3. Possessed  by the villain 

JADE

​"You own me! You own me, Ryan! Ah! Ah! Right there!"

​I couldn't even think. I just hung onto his shoulders, my head tossing back as a massive orgasm tore through me. 

I felt my pussy pulse and squeeze him over and over. Ryan let out a loud roar and slammed into me one last time, pinning me to the table. I felt the hot, thick jet of his cum dumping deep inside my cunt, filling me up until I was overflowing.

​He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard. Then, he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, looking  like he didn't just fuck my brains out. He picked up my book and slid it into his pocket.

​"I'm keeping this," he said. "If you want it back, and if you want that funding check, you'll be at my house at eight tonight."

​He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me shivering and leaking on the table thinking about what the fuck just happened.

*******

​I stood in the elevator of the  penthouse with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my blazer. I have changed from  my work clothes, but I still felt like a mess. 

My skin was still sensitive from what had happened earlier, and every time I moved, I could feel him between my legs. 

I told myself I was only here for the book. I told myself I was protecting my sister's career. Not because I wanted him to take me again, and force me to submit to him.

​The doors opened and inside it was magificent.

​"I’m in the library, Jade," his voice called out to me loudly.

​I walked toward the sound. Ryan was sitting behind a massive desk, a glass of scotch in his hand. My book was sitting right in front of him. He had his feet up on the desk, looking like a true villain.

​"Give it back, Ryan," I said, my voice shaking. "You had no right to take it."

I was playing tough, but I knew what the outcome of this little visit would be. I anticipated it greatly.

​"I have the right to whatever is left in my building," he said, finally looking up. He picked up the book and fanned the pages. "I've been reading. You highlighted a lot of parts about being disciplined. Is that what you are into? Are you hoping you’d be treated roughly when you came to me tonight?”

​"No! I just want my property." I said, knowing he was right. I wanted more…I craved it.

​I stepped toward the desk and reached for the book. He didn't hand it over. He pulled it back, just out of reach. 

​I lunged for the book, my fingers grazing the worn spine, but Ryan was faster. He snatched it back, holding it high above his head with a mocking tilt of his jaw.

​"Give it back!" I snapped, my face flushed. He was definitely going to make me work for it.

​"This part is in red, and with the pattern of your highlights so far, that means you love it. Should we enact that next?" he asked, thumbing through the pages until he stopped. "The part where he makes her get on her knees to beg for what belongs to her?"

​"Ryan, stop. This isn't a game." I stepped into his space, trying to grab his arm, but he caught my wrist.

​He didn't just hold me…he pulled. I stumbled forward, my chest slamming into his hard torso. The scent of his expensive cologne and the faint smell of scotch was pungent. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with a predatory hunger that made my stomach flip.

​"You're fighting me, Jade, but your pulse is thrumming against my thumb," he whispered.

​He twisted my arm behind my back, it wasn’t to hurt me but to force me to arch my chest toward him. With his free hand, he grabbed the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair.

​"I... I just want to go home," I whispered, though I didn't pull away.

​"You're not going anywhere until you've earned it."

​He forced me down to the floor. I tried to resist…barely,  but he was stronger. He kept my arm pinned behind my back until I was kneeling on the rug at his feet.

​"You like to read about this, don't you?" he growled, standing over me like a giant. "The powerful man. The helpless girl. Tell me, Jade. Is the real thing better than the paper?"

​"No," I lied, my breath coming in short, jagged pops.

​It was a total lie. This was a million times hotter than any book I had ever read! I licked my lips, trying to look innocent, but I was actually tasting the air, wanting him. 

I wanted him to see right through my act. I wanted him to punish me for being such a liar and make me his little slut. My pussy gave a violent throb just thinking about it.

​Ryan reached down and ripped his zipper open. His cock snapped out like a spring, already thick,  and weeping a big drop of pre-cum at the tip. He didn't shove it in yet. He just stood there, the massive head of it inches from my nose. It smelled musky and sinful and I wanted every inch of it.

