CHAPTER 2: AU PAIR’S CORRUPTION PT 2

Chloe stayed frozen in the middle of the office, her heart pounding hard in her chest. 

The taste of Damien's cock still lingered on her tongue from the first time he made her suck him. Her legs felt weak. Before she could step back, Damien's large hand landed on her shoulder and pushed her down firmly.

"On your knees," he said.

The expensive rug pressed into her skin as she dropped. It felt soft but thick under her bare knees. Damien stood tall above her, his thick cock hanging heavy in front of her face. The head was still shiny and wet. He wrapped one hand around the base and tapped the head against her cheek with a soft, fleshy smack.

"Open," he ordered.

Chloe parted her lips. He fed the head into her mouth right away. The warm, salty taste filled her again. Her mouth stretched around his thickness. Damien placed both hands on the sides of her head at first, gently but with clear control. 

He pushed forward slowly, sliding more of his cock over her tongue until it touched the back of her throat.

"Relax your throat," he told her. "Breathe through your nose."

He started moving his hips in measured thrusts. Not too deep at first. The head bumped against her throat each time. Chloe gagged softly, her eyes watering. Saliva pooled in her mouth and started dripping down her chin. Damien kept the pace steady, pulling back just enough for her to catch a breath before sliding in again.

"That's my eager little mouth," he praised. His voice was low and rough. "You look so pretty like this."

He pushed a little deeper on the next thrust. 

Chloe's throat tightened and she gagged harder. Tears spilled down her cheeks. The wet sounds of her mouth and throat filled the quiet office. 

Drool ran in long strings from her lips onto her small breasts. Her nipples stayed hard in the cool air. Part of her felt shocked and ashamed, but her pussy throbbed between her legs, getting wetter with every push.

Damien's grip on her head grew firmer. He held her in place and thrust deeper. The head of his cock slipped into her tight throat. 

Chloe's eyes widened. She choked, her throat squeezing around him. More tears flowed freely down her face. She gripped his thighs for balance, her fingers digging into his muscles. He kept her there for a few seconds, then pulled back so she could gasp for air.

"Good girl. Take it deeper," he said.

He fed his cock back in, training her. Each thrust went a bit further. Her nose pressed against his dark pubic hair when he went all the way. 

The musky smell of him filled her lungs. Chloe's throat made wet, gagging noises every time he pushed in. 

Drool poured from her mouth now, soaking the front of her tank top and dripping onto the rug. Her jaw ached from stretching around his girth. She tried to breathe when she could, sucking in air through her nose while her throat worked around him.

Damien groaned softly. "Fuck, your mouth feels good. So warm and tight. Keep sucking."

He held her head with both hands now and fucked her throat with relentless but controlled strokes. Not fast, but steady and deep. 

Chloe's small body rocked on her knees with each thrust. Her tears kept falling, mixing with the drool on her chin. The reality of what was happening hit her in waves. 

She had only been here four days. Now this powerful man was using her mouth like this. Her naive thoughts about him from the night before felt so different from the thick cock stretching her throat right now.

After several long minutes, Damien pulled out completely. Strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to his cock. Chloe coughed and gasped, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. Her face was a mess of tears and drool. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

"Stand up," he said.

She rose on shaky legs. Damien turned her around and bent her over the back of his leather desk chair. The cool leather pressed against her stomach and small breasts through her thin top. He yanked her cotton shorts down in one quick motion, exposing her bare ass and wet pussy. The shorts bunched around her ankles. 

Damien's big hand rubbed over her smooth ass cheeks. Then he brought his palm down hard. The sharp smack echoed in the office. Pain bloomed across her skin. 

Chloe gasped. 

He spanked her again on the other cheek, just as firm. The sting made her flinch. He delivered several more hard spanks, alternating sides. Each one landed with a loud crack. Her ass grew hotter and redder with every hit.

