THE VISIT, PT. 2

Don't waste your energy on people who won't do the same, babe.

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CHAPTER XVII

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“NO, DANIEL,” I murmured in a last attempt to regain my sanity as I weakly tried to push him away.

“Tell me to stop,” he challenged, making me look down into his eyes, my mouth parted as his fingers worked themselves leisurely over my hard nub. He then shifted my underwear to the side and slid a single finger up my slit, gathering the wetness between my legs before working it over my clit again in a tantalisingly slow rhythm. “Tell me to stop and I'll stop.”

“Daniel,” I breathed out, trying to keep my composure and stand by my decision.

All I had to do was utter that one, small word and I would have successfully honoured myself. But with the way my hips started moving to the rhythm of his fingers and my breathing slowed down and became shallow, I knew there was no amount of self control that could bring me back to sanity again.

I threw my head back, letting out a loud sigh as the pleasure from his fingers coursed through me. I bit down on my lip to bring me back to earth, but it was like the more I stayed there, the more lost I became.

Taking my response as a yes, he wrapped his arm around my waist and stood up, making me instantly wrap my legs around him to ensure I didn't fall. He placed me on his desk and spread my legs open for him.

His lips captured mine again and this time, I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. His warm tongue caressed mine in a hot, open-mouthed kiss and he brought his hand to the back of my head, burying his fingers in my thick curls. His hands trailed down to my legs to hoist them up around his waist as I leaned back onto my elbows.

My dress fell, bunching just before where my bum touched the desk. Daniel lifted me up slightly and I quickly hitched it up to my hips before he put me down. After that, he took the edge of my black panties and quickly yanked it off, dropping it on the floor near his feet as he continued the kiss.

Surprising me, he grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against him, letting me feel his large bulge through his jeans.

I did that, I couldn't help but think to myself. I made him that hard.

I bit my lip, suppressing a moan as I rubbed myself against him. He groaned, pressing his face into my neck and breathing heavily against my skin. Taking a bold move, I brought a hand to his jeans and rubbed him through it, loving the way he felt in my hands.

“Fuck,” he said lowly, nipping at my neck gently as I arched into him. There was just something sexy about hearing a guy moan. “See what you've done?” he asked, gesturing to the bulge I was trying to get into me.

I didn't answer. I was too busy trying to reclaim his lips again, but he obviously didn't like my lack of a response. He grabbed my chin roughly and forced me to look at him. “Are you going to help me?”

I nodded eagerly, wanting nothing more than to please him.

“You'll make me feel good?” he chuckled, leaning in closer to me so his breath could hit my lip. I licked my lips, glancing down at his pink delicious ones before meeting his dilated eyes again.

I couldn't help but wonder if mine looked the same.

“I will,” I said, nodding. “I will.”

He pressed his lips to mine in that moment, dropping his hand to my throat and squeezing it while his other hand slipped between our bodies to my core again. He spread my lower lips apart, letting the cold air nip at my already sensitive center as he circled his middle finger along my entrance.

I jerked my hips, just wanting him to enter me already but he only chuckled and moved his hand away, making me let out a whimper into the kiss.

He let his thumb rub over my swollen clit with no particular rhythm, enjoying the way I jerked up suddenly whenever he brushed me the right way. He trailed open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck, chuckling at the way I pressed myself into him to try and gain more friction.

I needed him to fuck me dammit.

As if reading my mind, his middle finger plunged deep into me, making me freeze completely and stare up at the ceiling with wide eyes. My pussy stretched delightfully to accommodate the sudden new intrusion and a wave of pleasure shot up my spine.

“Do you like that?” he asked huskily, pumping his finger in and out of me and letting his thumb rub over my clit. I nodded my head, gaining my senses back and moving my hips along with his movements as I bit my lip to suppress my moan.

“Mhmm.”

Unlike his initial approach, he slowly slipped a second finger into me, keeping a steady rhythm as I threw my head back and fell onto the desk. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, closing my eyes. “Faster. Please go faster.”

“You want faster?” I nodded, peeking a look at him as he smirked down at me with mischief in his eyes. And then he went slow.

I let out a long, drawn out moan in both frustration and absolute bliss. His fingers were hitting deeper inside me and he curled them just at the right spot that made me see stars.

