Chapter 4: Count For Me

SAESHA POV

The desk is cold under my palms. Veeraj’s heat is at my back, filling the whole room, filling me so deeply. My body still aches from earlier, still tender, still stretched too wide. I shouldn’t want more. My thighs shake just from standing. But the second he slides back inside me, deep and unrelenting, I forget how to breathe.

“Count again.” His voice is flat. Commanding.

My lips part. “What-”

His fist tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so my throat arches. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Principessa. Count. Every thrust.”

The humiliation hits first. Then the rush. My chest heaves, and I whisper, “One.”

He slams forward. The desk jolts. A cry rips from me. “Say it again,” he orders.

“One!”

“Good girl.” He chuckles low, dark. “My greedy little slut can follow orders.”

The word burns, filthy and sharp. I should hate it. But my body clenches around him like it’s the only thing it ever wanted. He drags back and drives in again, harder, deeper. My arms tremble.

“Two,” I gasp.

“Louder,” he growls, tugging my hair until my scalp burns.

“Two!”

“That’s it. Count like the cockdrunk little whore you are.”

Heat floods my cheeks. The shame scalds me, but the pleasure coils hotter underneath it. My thighs tremble and I hate the way my body pulses at his words but I love it too.

“Three!” My nails scrape the desk.

“Look at you,” he snarls. “Spreading for me. Dripping down my cock. You love being nothing but a hole for me, don’t you?”

I choke on air. “N-no-”

“Yes.” His hand clamps around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal breath. “Say it.”

Tears of pleasure blur my vision. “Yes,” I whisper. He grins against my skin, cruel and satisfied. “Good girl. My obedient little slut.”

Another thrust slams into me. My scream breaks into the number. “Four!”

“Beg for the next one,” he commands.

“I-please,” I pant, shame curling tight. “Five!”

“That’s right,” he groans. “Beg while I split this sweet cunt wide open. You’re not a virgin anymore. You’re my cock sleeve.”

I whimper, the filth slicing right through me. I should push him away. Instead, I push my hips back against him.

“Six!”

“That’s it. Ride me back like a desperate toy. Pathetic little thing can’t stop clenching.”

My head drops forward. My body is soaking, every thrust wet, obscene. “Seven!”

“Eyes open,” he snaps, yanking my head back again. “Look at me when you say it.”

“Seven!” I cry, voice breaking.

“Messy slut,” he hisses. “Can’t even count without whining. You like being degraded?”

“No-”

“Yes. Say it.”

The shame chokes me. “Yes,” I breathe.

“Louder.”

“Yes!”

He groans, pounding harder. “Eight. Good my whore. Keep screaming it.”

“Eight!”

“That’s my girl.” His words are filth and praise at once. “Nine.”

“N-nine-”

“Say it properly.”

“Nine!”

“Atta girl. Ten strokes and you’re dripping like a bitch in heat. All for me.”

My body clenches tight. His words ruin me but I can’t stop moving, can’t stop needing.

“Eleven!” I scream, nails clawing wood.

“You’re loving this,” he growls, rutting into me hard. “Say thank you.”

Shame claws my throat. “Th-thank you-”

“Again.”

“Thank you!”

“That’s it. Thank me for ruining you. Thank me for using you like the filthy toy you are.”

My body convulses. “Twelve!”

His thrusts get sharper, merciless. My arms tremble so hard I almost collapse, but he slaps my hands flat again. “Stay there. Hands down. You move them, and I’ll tie them behind your back and fuck you standing.”

“Thirteen,” I sob, tears spilling now.

“Crying already?” His laugh is wicked. “Cry harder. Your tears make me harder.”

“Fourteen!” My voice is raw.

“Pathetic little cockdrunk slut,” he taunts. “First time and you’re already addicted. You’ll never get enough of me now.”

My body betrays me, shuddering at his words. The coil in my stomach tightens too fast. I can’t hold it.

“F-fifteen-” My voice breaks into a scream as the orgasm tears through me without permission. The waves crash violently, hot, humiliating. I convulse around him, gasping, sobbing, my nails digging into the desk. But he doesn’t stop. Don't even slow down.

“You disobeyed,” he snarls in my ear. “Came without permission.”

“I’m sorry-I couldn’t-”

“Now we start over.”

“No-please-”

“Yes,” he growls, relentless. “From one. Again.”

A sob rips from me. My body’s still shaking, too raw, too sensitive. But every thrust drags me higher again, past the edge of what I thought I could take.

“Say it,” he demands.

“..One.”

“Good whore.”

“Two-”

“That’s it. Keep going. Keep proving how much you love being my used little toy.” Humiliation burns hotter than my skin. But God, I’m wet, clenching, giving him everything I have in me. I hate that I love this. I love that I can’t stop.

His breath scorches my ear. “Say what you are.”

I shake my head, crying. “I’m-”

“Say it.”

“I’m your slut.”

He groans like the words wrecked him. “Again.”

“I’m your slut!”

“That’s right. My dirty little fucktoy.” My pride is gone. My body is his, and I can’t stop needing more.

“Three,” I whimper.

“Good girl.” He groans, pounding harder, merciless now. “Keep counting. Keep breaking.”

The phone buzzes and my head jerks up. The ringtone cuts sharp through the room. I turn my face, breathless, trembling, and see the screen light up on the desk.

The name hits me like ice water.Dad. My chest caves. My pulse slams faster and harder. Veeraj sees it. His thrusts are slow, deliberate, filthy. His eyes gleam with pure sin.

He leans close, lips brushing my ear. “You’re going to answer it.”

“No-I can’t-”

“You will.” His hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back, keeping me open while he pounds into me slow, deep, making every second worse. “And you’ll keep taking me while you talk to him.”

The ringtone keeps buzzing. Louder and louder. My hands shake against the desk. I turn my head, panicked. “Please, Veeraj-”

He smirks, cruel and calm. “Say hello to your dad, Principessa.”

The ringtone cuts off and Instant relief floods my chest but then it starts to ring again.

End of Chapter 4