Chapter 3: A reckoning in the Restroom II

Vera was still reeling from Elias’s final, possessive statement when he closed the distance between them.

Elias was not done with her? What does he mean by only the one that has been thoroughly ruined? Vera did not think he would fuck her in this tiny pub restroom stall, but honestly, she was up for anything he had to offer. Totally anything.

“Turn around for me and bend over,” Elias demanded.

Vera climbed down the water tank and strode to the sink to do as he instructed. The anticipation of what he would do sent a faint blush up her cheek. She was so hot and ready for this man.

Her cunt was open and on display, letting him see her liquid wetness running down her inner thighs. He brushed her swollen clit gently, teasingly, and Vera shuddered from the small touch.

I need you. I need your cock inside me.

She heard his zipper coming off, and he slapped her breasts. Both of them jiggled slightly at the force, and a faint hue of pink coated them.

“You would take whatever I give to you. Understood?”

Vera nodded quickly, too turned on to even speak. He grabbed his dick, its length impressive, and positioned it at her entrance, sliding his length up and down her wetness and teasing her wantonly until her legs felt weak from the torture.

“How bad do you want it?” he asked.

“Elias, please,” Vera begged.

He gripped her hair and pulled her head up until she was resting on his shoulders, her torso perfectly arched.

“It’s Daddy to you. Understood?” he growled in her ear, two fingers simultaneously pressing on her clit. Vera could have had an orgasm right there just from the dominating look in his eyes and that command alone.

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed.

“P-please...please fuck me, daddy.”

His first thrust was hard and brutal, like the ripping of a bandage, and Vera screamed at the sudden fullness.

“Ahhhh...oh my god.”

“Take it like a good girl.” He grunted as he started to move inside her. His grip on her hair had not lessened, and his assault on her sensitive bud had not relented as he fucked her too hard.

“Your pussy is so tight and wet for me....Such a good girl.” He bit down her neck.

Vera tried to stay silent as he fucked her, yet groans escaped her at the feeling of his cock inside her.

“Please, D...daddy.” Her whimper ended in a moan. She could not yet decide if she hated his rough thrusts and how he took her or if she enjoyed it.

“What is it?” he asked, not once stopping his harsh thrusts. Her whole body rocked forward every time he slammed inside her.

“Please slow down.”

Slapping her ass with both hands, he kept her in place as he pumped into her with great speed.

“You do not get to decide that.”

The damp air was thick with sweat and her arousal, and Vera held onto the sink, her insides about to burst from the heightening sensations.

Elias found her clit and pinched it hard. Vera yelled out the fresh pain, and her body tensed for a second. “You are not allowed to cum.”

“B...but I need to,” she whimpered breathlessly, feeling lightheaded as he slammed into her from behind.

He smacked her ass. “What you need to do is to follow my orders.” Then he leaned over and whispered in her ears. “Show me you can be a good girl.”

Elias wrecked her pussy as he continued to slam inside. He pulled out when he neared his orgasm, spilling his sperm all over her ass cheeks until the last drop.

He finally released her ass and dragged up his pants. Their labored breathing filled the stall while Vera basked in the euphoria of the just-concluded activity.

“As much as I would like to stay here with you all night, we have to go now. The darts final would have ended by now.” Elias threw her off her thoughts.

Vera’s hazy mind finally cleared, pulling her back to the reality of the loud pub just outside the door. She had totally forgotten where they were.

“Right,” she responded, none of them making an effort to move as they just gazed at each other. Did I kiss him? To engage him in another mind-blowing session. This time, she wanted to do the giving. Her eyes glanced at his shorts and saw the bulge still prominent.

She wanted to make a move on him.

Elias stood and adjusted his shorts. He smirked down at Vera like he had known what she was about to do and had succeeded in foiling her plans. She gave him an innocent smile.

“You should get yourself cleaned and dressed now. See you around, Vera,” he said as he unlocked the door and walked out, ensuring to shut it behind him.

Vera didn't need to be told twice. She quickly got dressed, her mind already buzzing with plans to seek him out again. Her ponytail was ruined, and she hadn't brought her purse with any emergency supplies. She wouldn't let this spoil her new look.

She washed her face clean of her smeared make-up and raked her fingers through her auburn mid-length waves. Giving herself a quick, satisfied wink in the mirror, she strutted out of the restroom, ready to face the world.

True to his words, the final round had ended. Her dad was nowhere near the dartboard, but she quickly spotted him near the side entrance, chatting with the bartender. Elias was nowhere in sight.

“There you are,” her father said, his brow furrowed. “I was about to come check on you. Are you feeling any better?”

Vera squeezed his arm reassuringly.

“Much better, Papa. I just needed a minute. Let’s go, I’m ready for bed.” She didn’t mention the state of her denim shorts, simply guiding her dad toward the door. Her body was buzzing, alive with the memory of Elias’s roughness, a secret she happily took with her out into the cold night.