"Ah!" Chloe cried out after a particularly hard slap. Her ass burned now, glowing red under his hand. The pain mixed with the ache between her legs. Her pussy dripped down her inner thighs. Damien rubbed the sore skin, squeezing her cheeks roughly.

"Look at this innocent little ass turning red for me," he said.

He spanked her ten more times, firm and steady. The sounds rang out clearly. 

Chloe's legs trembled and tears leaked from her eyes again, but she pushed her ass back slightly toward his hand. The leather chair creaked under her weight. Her nipples rubbed against the chair with every jolt from the spanks, sending little sparks through her body.

Damien stopped spanking. He stepped closer behind her. His thick cock slid between her thighs, pressing against her wet pussy lips without entering her. 

The heat of his shaft felt heavy and hard. He rocked his hips, grinding slowly. The length of his cock rubbed back and forth along her slit, coating himself in her slick juices. Wet sounds came from the friction. Every pass bumped against her swollen clit.

"You're dripping all over me," he whispered near her ear. His breath was hot against her neck.

 "This sweet innocent girl my wife hired. I'm going to ruin you, Chloe. Turn you into my little secret slut while she's gone."

Chloe moaned softly. The grinding felt so good. His thick cock slid easily between her thighs, slippery with her wetness. The head bumped her clit again and again. She could feel every vein on his shaft as he moved. Damien kept one hand on her sore, red ass, squeezing it while he rocked. The other hand reached around and pinched her nipple through her top.

He thrust between her thighs faster now. The wet slapping of skin mixed with her soft moans. Chloe's body rocked forward against the chair. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled. But he did not push inside. He just used the tight space between her legs, coating every inch of his cock in her arousal.

"I'm going to use every hole," he continued whispering. "Teach you things you've never dreamed of. You'll sneak to my office every night and open your legs like a good au pair."

Chloe's breathing grew ragged. The pressure on her clit built higher. Her red ass stung every time his hips bumped against it. Damien's cock moved faster between her thighs. His breathing turned heavier.

He then pushed himself into her tight hole.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his voice low and rough. 

 Chloe gasped, her fingers clutching the edge of the desk as he filled her completely, stretching her tight heat.

He didn't hold back. His hips snapped forward in a relentless rhythm, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room. 

 Chloe moaned loudly, pushing back to meet him, her pussy clenching around his thick shaft.

With one hand tangling in her hair, he pounded into her, deeper and faster. The desk creaked under their weight. Chloe's legs trembled, pleasure coiling tight in her core until she shattered with a sharp cry, her walls pulsing around him. He ground against her stretching out her orgasm then, he pulled back suddenly. 

"Turn around and spread your legs a little."

Chloe obeyed, facing him with her shorts still around her ankles. Damien stroked his slick cock fast. His eyes locked on her red ass and dripping pussy. After a few strokes, he groaned deeply. Hot cum shot out in thick ropes. The first landed on her inner thigh, warm and sticky. More followed, painting her soft skin and dripping down toward her knee. The scent of his release was strong and masculine.

He milked the last drops onto her thigh, then stepped back. Chloe stood there trembling, her face messy, ass glowing red, and cum running down her leg.

"Pull your shorts up," he said calmly.

She bent down and tugged them over her hips. The fabric pressed the cum against her skin. It felt warm and wet inside her shorts now.

"Go back to your room," Damien told her. "Clean up quietly. Say nothing about this to anyone. If you do, those videos go public. Understand?"

Chloe nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Mr. Voss."

She turned and walked to the door on shaky legs. Her ass burned with every step. 

Cum shifted inside her shorts. Her throat felt raw and used. She slipped out of the office and headed upstairs, the house silent around her. The children's doors stayed closed. She reached her guest room, closed the door behind her, and leaned against it, breathing hard.

Her mind spun. Shock still sat heavy in her chest, mixed with the lingering heat between her legs. She touched her sore ass through her shorts and felt the sticky mess on her thigh. Part of her wanted to cry and another part already wondered what he would do to her next.