I pushed my hair out of my face before gripping onto the edge of the desk. I felt that same familiar intense feeling of pleasure build up in my stomach, making me grit my teeth together in absolute ecstasy.

“I'm... going to...” I couldn't finish my sentence because just as I was about to be thrown into a world of pleasure, he suddenly withdrew his fingers.

“No,” I cried, reaching over to finish the job that he started as my eyes flew open. He grabbed my arm, though and held it above my head before grabbing the other innocent arm and restraining it as well.

I now had my back completely against the desk, my chest arched up in the air with my arms pinned above my head and my legs wrapped tightly around Daniel's waist.

“If I don't let you cum,” he said, slowly rubbing his erection into me as I let out small moans of both pain and pleasure, “you don't cum. Okay?”

I only nodded, but he showed his dislike to that by suddenly thrusting into me, but pulling away just as quickly as my lungs seized.

“Use your words.”

“Okay,” I replied in a low voice as I nodded.

His eyes were dark as he looked at me and for a second, I wondered what was going through his mind. He scanned up and down my body, letting his free hand grope my boobs while his other hand limited my movements.

Finally, he let go of my wrists and grabbed my waist. He gently turned me over so my stomach was against his wooden desk. I had to point my toes to touch the floor with my bum pushed up in the air and then, I realised that I was being bent over his desk.

“Are you ready?” I felt his hot breath on the back of my ear which only made me gush even more. For a second, I could almost swear I felt my own wetness trail down my legs.

“Yes,” I answered quietly, pushing my butt into his bulge to push my point.

I felt his lips turn upward against my ear, but the feeling only lasted a second because after that, the heat from his body was gone. I heard the crinkling sound of a condom package, but my stomach dropped at the sound of his belt buckle.

My mind flashed back to Vincent and the horrible things he was going to do to me when I was with him and I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming crippling fear wash over me. Every bone in my body was telling me to hightail it out of there, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that the person behind me was Daniel. Not Vincent.

I leaned up and tried to look behind me just to settle my own nerves, but then his hands suddenly grabbed my waist and pushed me down against the table so I couldn't move. I swallowed down a scream and tried to control the panic I was feeling because there was no need for it, right? I was with Daniel, right? He wouldn't hurt me like that.

Right?

“Remember. Just say stop and I'll stop.” His voice instantly soothed my panic and once his words registered in my brain, it soothed me more.

“Okay.”

I felt him press himself against my entrance and I felt my breath hitch at how much resistance I was putting up. It wasn't exactly painful, but the pressure I was feeling was a bit uncomfortable.

Daniel didn't force himself any further. He instead brought his tip down and pressed himself against my clit which had me moaning in seconds before coming back up to my entrance again.

I had worked myself up to a state where my natural lubrication was close to non-existent, but with Daniel's slow and deliberate actions, I found myself pouring out like an open faucet again.

He pressed into me, being met with a small amount of resistance but nothing he couldn't easily push through. Instead though he repeated his earlier actions and my breath hitched again as he pressed himself against my clit.

“When was the last time you had sex?” he asked me, his voice low and raspy. It must've been torture for him too.

“Three years ago maybe,” I answered unsuredly.

He didn't give me time to think about whether or not my answer was right, because in that moment, he had finally pushed himself into me completely and everything flew out of my head.

I gritted my teeth together and tried to keep my composure as I remembered how painfully hard it was for me to take dick.

His movements were slow and felt way too good as he grabbed my waist and pressed me down against the hard oak desk. It wasn't the most comfortable thing to be bent over, but the pure pleasure I was feeling overpowered any pain I was feeling in that moment.

“Fuck,” I heard him curse behind me as he grabbed a handful of my ass and kneaded it softly in his hand.

I let out a low moan, pushing myself closer to him as he continued his slow thrusts. Everytime he thrust back into me, I would bounce further up the desk and he would squeeze my waist and pull me back to him just for the same thing to happen again.

My toes curled inside my shoes and I pressed my teeth together so hard, I was almost sure that I had cracked a few. “Daniel,” I breathed out, feeling out of breath as my heart rate sped up and my stomach did flips.

“What?” he answered, paying no attention to how I was near tears.

He lifted my leg and placed it on the desk, opening me even more to him as he angled his thrusts downward to hit my favourite spot.

