Chapter 4

Lila's pov

“Tell me,” he growled, his dark eyes glaring into mine. “Does somebody already own you? Are you going to go fuck another man once I release you?” 

My mouth parted slightly, hear flooding my whole body at what he was implying.

I glared at him and shoved his hand away from my body. Before he could say anything else I stood up.

“Fuck you!” I cussed him and turned to leave his office right then and there, but before I could even take a step forward, his large hand grabbed my wrist and turned me to face him.

When I looked up at him, I shivered from how hard and dangerous he looked at that moment.

Oh fuck! It seemed I had just pissed the beast again. But this time he looked like the demon himself.

“Were you just about to walk out on me?” He snarled as he gripped my chin harder, forcing my chin inside my mouth. I winced in pain but still managed to glare hard at me.

“You just implied that I was a fucking slut ago sleeping with multiple men!” I snapped back at him, but this just made him press his fingers harder into my skin, and I cried out.

“You seem to have forgotten your fucking place, little bird?” he growled, his eyes glowing with something fiery and wicked. I groaned as he suddenly grabbed my waist and pressed me into his chest, my head tilting to look up at him.

“Now…do you have a fucking man?”

“N_ no, no,” I trembled underneath his hold.

“Are you sure, little bird? I get really angry and jealous, easily. So if I find out that you're in fact lying to me, your punishment won't be very enjoyable like last time.”

My pissy clenched at the promise of being punished by him again even though something told me this punishment won't be like the last one.

I swallowed loudly and nodded. “I don't have a- a boyfriend.”

“Good. Now kneel again. I need to relieve my frustration before I go to my meeting.”

I clenched my thigh and did as he said, grabbing his trouser. A huge tent has already begun to form on his crotch.

Did y he just cum few minutes ago? How is he still so hard?

My mind told me he got turned on by our small fight. Just like I did.

I took his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around. The salty taste of his precum hit me, and my eyes watered slightly but I kept going on.

I clenched my thigh tighter, trying to suppress the throb in my cunt that seemed to have increased generously.

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed it deeper into his shaft making it hit the back of my throat. 

“Tell me…how wet are you?” He said before groaning, his eyes dark with intense desire. “Are you dripping already?”

I grunt in affirmation, and he smirked.

“Touch yourself. Let me see how bad you want me to fuck you.”

“But don't dare pull your mouth away.”

He grabbed my hair and continued to fuck my throat.

Hard.

Fast.

I gagged quietly, tears streaming, my mascara running down my face, and my fingers trailing up my skirt.

Fuck, I was fucking soaked. A trail of my juice dropped down my thigh as I shifted my panties from the face of my pussy. I traced my hand up and down my slick fold, my hips buckling with the movement.

“Fuck yes…I savt to see your fuck those pussy like a slut,” his voice sent dien my doing like charged electricity. I whimpered around his thick cock, his taste filling my mouth.

I instantly shoved two fingers into my pussy, groaning as it slid in too easily, my hole dripping with thick juice.

“Oh fuck…that's so hot. Continue baby…go faster,” he gripped my head and began to thrust his hop into my face. My thumb found my clitoris and the pad pressed hard into the swollen flesh. I cried around his cock, the pleasure almost too much to bear. But I continued, fucking myself with my hand, and sucking his cock I feared I would such his soul out if his body.

And like he timed it perfectly, he came the second my pussy clenched hard around my fingers and I came.

He shot hot spurts down my throat and I swallowed without wasting any time, choking.

He pulled me up by the hair, and then bent me over the desk within a millisecond.

He dragged my skirt up, my bare ass now facing him. 

I was wearing no panties—he’d forbidden them.

He slammed into my pussy in one thrust and I cried out loud, my hand clenching into right fists in front of me.

“Oh gosh…oh my gosh. Yes…yes please don't stop,” I screamed into the hard wood of the table.

“Fuck…you're so tight..you feel so so good.”

He fucked me brutally, his hands gripping my hips, pounding deep.

“You’re my personal fucktoy now,” he growled. “Say it.”

“I’m your personal fucktoy,” I sobbed, my pussy clenching so tight around him.

“Beg.”

“Please, Sir—please, Daddy—let me come—”

He slapped my ass hard.

“Louder.”

“I’m your fucktoy, Daddy! Please let me come on your cock!”

He reached around, rubbed my clit rough.

I squirted all over his expensive rug, my body shaking, and pussy gushing with clear juices.

He came inside me again, filling me deep.

Then pulled out.

He made me turn and clean him with my mouth. His cum and my squirt mixed on my tongue, tasting so addicting.

I swallowed all of it, my tongue trailing down my chin to lick the ones that had fallen off. Then I saw him tuck himself away.

I slowly fixed my skirt, my knees trembling and my pissy crying from how sore it was.

“Good girl.”

And just like that, my new job description was clear.

I was his.

Every day.