Anything he wants

MARILYN

 

My spine hit the desk hard, with the sharp wood digging right into my hips. There was nowhere left to retreat when Conall stepped into my space, his heavy frame completely walling me in.

This was it.

 

I knew I had no choice, because as I stood there, wondering how the hell I was supposed to get out of this.... Bernard’s desperate, voice began vibrating in my skull.

 

"Do whatever he wants, Marilyn. Agree to anything. Just save me."

Do whatever he wants? I asked myself. Even this?

 

Before I could answer that for myself,  Conall reached out, his thick fingers clamping around my jaw and brutally forcing my face up. His eyes were cold, pitch-black abysses.

A wave of pure nausea rolled through my stomach just looking at him.

“Last chance,” he said, his voice dropping low, flat, and absolute. “You can walk out that door right now. Go home. Wait for the morning call about Bernard’s corpse.”

My eyes went wide, the breath tearing out of me. “No… please, don’t say that!”

“I’m not fucking joking.” His thumb pressed hard into my bottom lip, dragging it down. “Walk out, and by sunrise, they’ll be dragging his cold body out of that cell. Your choice, Marilyn.”

The mental image of Bernard’s lifeless body made my stomach drop into a dark pit. I could see it, cold, pale, gone forever.

This man wasn’t just cruel. He was a fucking monster.

Hot tears flooded my eyes and spilled over. “Please… don’t make me do this. There has to be another way. Money, my family’s shares, anything else—”

“There isn’t.” Without a shred of mercy, he shoved me downward, forcing me onto my knees against the biting cold of the marble floor. “Open that fucking mouth, or say goodbye to him.”

I shook my head, my voice cracking into helpless pieces. “Please, Conall… I can’t—”

His hand fisted violently into my hair, yanking my scalp back until my neck was exposed. “Stop fucking talking and open up.”

Sobbing, I let my jaw drop open.

Conall shoved his thick cock past my lips without a second of warning. The blunt head stretched my mouth wide, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged hard instantly, tears streaming down my face and soaking my cheeks.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his grip in my hair tightening until it burned. “That’s it. Take it.”

I tried to pull my head back, but his hands held me in a steel vice. He thrust deeper, forcing more of his heavy length into my throat. I choked and moaned around him, the sound wet, raw, and entirely broken.

“Please—” I tried to beg the second he pulled back for a brief breath, thick spit dripping from my chin.

He slammed right back in, harder this time. “Shut up and suck. Bernard’s life depends on how good you take this cock.”

I moaned again, utterly helpless, as he used my mouth with a steady, ruthless rhythm. Every single time I gagged, he only pushed deeper, claiming every inch.

When my chest started heaving desperately for oxygen, Conall reached down and casually pinched my nose shut. Darkness began to creep into the edges of my vision, my lungs screaming, before he finally released my nose and let me suck in a ragged breath.

“Good girl,” he whispered down at me, his dark voice dripping with sinister velvet. “Look at you. Taking my cock so fucking well.”

The praise made me feel infinitely dirtier. Another broken moan slipped out of my mouth as my tongue involuntarily wrapped around him.

He kept fucking my mouth until his body tensed hard. With a dark growl, he came, flooding my throat with a thick, scalding wave of hot cum.

I gagged violently and tried to twist my head away, but he held my jaw in a relentless grip.

“Swallow it,” he growled out, his chest heaving from his release. “Every fucking drop.”

I had no choice. Squeezing my eyes shut, tears still falling, I swallowed. Each heavy gulp felt like a direct betrayal of my soul.

I thought it was over. I was dead wrong.

Conall hauled me up off the floor like I weighed nothing at all, spinning me around and shoving me back onto the edge of the large desk. The cold wood bit into my bare skin. He aggressively swiped the evidence envelope and legal papers out of the way, forcing me flat onto my back.

“Please,” I whispered, my hands trembling as I tried to cover my exposed chest. “Don't... not like this.”

“You can still leave,” he said, standing over me like an absolute tyrant. “Walk out. Go wait for the body. Or stay right there and take what I give you.”

The horrific image of Bernard dead flashed in my mind again, suffocating me. Conall really was a ruthless monster.

“I’ll... I’ll stay,” I choked out, my voice barely an audible squeak.

He didn’t answer. He just reached out, gripped my knees, and shoved my legs wide open, staring at my dripping pussy like he already owned every inch of it.

Then he leaned down.

I completely froze the second I felt his hot mouth hit my bare skin.

Bernard had never done this.

Once, early in our relationship, I had shyly asked if he would ever try it. Bernard had looked at me like I had said something utterly disgusting and vile. “That’s not proper, Marilyn. Decent, pure girls like you should never ask for something so filthy.”

I had never asked again. I had learned to swallow my desires and stay quiet, keeping myself a good, decent girl for Bernard.

Conall clearly didn't give a fuck about me being a decent girl. In fact, he didnt seemed to be actively trying to push me to be the very opposite of a decent girl.