Condition

Marilyn

I clung to my resolve like a lifeline in the middle of a storm.

The longer Mr. Reign kept me trapped under his body, the harder it became to hold on. His hot breath brushed against my neck, and my strength began to break.

Without warning, he shoved his thick cock inside me in one hard stroke.

Pain shot through me. A loud cry tore out of my mouth before I could stop it. My whole body went stiff. The sharp stretch of his cock stealing all the air from my lungs.

My mind screamed at me to fight back, but my body would not listen. Beneath the pain, a strange, embarrassing heat began to spread deep in my belly. It was faint, but it was there... my pussy already starting to get wet around him.

Mr. Reign pushed into me again, harder this time, burying every thick inch.

“Ah—fuck!” I gasped, clutching the leather cushion.

The wet sound of his cock slamming into my pussy filled the quiet room. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, trying to stay quiet.

“M-Mr. Reign…” I whimpered, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“Stay still and take it,” he growled low against my ear.

He moved faster, setting a heavy, relentless pace. Each rough thrust dragged me forward against the armrest before he yanked me back onto his cock. My arms shook as I tried to hold myself up.

My breath came in ragged gasps. I tried to think of Bernard. I tried to remember his face and his gentle smile. But all I could feel was Mr. Reign’s heavy weight. All I could smell was his skin and his strong cologne. All I could feel was his cock stretching me open over and over.

His hand slid from my hip up to my throat. He squeezed just enough to hold me in place and pulled my back against his chest so every thrust went even deeper.

“Ah… please…” a broken gasp escaped my lips.

Hearing me make a sound only seemed to make him fuck me harder.

“Nnn… ah—fuck!” I moaned out loud. I hated myself for making that filthy sound, but I could not stop it. My pussy was getting wetter with every stroke, the slick sounds getting louder.

Every movement broke a little more of my pride. The pain began to dull, replaced by an unwanted, burning pleasure that grew with every deep thrust of his cock.

Mr. Reign angled his hips and drove into a spot that made my vision blur.

“Oh! Ah… stop… please—” I cried out, biting my lip too late.

He paused for a second, leaving just the thick head of his cock inside me. The pressure made my pussy tighten up completely. Then he slammed back inside all at once, balls-deep.

“Fuck!” I screamed. My nails dug right into the hard muscle of his leg.

A low, satisfied grunt came from Mr. Reign’s chest. He did not slow down. He held my neck with one hand, forcing me to look up at the ceiling while his other hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, yanking me back onto his cock again and again.

“Ah… ah… nnn—shit!” My moans came faster now, raw and desperate.

My pussy started to pulse around him on its own. I fought it in my mind, but my body kept clenching and sucking at his cock like it wanted more.

He pushed me down flat on the couch again, holding my hips high as he fucked me ruthlessly, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

“Ah! Please… Mr. Reign—fuck!” I sobbed out loud.

“You take my cock so fucking well,” he growled near my ear, his voice dark and heavy. “Look at this tight little pussy swallowing me.”

“N-no… ah—god—” I gasped as he hit that sensitive spot inside me again and again, the pleasure building too fast, too sharp.

My mind went foggy. I felt weightless, like I was floating away from my own body while his cock kept pounding into me.

Mr. Reign moved even faster. The couch creaked under us. His breathing got heavy and rough against my skin. One of his hands slid under me and found my clit, rubbing it in tight, filthy circles while he fucked me hard.

“Come on my cock,” he ordered. “Do it.”

I shattered with a loud, broken cry, my pussy clamping down hard around him as the orgasm ripped through me.  

He kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release, until with one last brutal push he buried himself deep and came with a low groan, flooding me with hot, thick cum.

A sudden warmth filled me, making my whole frame shiver. I tried to pull away, but he held me locked against him until every drop was inside me.

Finally, he pulled his cock out and let me fall onto the couch.

I lay there shaking, sweaty, cum leaking out of my used pussy, staring blankly at the dark ceiling.

“Mr. Reign… please…” I whispered, my voice barely working. “Drop the charges against Bernard… I did what you wanted…”

Mr. Reign adjusted his clothes without looking at me at first. Then he turned.

“I will drop the charges,” he said.

My heart leapt. Relief flooded me so fast I almost smiled through the tears. It was over. I had done it. Bernard would be free.

Then he added, calmly, “But—”

I froze.  

Did he just say 'But?!'

“What?” I gaped at him in horror.

He looked at me with a pretty, sweet smile that somehow made my blood feel ice cold.

“On one condition.”

The excitement drained out of me in an instant, and my body felt like every drop of blood had left it.  

He had one condition?  

Wasn’t this already the condition? I had just let him fuck me on his office couch. I had taken his cock, swallowed his cum earlier, come on his tongue and his dick. What else could he possibly want?

I stared up at him, with my heart hammering, as that cold, beautiful smile stayed on his face…

I held my breath, waiting for him to tell me the real price for my fiancé's freedom.