“Little liar ," he hissed. "Use that mouth for something other than the lies you keep telling me. If you please me, you get the book back. If you don't... I’ll show your sister exactly what her 'sweet' little assistant spends her time dreaming about. I'll tell her how much you want to be used."

The thought of my sister knowing I wasn’t just a total smut-addicted reader but a real slut like the ones I read about made my stomach do flips. It was so humiliating, and it made me so wet I felt it dripping down my thighs. 

I looked up at him, my mouth watering. He was beautiful and his length was terrifying. It was pulsing right in front of my face.

I reached out with shaking hands and gripped his hard, muscular thighs. I leaned in and swirled my tongue all around the head, licking up that salty drop of heat. “Mmmphh” A small moan escaped my throat.

​"Use your tongue, you lying brat," he commanded. He slammed his hands into my hair, fisting the strands and pulling my head back so I had to look at him. "I want to feel every single inch of your tongue. Wrap it around me. Suck it like you’re starving.”

​I took him in. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, but he was so thick my jaw felt like it was going to snap. I sucked as hard as I could, making loud, disgusting slurping noises. “Gmm…hmmm..”. I worked my tongue frantically over the sensitive underside of his shaft. I looked up at him through my lashes, watching his face.

​"Oh, fuck," Ryan groaned, his hips bucking. "You're such a little natural. You've practiced this on your fingers, haven't you? Thinking about a cock like mine?”

​"Yes," I gagged out, the word muffled by his size. "Please, Ryan... ah... please let me.”

I started bobbing my head faster. I let my saliva run down the base of his cock, making everything slick and messy. I wanted to please him so bad. I was begging with my eyes, my throat working hard around him. 

He started breathing like a beast, his fingers digging into my scalp as he forced me deeper. I felt the back of my throat hit the head of him and I gagged, my eyes tearing up.

“Yeah, take it all," he growled. "Choke on it for me.”

​I felt him start to tense up. His muscles were like rock. I sucked even harder, my cheeks hollowing out as I gave him everything I had. But just as he started to shake, he suddenly yanked my head back by my hair, pulling himself out with a wet pop.

​"Easy slut," he hissed. His face was dark and he looked like he was losing it. "I'm not letting you off that easy."

​He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back so hard I had to gasp. He hauled me across the room and shoved me against the edge of the desk. He  reached down and hiked my skirt all the way up to my waist.

​He stopped when he saw my panties. I had put on my tiniest, sexier lace pair before I left the house. They were already totally soaked. There was a huge dark wet spot right in the middle.

​"Look at that," he mocked. He let out a mean laugh. He traced the wet silk with his finger, rubbing the dampness into me. "You came well prepared for me, didn't you? You didn't come for the book. You're drowning for me while you're supposed to be fighting me. You said you just wanted to leave... Liar. You’re just a dirty little lying slut."

​SLAP! 

He swung his hand and hit my ass cheek as hard as he could. The sound was so loud. I let out a sharp yelp and my whole body jumped. It stung so bad but it made my pussy throb.

​"Say it! Say you came here knowing you were going to be fucked!" He slapped me again. .

SLAP! 

"Say it! Tell me the truth!"

​"Yes! Yes, Ryan!" I screamed. I was crying and shaking. "I’m a dirty-minded slut! I knew! I knew I came here to be fucked by you! I wanted it!"

​"Good girl," he growled.

​He hooked his thumb under the lace and ripped it to the side. He shoved two fingers into my wetness and found my clit. He started rubbing it way too hard and way too fast. It was so loud. My juices were getting all over his hand and the desk.

​His other hand flew to my throat. He gripped me tight, his thumb pressing down just enough to make my head feel light and fuzzy. I couldn't even breathe right.

​"Please," I whimpered. My legs felt like they were melting. I couldn't stand up. "Ryan, please... I'm... I'm going to—"