I reached my hand back, trying to push him away so I could take a breather because the feelings coursing through me were becoming too intense for me to handle. He grabbed my hand and pinned it against my back before grabbing my other hand and doing the same. Fixing them both in one hand, he grabbed my waist and forced me to stay still as I attempted to move away from.

“Where the fuck do you think you're going?” he asked tauntingly as I let out a whimper. He began pounding into me, making my walls throb every time he withdrew. My moans got louder and more drawn out as tears began trailing down my cheeks.

I pressed my cheek to the desk, letting a sob escape me between moans as I clenched around him so he wouldn't leave. He placed a harsh slap on my ass to punish me for doing it, the sting reverberating around the room as I yelped in surprise.

His thrusts slowed slightly and before I could ask him why, he spoke up. “Tell me to stop if you want to,” he reminded me.

I actually clenched at that because I was so turned on with how he reminded me that I could.

I shook my head and pressed myself into him. “Don't stop.”

“Then take it,” he growled, slamming into me suddenly. My scream pierced the air, making my own ears ring as the same intense feeling from before started building up in my stomach again.

I struggled to release my hands, but his grip on them was firm and I found my moans only getting louder and more high-pitched as he sped up.

He bent over me, still keeping his thrusts steady as he placed his free hand over my mouth to keep my noise down. I probably would have been embarrassed if I wasn't so focused on coming undone in his office. He pressed his face into my wild hair and my stomach fluttered at the feeling.

“Are you going to cum?” he asked, letting go of my hands because he knew I couldn't do anything with us in this position. He was hitting deeper and rubbing up against my g-spot and I was seeing literal stars.

I nodded my head, unable to control the tears spilling down my cheeks as he roughly gripped my waist and held me in place while he drilled into me.

He sped up again, bringing me even closer to the edge. I curled my hand into fists and tried to suppress the scream of ecstasy that wanted to rip through me. I couldn't help but let it go as I felt Daniel's arm coming around me to rub my clit.

Thankfully, his other hand was still over my mouth because in that moment, I let go. I saw stars and as the high pitched sound of my scream faded away, a lower, louder and drawn out moan came after it.

My body tensed up and instead of squeezing my eyes shut like I usually did when I made myself cum, I kept them wide open, staring at the unlocked door in front of me.

If anyone was to walk in, it would be game over. There would be no explaining ourselves. No, “oh, he just accidentally slipped his dick into me. We didn't even realise it was there.” No, none of that because what we were doing was as clear as day.

That realisation only turned me on more. It made my orgasm more intense and last longer than any I'd experienced because this was by far the most risky thing I had ever done.

I heard a low, but long groan come from behind me as my pussy clenched around Daniel's dick, milking him for all he was worth until he gave in and spilled into the condom he was thankfully wearing because I wasn't on birth control.

And I didn't like Samantha.

He pulled out seconds later and I collapsed completely against the table, feeling exhausted as the adrenaline in my blood dropped drastically. My body hurt and I was suddenly reminded of why I didn't like being bent over tables again.

Everything felt so much clearer though. The fog in my brain was starting to clear up and there was a light hum in my heart for a moment as it started to return to its normal rate.

The power of an orgasm was greatly underestimated.

I stood up, feeling my legs wobble but I kept my balance as I fixed my dress and picked up my black panties from the floor. I didn't know what to do.

Daniel collapsed back into his seat with his head thrown back. He was back in his pants and he seemed to be calmer than he was before. And then suddenly, he spoke.

“What I said in the office,” he began, letting out an exhausted breath. “It still stands.”

I stared at him with confusion. What did he say in the office? Why was it so important now?

“Just because I fucked you doesn't mean you're special.” I felt my heart break at his words, but I said nothing and instead stared at him with crossed arms. He didn't even look at me. “The only thing this has done is make you the exact same as Samantha.” He then opened his eyes and looked at me. “There's nothing between us.”

I wanted to scream and cry and shout at him because who in their right mind would tell a girl they just had sex with this? Who would tell anyone this? But at the end of the day, it was my fault.

At least Samantha had something to hold onto when she was with him. She was his girl for a week maybe. I was his secret for an hour. Someone like me just wasn't worthy of him and I should've known it before I spread my legs.

With a small nod, I buried my hands into my pocket and made my way to the door. “Okay.”

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I'm sorry yall I'm sorry.

Lmao no tf I'm not. It's only going to get worse from here so strap in.