good girl

warning: graphic, nsfw; contains themes of non-consent/reluctance

he pulled her by her arm into a room he knew was empty. taken by surprise, she gasped, and fear fluttered in her chest as he backed her against the wall. her hands clenched into fists, gripping the hem of her sunday dress, as if she somehow knew and dreaded what was going to happen.

he leaned down so his face was level with hers and she was forced to look him in the eyes. he loved the slight panic he saw in her bright blue ones. grinning, he bared his teeth and made a move as if to bite her, and she flinched. he chuckled. predictable.

she was a bundle of nerves and his voice came like a soft caress, low and soothing. "i'll give you what you want, hun." he leaned in so the stubble on his face briefly scratched her cheek, and whispered darkly into her ear, telling her to take off her clothes.

she fidgeted, acting like she was uncomfortable. she mumbled a soft no in response to his repeated requests. he froze. suddenly, his voice was menacing and in a demeaning bark, he spoke into her ear, "what was that?" he unclenched her fists with his rough hands, gripped the sides of her waist.

his utterly confident smile told her she was powerless; there was nothing she could do. her body told her she might as well give in, when he said, "guess i'll have to do it for you, then."

he started licking and sucking on her neck, and despite herself, she relaxed. she tilted her head and let out a soft sigh. he caught the sound and chuckled again. somehow it made tremors run through her body. his hands traveled across her skin under the skirt of her dress. delighted to find she was wearing a thong, his strong hands gripped her ass, kneading and squeezing.

"let's start with this, shall we?" he hooked his fingers on the waistband of the thin fabric, and pulled her panties down. she shivered at the sensation, only noticing how wet she was with her pussy exposed. she blushed deeply and tried to pull her legs together, but it was too late. his hand was already between them, his fingers pushing into her folds. he played with her wetness, as he took her mouth in his.

crushed against him like that, she lost herself in the simultaneous pleasure of the kiss, and his fingers working her pussy. she moaned and sighed against his lips and forgot herself as he stuck two fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. soon enough she was cumming and pleading with him not to stop. "oh, i know something you'll like even more," he said, with a laugh.

he released her from her position against the wall and nodded towards a nearby desk. trembling a bit, she went and dutifully bent over it. "there we go, you're finally cooperating." she could barely think straight but she heard the husky quality of his voice and it made her ache for him. in the next second he was slapping her ass, which, despite her anticipation, all but made her scream, and pushing the head of his dick along her pussy, teasing her, pressing hard on her clit. he gripped her ass as he slid his hard cock inside her all in one go.

she spasmed around him and he grunted from the pleasure. he fucked her so hard she couldn't help being a bit loud, forgetting there were other people in the building. her tight pussy felt so good gripping his thickness that he rammed her repeatedly, his hips smacking against her ass. then he slowed down his strokes, pulling himself almost entirely out of her so she let out a cry, then pushing inside her violently. her pussy sucked him in the whole time, wanting his cum.

soon enough, her pussy was gushing with his cum and with her orgasm only making her tighter around his cock, he came and came. when he finally pulled out his sperm was dripping out the gaping hole of her pussy, a satisfying sight.

he smirked to himself while she panted. "well, look who enjoyed herself. why did you bother resisting in the first place, darling?" she lifted herself from the table and collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. she was a rumpled mess in her half-off dress, juices still slipping down her thighs. almost as if to convince herself, she said, "i'm a good girl," to which he only laughed and replied, "good girls don't do what you do."