Taking it all

He stepped closer to the bed, his gaze never leaving my face. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

I obeyed, my legs falling open, my heart hammering in my chest. He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin as he leaned down, his mouth moving to my neck. He kissed me there, his teeth grazing my flesh, sending shivers down my spine. His hands moved to my thighs, his thumbs stroking the soft skin as he positioned himself between my legs.

He guided himself to my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against me. I gasped, the anticipation of the pain mingling with the excitement of the unknown. He pushed in, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine. I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep the whimper of pain from escaping.

Suddenly, he grabbed my neck with a firm grip, and with one powerful thrust, he broke through my barrier. I screamed, the pain tearing through me like a knife. He didn't stop, though, his hips moving with a force that was both terrifying and exhilarating. I felt my hymen give way, the tear sending a sharp, agonizing pain that made stars dance before my eyes.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I gasped for air.

"Shhh shhh It's okay sweetie," he murmured, kissing the salty tears that traced a path down to my neck. His voice was soothing,He withdrew slightly, his grip on my hips tightening as he looked down at me, his eyes filled with a strange mix of concern and lust.

"You're so tight," he said, his voice thick with wonder. "So perfect."

I nodded, tears still streaming down my cheeks. "It hurts," I managed to get out, my voice shaking.

He leaned down, kissing my forehead. "I know, baby. But it'll be over soon, and then it'll just feel good." His voice was soothing, but the pain was overwhelming.

I took a shaky breath, trying to focus on his words. His cock was still inside me, stretching me wide, and I could feel him pulsing with restraint. He began to move his hips, slowly this time, his eyes never leaving mine. Each stroke sent pain that gradually began to recede, leaving only the feeling of fullness.

"You're doing so good," he whispered, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through my very soul. "Your tight little pussy is taking me so well."

I nodded, my eyes never leaving his. The pain had indeed begun to subside, and in its place, a warm, building sensation grew. His strokes grew bolder and I found myself gripping the bedsheets beneath me, my body arching to meet his thrusts.

“Why did you choose to work for me, Sophia?” he asked, his voice low and gruff with passion. “Was it because of your mother, or was it something more?”

I took a deep, shaky breath, my body still adjusting to the feel of him inside me. “My mother had nothing to do with it,” I murmured, the truth spilling from my lips. “I wanted this... I wanted you.”

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eye. “Did you now?” His thrusts grew deeper, more furious, his grip on my hips tightening. He slammed into me, and I cried out, my body shuddering with each impact.

Instinctively, my arms reached up, wrapping around his neck. My nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t seem to mind, his eyes flashing with a dark pleasure as I held onto him.

“Why?” he grunted, his hips slamming into mine, each thrust sending a jolt of pain that was quickly overtaken by a rising tide of pleasure.

I moaned, my nails digging into his skin. “I-I don’t know,” I whispered, my eyes squeezed shut. “I just... I couldn’t help it.”

He stilled, his cock buried deep within me. “Couldn’t help what?” he asked, his voice tight with restraint.

I opened my eyes, looking up at him. “Wanting you,” I admitted, the words barely a whisper.

His smirk grew, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Say it again,” he demanded.

I swallowed hard, feeling his cock twitch inside me. “I wanted you,” I whispered, the words sounding strange and vulnerable in the quiet room.

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine as if looking for something deeper. Then, with a groan, he began to move again, his strokes long and deep, filling me completely. The pain had subsided, and in its place was a burning need that grew with every thrust.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice hoarse.

I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. His pupils were dilated, his eyes filled with a hunger that made my heart race. "I've always liked you," I whispered, the words feeling both terrifying and liberating. "Even though you're way older than me, Kael."

Kael's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he didn't move, his cock buried deep inside me. Then, with a low groan, he began to thrust again, his movements more urgent. "Is that why you took this job?" he asked, his voice tight.

I nodded, my eyes never leaving his. "Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of the confession. "I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stay away. I had to be close to you."

Kael's eyes searched mine, the intensity in them making me feel like I was drowning. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my neck. "And now that you are?"

I bit my lip, the reality of my confession sinking in. "I don't know," I admitted, my voice shaking. "But I can't stop thinking about you."

Kael chuckled, the sound low and deep, sending a thrill through me. "An 18-year-old girl wanting me," he murmured, his voice filled with amusement and something else I couldn't quite place. "How delightful."

He pushed into me again, and I gasped at the sensation, the pleasure mingling with the pain. His strokes grew harder, more demanding, and I could feel the beginnings of something building inside me, something that scared me almost as much as it excited me.

"You're going to take it all, baby," he murmured against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "Every drop of me."

The words sent a thrill through me, and I knew what he meant. The reality of what was about to happen hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt a jolt of fear mixed with a strange excitement. "Kael," I protested weakly, my voice shaking. "Please, I-I'm not ready for that."