4. Owned by the Villain

JADE

"No, you're not." He stopped his hand dead.

​The sudden void of sensation made me let out a loud, pathetic sob. I was so close, my body was vibrating, and he just left me hanging.

​He didn't say a word. He reached across the desk and picked up a heavy, glass paperweight. It was freezing cold. He pressed the smooth surface right against my heated, throbbing pussy.

​"Ah! Oh my God!" I gasped, my back arching so hard it hurt. The cold glass against my swollen clit made my head spin.

​"You're a mess, Jade," he growled. He started rubbing the glass against me, bringing me right to the very brink of a scream, then pulling it away. He did it over and over. "Look at how much you're leaking. You’re desperate, aren't you? You’re a desperate little slut.”

​"Yes! Please! Ryan, I need it!" I was a sobbing mess. I was clawing at his expensive suit jacket, trying to pull him closer.

​"Tell me you're mine," he commanded. He leaned down and bit my earlobe so hard I winced. "Tell me you don't want the book. Tell me you want this cock. Say it!”

​"I want this! I want you!" I cried out. "I'm yours! Please, just finish it! Fuck me, Ryan! Please!”

He didn't wait another second. He grabbed me and spun me around, slamming my face down onto the hard desk. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging in so hard I knew they’d leave bruises. He positioned the head of his cock right at my entrance. He didn't go in as I wanted him to badly, he rubbed it up and down, coating himself in my juices instead.

Slick noises fill the air.

The sound was so loud and wet. I was incoherent, just begging and crying into the wood of the desk.

​"Ryan, please! I can't take it anymore! Fuck me! Just fuck me!”

​"Since you asked so nicely," he growled.

​He lunged forward, burying his entire length inside me in one violent, soul-crushing thrust.

​"OH GOD!" I screamed. I couldn't even breathe. He stayed buried inside me, his heavy weight pinning me to the desk. I could feel every single throb of him stretching me out. 

​​"Look at me, Jade," he said, his voice a rough vibration against my neck. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes were burning with hunger. "Is the reality hitting you yet? Or do you still think I’m made of ink?”

​"Ryan," I gasped, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the desk. "It’s too much... you’re too big…”

​"No, it's exactly what you wanted," he hissed.

He started to move. He didn't go slow. He drove into me with a relentless, brutal force. 

BANG BANG BANG

Every thrust bottomed out against my cervix. It sent shocks of white-hot fire through my whole body. The sound of us hitting was so loud in the quiet room. My juices made every slide of his skin against mine slick and loud. 

​"Please," I sobbed, my head tossing back. "Don't stop. Please, Ryan, harder!”

​This was exactly what I’d spent months reading about. I used to imagine what it would be like to have a man take me with that much hunger. Now Ryan was doing it. 

​"I told you," he grunted, picking up the pace until he was a blur of motion. "I don't stop just because you're overwhelmed. You wanted the villain, Jade. You got him.”

He reached around and squeezed my breast so hard I screamed. He was biting my shoulder while he hammered into my core. I was falling apart. I wasn't just Jade anymore. I was the girl on the table…I was the slut in the story.

​"I'm coming! I'm coming! Ryan, I'm going to—”

​"Not so fast little liar."

​He suddenly slowed down. He pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in an inch at a time. I felt every single ridge of him.

​"Ryan! Why? Please!" I was crying from the frustration. I was right on the edge and he was holding me back.

​"Because I want you to remember this," he whispered in my ear. His breath was so hot. "I want you to know what it feels like to have me decide when you get to feel good.

I want you to picture me overtime you read your little p**n books…I want you to think of me late at night when you can’t stop your dirty little dirty hands from going deep into your sluty cunt. I own your pleasure now."

​He kept me there for minutes, pulsing inside me while I begged and sobbed. My whole body was shaking. It was a total power play. It was exactly like the smut I read at night.

​When he finally decided I’d had enough, he didn't ease into it. He grabbed my hips and lunged.

​The climax was at a peak I have never reached. I screamed and my whole body locked up. My pussy walls clamped around him desperately. Ryan let out a desperate grunt and slammed into me one last time. I felt the hot, thick explosion of his cum filling me up, deep and heavy.

​We stayed like that for a long time. The only sound was our loud, heavy breathing. I was laid over the desk, my cheek against the wood, my body still twitching from the shock.

​He pulled out with a wet, final sound. I immediately missed his weight. He didn't help me up. He just walked back to his chair and sat down like nothing happened. He picked up the signed contract and tossed it onto my bare, sweaty back.

​"Your sister’s funding," he said, his voice professional and cold again. "And your book is in the drawer. Don't forget it again."

​I sat up slowly, my legs like jelly. I had to grip the desk just to stand. I looked at him. 

​"Ryan."

​"Go home, Jade," he said, not even looking up. "Read the next chapters. Especially the part about the elevator. We have a nine o'clock meeting tomorrow, and it’s a long ride to the top."

**********

BANG!

I woke up when Celia slammed a folder onto my desk.

"Jade, move it! He's already in there."

I blinked. My cheek was hot from where it had been pressed against the pages of my book. My skin was damp and my heart was still going too fast. And I could feel the moist below my pants. I looked down at the paperback. I had fallen asleep mid-chapter.

The dream was still sitting heavy on me. I could still feel it.

"I'm coming," I muttered, shoving the book into my bag.

We walked into the boardroom and I stopped paying attention to Celia the second I saw him. He was sitting at the head of the table, reading through some papers. He was tall, broad and dressed in an expensive suit.

He looked exactly like the man from my dream.

He looked up and his eyes found mine and I felt my stomach drop straight to the floor.

I told myself it was a coincidence. People look like other people. It didn't mean anything.

Then he spoke and his voice was a low, dry rasp and it was the exact same voice and my hands began sweating.

"This is Ryan Dexter ," Celia said.

I stopped breathing. 

How is that possible?

Is this some sort of prank?

He tilted his head slightly, still watching me. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he said.

I hadn't. It was worse than that.

What the fuck was going on?

I shook off the eerie feeling and tried to concentrate as I reached into my bag for my notepad and felt the book shift. I looked down. The cover was facing up, sitting right at the top of my open bag, visible to anyone who looked. I looked back up and Ryan's eyes were already moving back to mine, slow and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.

I couldn't reach down to fix it without him noticing.

I gripped my pen and stared at my blank notepad and said nothing.

The meeting started and I felt an odd sense of Deja Vu.

Was my dream about to cum through?