalls. Anyone could look up and see them.

Someone already was.

Her reflection stared back at her from the window, but with the face of a stranger, with flushed skin and a hooded gaze, framed by a dishevelled mess of spun gold.

Bent at the waist, she looked shameless, like a whore just begging to be fucked.

The sight was so erotic, she couldn’t bear it and tried squeezing her eyes shut against the image, but it lingered, burned into her mind.

“No, watch Scarlet, I want you to see,” Richard bit out, his voice low and so dark with lust that she couldn’t resist. Her eyes locked to his in the glass, and his hips snapped forward, driving his cock into her heat.

“Oh!” she gasped, fighting the urge to close her eyes against the sudden rush of hot sensations. “Oh fuck… oh fuck… You're… you’re in my ass… there’s a dick in my… oh God, this feels so….” She could feel herself opening to take him all the way, her forbidden little hole stretching to fit him, and only him.

Richard pulled back slowly, letting half of his length slide out, then drove back in, drawing another ragged sound from Scarlet. It was a deliciously snug fit, with her inner walls wrapping around him like a fist in a warm velvet glove, squeezing him tight, trying to milk the cum right out of him with every stroke.

“Yeah… you like it, don’t you?” His voice was thick and gruff, more beast than man. With each push and slide, his hands dragged her into the saddle of his hips, inch by hard throbbing inch until he was balls deep.

“Yes!” she gasped, surrendering to the sinfully wicked sensations rippling out from her ass, making her clit throb and nipples ache. “Oh my fucking God… this feeling, it’s so… so intense, I- I love it…. don’t stop, don’t stop…”

“Don’t worry, you bad girl, I won’t stop...” he promised, his eyes drifting down to watch his dick sliding in and out of her forbidden little hole. “Yeah, that’s it, mmm… goddamn, you’re taking it up the ass like a proper little whore now.”

“Oh God, yes… yes Sir, I’m your whore, please, fuck me, harder, make me feel every inch of that big cock pounding my tight little virgin ass.” Not caring if they were discovered, she pushed against the window to meet each thrust, grinding herself back onto his cock.

“And whose ass is this, my little whore?”

The words came unbidden.

“It’s yours, all yours. I’m your good little anal whore. Split me open on your dick, make me take it. I love your cock in all my holes!”

“All of them? Even this tight little virgin ass?” he grunted, the slap of flesh meeting flesh rising around them, his movements growing more urgent with the feeling of his release building.

She bowed her head, pressing her brow to the window, the glass deliciously cool against her flushed skin. “Yes! All of them! I love taking it up the ass for you. I’m your naughty little office whore, that’s just another hole for you, only you- oh fuck, oh fuck, Sir, please!”

“Please what?”

He was close, so fucking close. Not sure how much longer he could last, he pushed one hand down beneath the folds of her skirt, into the bounty of lush, wet heat. He was close, but so was she. He could feel it and rubbed her clit while fucking her with a single-minded need to make her cum just once more.

“Punish me. Sir, please punish me, I deserve it! Punish me, punish all of my holes every day.” Scarlet couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, she could only feel. Feel the heat and fullness moving through her ass, the waves crashing over her as rough fingers strummed her throbbing clit and turned her legs to jelly. “My ass is yours, all yours whenever you want… fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum on your cock, oh my fuckin… yes, yes, make me cum on your fucking cock! Fuck that ass, it’s yours, all fucking yours, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming! I’m-oh!”

Her orgasm exploded through her, unlike any release that had come before, sending her soaring. Then she started to shake as the aftershocks claimed her, and Richard couldn’t resist the feeling of her ripple around his thick, swollen cock.

“Yeah, that’s it you naughty whore, cum for me, cum for me in front of the whole goddamn city- ah shit, I’m cumming too!”

He moaned, burying his cock in her one last time as he came, hard. Hard enough for small black spots to dance before his eyes.

Amidst the fog of her climax, Scarlet felt his release like a flood of heat deep inside her. It was the first time a man had ever come inside her, and she liked it.

He’d stained her, branded her with a mark that could never be erased.

It made her feel dirty, deliciously dirty.

She wanted more.