Chapter 2: Broken Innocence

The master bathroom was as luxurious and intimidating as the rest of the mansion—black marble, rain shower big enough for four people, and mirrors everywhere that reflected Emma’s flushed, naked body back at her. Alexander carried her inside like she was his personal toy, setting her down only when the hot water started cascading over them.

Emma’s legs were still shaky from her first orgasm. Cum trickled down her thighs, mixing with the water. She tried to cover herself, but Alexander slapped her hands away.

“No hiding. I own every inch of this body.” He spun her around, pressing her front against the cool marble wall. “Arch your back. Ass up.”

She obeyed, trembling. His large hands gripped her hips, spreading her cheeks. Without warning, he thrust back into her sore pussy in one brutal stroke.

“Ahh—fuck!” Emma cried out. The word slipped from her lips before she could stop it. The stretch was even more intense now, her walls still sensitive and fluttering.

Alexander chuckled darkly, pounding into her from behind. “That’s right. Say it again. Tell me how my cock feels fucking your tight little cunt.”

“It’s… too big,” she gasped, but her hips pushed back to meet his thrusts. The fiery part of her—the one that hated how helpless she felt—sparked. “You’re a bastard for doing this.”

He laughed, low and cruel, and spanked her ass hard. The sharp smack echoed. “Feisty already? Good. I like breaking girls like you.” He spanked her again, harder, then reached around to rub her clit while slamming into her.

Emma moaned loudly, the pain blending into pleasure. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples scraping against the wet wall. Alexander’s pace was relentless, balls slapping against her clit.

“You’re dripping down my cock, princess. Your virgin pussy is creaming for the man who bought it.” He pulled her hair, arching her back more, and bit down on her shoulder. “Come again. Milk my dick.”

She shattered harder this time, screaming as her second orgasm ripped through her. Her knees buckled, but Alexander held her up, fucking her through the spasms until he roared and emptied himself inside her once more, filling her womb with another load of hot cum.

He didn’t pull out immediately. Instead, he kept her pinned, his cock softening inside her while the shower rained down on them.

“Clean yourself up,” he said finally, stepping back. “Then get on your knees.”

Emma turned, legs wobbly, and washed quickly under his watchful stare. When she was done, she sank to her knees on the wet tile. His cock hung heavy in front of her face, still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices.

“Suck it,” he ordered. “Taste how your pussy wrecked my cock.”

She hesitated. Alexander gripped her wet hair and guided her mouth forward. “Open.”

Emma parted her lips. The thick head pushed past them, stretching her mouth. She sucked awkwardly at first, tongue swirling around the salty, musky taste. Alexander groaned and started fucking her face, slow then deeper.

“Relax your throat. That’s it… good girl. Take more.” He hit the back of her throat and she gagged, tears mixing with shower water. But she didn’t pull away. Something dark and needy was waking up inside her.

He face-fucked her until he was rock hard again, then pulled out with a wet pop. “Bed. Now. On all fours.”

Back in the bedroom, Emma crawled onto the silk sheets, ass raised high. Alexander climbed behind her and slammed home again. This time he was even rougher, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he railed her.

“Fuck—yes—right there!” Emma moaned, the words spilling out unfiltered. Her fiery spirit was cracking under the onslaught of raw pleasure.

Alexander reached around and rubbed her clit furiously. “Beg for it. Beg me to fill this slutty cunt again.”

“Please… Alexander… please come inside me,” she whimpered, pushing back against him desperately.

He growled in triumph and exploded deep inside her for the third time that night, triggering another shattering orgasm from her exhausted body.

They collapsed together, his cock still buried in her leaking pussy. Alexander pulled her against his chest, one possessive hand cupping her breast.

“Sleep,” he murmured against her ear. “You’re going to need your strength. Tomorrow I’m taking you to my office and fucking you over my desk during lunch.”

Emma’s eyes fluttered shut, body sore, pussy throbbing, and mind spinning. She hated him. She wanted more. The contract had only just begun.