Lola watched Orson as he held her down by her throat, hoping like hell she'd begged enough. His touch was torturous and she just wanted to get to it already. She was honestly aching for him in every sense of the word and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to control herself much longer. She was a hopelessly impatient person. She was doing everything in her power to stay patient and let him have control, but it was insanely hard.
Leo watched as a dark smirk tugged at Orson's lips and she couldn't help but shiver. Clearly, he was pleased with her, but at the same time, he was far from done with her. He slipped his fingers inside of her then and she let out a sharp gasp as she arched her body into his touch, her breathing becoming rapid. He ran his hand from her throat, slowly down her body, burning her skin as he went, before his lips came down on the insides of her thighs and Leona couldn't help but moan and open her legs wider for him, loving every torturous second of what he was doing to her.
His fingers deep inside of her, pleasuring her, and his lips taunting the insides of her thighs were driving her absolutely wild. He brought her to the very edge of cumming, getting her to squirm, and moan, and cry out, until he slowed down again, denying her the climax she wanted so bad, and Leo had to let out a disappointed whimper. He continued to do this for almost longer then she could stand, his teeth nipping her inner thighs, his fingers expertly working her back up and bringing her back down over and over again. She was begging, and trembling, but he didn't give in, stopping just short of her climax every time.
It was a little scary, just how good he was at what he was doing, but Leo was in no position to stop now. She might not feel the same way later, but right now, he could fuck her up worse than anyone ever had and she'd gladly let him. He was doing things to her, she hadn't even known were possible. After what felt like the millionth time being brought to the brink, Leo expected him to bring her back down again. Her hands were in her own hair, tugging at it as she squirmed helplessly and begged him to let her cum.
Finally, instead of slowing down this time, Orson spread her and lowered his tongue down between her legs, continuing his rhythm. Leona couldn't help but let out loud screams as she finally came hard and her entire body shook. He had her spinning and before she'd even fully caught her breath and come down from the intensity of the orgasm, Orson flipped her swiftly onto her stomach. She was breathless and weak, so she really couldn't do anything but let him do as he wanted, so she just fought to regain control of her breathing while he roughly repositioned her body.
He pulled her up onto her hands and knees and Lola went without a fight, panting heavily as she glanced over her shoulder at him. She was going to push back against him, even though she knew she shouldn't because he'd reprimanded her the first time. Before she got to, he shoved her upper body back down against the desk so that her cheek and chest were pressed against the wood, but her ass was in the air for him.
Orson grabbed hold of her hair then tightly, yanking her head back hard enough to lift her face off the desk, but leave her upper body low, against it. She let out a small whimper, her heart pounding in her chest. The way he was pulling at her hair hurt, but she couldn't get enough of the pain. When he moved in close and started to tease her with his cock between her legs, Leona couldn't stop the shudder that ran through her body from how sensitive she was there at this point and the deep moan that escaped her throat, hoping now he'd finally fuck her.
“I’m about to erase any doubts of me taking ownership of you.” He breathed darkly and if Leo could manage to gather her words, she would have told him he'd already done that. The way he'd been able to work her body had made it perfectly clear she belonged to him. No one had ever been able to control her so perfectly before and she wouldn't be surprised, if, within a few weeks of fucking him, he'd be able to get her to cum with just a few touches and a command. “Then, I’m going to fuck you like an animal.” He growled in a way that scared her a little, but she didn't have time to dwell on it too much. Before she could even respond, he pushed roughly inside her and was fucking her hard.
Orson was fucking incredible. It was easily the best sex she'd ever had in her life, and she almost hadn't wanted it to stop. By the time they were done, she had lost track of how many times she'd finished and her body was so weak, she could hardly keep her knees from shaking and her legs from collapsing out from under her. He had not held back even a little. He was so rough with her, her entire body was covered in bruises and she'd even let him take a pocket knife and drag it across her ribs at one point, knowing he liked to see a little blood.
It had been dark, and kinky, and they'd kept at it all night. Even after his employees went home and there was no one left in the office, he continued to fuck her, refusing to let her leave. He broke out his coke at one point, sharing a little with her so they could both keep going, and it was easily the most expensive cut of the drug she'd ever had in her life. They went until the sun was starting to rise out the window and she was pretty sure that he didn't care that she'd been crying and begging him to stop for a good few hours now. The only reason he was probably stopping was because he had another long day of work ahead of him.
Leona's hands were trembling badly as she started to pull her clothes back on. At some point, he'd literally cut her top right off her body with his knife, leaving her with only her skirt and jacket to leave his office in. She pulled on her skirt before slinging the jacket over her shoulders. She took a second to fix her nearly destroyed ponytail and wipe the tears and mascara from her cheeks before sending a text to Arthur, letting him know he could pick her up now. Leo pulled the fake fur jacket tightly around herself then and walked over to Orson. She stood on her toes and gave him a weak kiss on the lips because it was honestly all she could manage.
"Call me when you have a contract for me to sign daddy." She purred, kissing him one more time, letting out a soft moan. If she wasn't so completely battered and exhausted, she'd drop to her knees and get him worked up all over again, just because the way his lips tasted. She knew her body couldn't take another second of his abusive sex though, so she pulled away with a slightly disappointed sigh and turned away from him, heading for the door.
Most women, when he whipped or spanked them, cried out, or screamed and tried to suck it up and endure the pain for his sake. Andie, however, let out moans every time the belt cracked against her sensitive skin and he couldn't help but love it. He loved that she was enjoying the pain as much as he was enjoying causing the pain. His wife let him spank her and get rough with her sometimes simply because she knew it got him off, but with Andie, it was getting them both off, making it that much better.
She held her ground for longer then he expected, staying quiet. It was pissing him off more and more, the longer she stayed quiet, so every time he brought the belt down, he hit her a little harder, knowing it was cruel but not caring. She clearly enjoyed it, or she'd be begging by now. As irritated as her silence was making him, he was actually rather impressed with how much she was able to take before she finally gave in.
By the time she finally spoke, her ass was essentially one big purple and black bruise from the base of her spine to the backs of her thighs. He'd given her no mercy whatsoever and had even cracked the belt between her legs once or twice, just to get her really worked up. “Fuck.” She finally breathed, when he whipped her for the millionth time and he smirked, knowing she was about to lose her composure and give up. The edges of the belt had cut into her skin in a few places, leaving a few scratches that were bleeding a little and he brought the belt back again, waiting for her to speak.
“I need you to desecrate me Mr. Ramsey.” She whined like she was practically starving for him and he smirked and lowered his raised arm, giving her a break for the first time in a while, wanting to hear her pleading. She let out a moan that made him almost painfully hard and his jaw clenched to keep himself from fucking her before she even finished begging. “Make me your dirty little slut. Make it hurt, please.” She begged softly, making him smirk. “Fuck me hard, so everyone knows what your doing to me.” She begged and he raised a brow.
His employees probably already knew exactly what he was doing to her. In the office, with how many times a day he fucked a secretary, it was no secret that he cheated on his wife. However, his staff had been picked and bribed carefully, so he knew, no matter how loud he got Andie to scream, no one outside of his office would ever know that Sebastian Ramsey was cheating on his wife with a prostitute and a killer.
As much as he wanted to continue whipping her, just to be cruel, Sebastian honestly couldn't wait any longer. As much as she wanted him, he needed her, so he just smirked and tossed the belt aside, slipping off his pants. Seb whirled her around and lifted her, using the window against her back to keep her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist and his hands reached back and gripped her raw, sensitive ass painfully tight. "That's a good girl." He groaned as he plunged inside of her without warning, and started fucking her ruthlessly, letting her know she'd more then earned it.