Chapter 83: Used and Left [R18]

"Stay. Feel me pulse inside your torn pussy. Then I will move and really fuck you."

Chloe stayed bent over the desk, hands flat on scattered papers, bare ass pressed tight to his hips. He was buried to the root in her bleeding heat, thick and throbbing, not moving yet. Her whole body trembled around him.

"Mmh....." she breathed, voice thin and wrecked. "I feel you..... pulsing..... oh..... it still stings....."

"Good," Damon groaned, hands kneading her hips hard. "Remember the sting."

"Mmh..... do not say it like that....." she whimpered, blushing furiously even bent over the desk. "Ah..... it makes me..... Mmh....."

"Makes you what," he said, pulling back an inch slow, dragging through blood slick heat, then pushing back in deep. "Say it."

"Mmh..... hot....." she admitted, gasping as he filled her again. "It makes me hot....."

He started to move for real. Slow at first. Long pulls almost out until only the head stayed in, red smeared and glistening, then slow rolls back to the root. Papers rustled under her palms with every thrust.

"Ah..... ah..... mmh....." she moaned with each stroke, voice climbing. "That..... that feels..... oh....."

"Tight," he grunted. "So fucking tight. Listen to you squelch."

A wet splash sounded as her juices mixed with blood around his shaft. Another slow stroke, another slick splash. She hid her face in her arms, moaning.

"Mmh..... please do not listen....." she begged, voice cracking with shame. "Ah..... it is embarrassing..... everyone will know..... what I am doing....."

"I will listen all I want," he said, slapping one ass cheek sharp. The crack echoed in the office. "Count for me. How deep am I."

"Ah....." she yelped, clenching hard. "All..... Mmh..... all the way..... please..... do not hit again....."

"I will hit when I want," he said, thrusting deeper to punish, grinding. "You are my test girl. You take what I give."

"Mmh..... yes....." she sobbed, pushing back timidly to meet him, greedy despite the sting and the shame. "Yes..... I will take it..... I will take all of it....."

The slow fuck built. Heavier now. Faster. His grip left red marks on her hips. The desk began to thump softly against the wall with each drive. Her moans turned louder, less controlled.

"Ah..... ah..... Damon..... mmh..... right there..... oh....."

"There," he said, angling hips down to drag over that soft spot inside. "There..... feel me rub you..... you are dripping down my balls....."

"Mmh..... I feel it....." she panted, legs shaking. "Splashing..... oh god..... everything is wet....."

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up, arching her back while still buried deep. She cried out, hands scrambling on the desk.

"Ah..... please..... Mmh....."

"Look at the door," he ordered, pounding slow and deep. "Anyone could hear you. Emily and Sofia are right outside with Isabella. Let them hear how the test sounds."

"No..... Mmh..... please....." she begged, but her pussy fluttered hard around him at the shame. "Ah..... do not say that....."

"You like it," he growled, releasing her hair and shoving her shoulders back down flat. "Shy girl getting fucked bloody over a desk while the others wait. Moan louder."

She did, sobbing out. "Ah..... ah..... mmh..... yes..... louder....."

He let go rough now. The slow build broke into wild slight rough fucking. Hips snapping, flesh slapping loud, desk banging steady.

Thud..... thud..... thud..... Papers slid off and scattered to the floor. Her breasts swung and dragged on polished wood with each thrust, nipples scraping raw and aching.

"Ah..... ah..... too hard..... Mmh..... too deep....." she wailed, fingers clawing wood. "You are splitting me....."

"Take it," he snarled, sweat dripping off him onto her back. "You wanted in. This is in. Squeeze me."

"Mmh..... I am..... I am going to....." she gasped, belly tightening, walls fluttering fast around his driving length. "Oh..... oh no..... everything is tightening..... I am close..... so close....."

"Not yet," he said, slowing cruelly for three strokes to make her scream. "Wait."

"Mmh..... please....." she begged, bucking back desperately. "Please..... I was..... Mmh..... do not stop....."

"You will come when I say," he ordered, slamming deep again to reward her. "Now hold on. I am close too."

"Mmh..... yes..... you are bigger....." she sobbed, feeling him thicken and throb heavier inside her torn heat. "So big..... pulsing..... are you going to....."

"Inside," he groaned, losing rhythm, thrusts turning ragged and desperate. "I am going to fill that bloody pussy. You will take every drop."

"Yes....." she cried, locking shaking legs to keep him deep. "Inside..... please inside....."

He rammed to the root and locked there, balls tight to her shaking ass. The first hot pulse splurted deep into her womb, thick and heavy and endless. She screamed his name.

"Ah..... oh god..... hot....."

Another splash flooded her, hot and slick, then another, rope after rope pumping in steady bursts deep into her bleeding womb. Her belly fluttered with the heat of it. He roared low through it, grinding in slow circles to work it deeper and keep it inside.

"Oh..... fuck..... take it..... take all of it..... oh..... Chloe....."

"Mmh..... I feel it....." she sobbed, milking him with fierce desperate clenches, blood and cum mixing hot and slick inside her aching pussy. "So much..... leaking..... Mmh..... do not pull out..... keep coming in me....."

He pulsed smaller spurts until empty, cock twitching buried deep. Then yanked out with a wet pop. Cum and pink blood splashed out at once, running down her thighs in sticky streaks, dripping to the floor and papers.

"Ah....." she gasped at the sudden emptiness and rush. "Mmh..... it is coming out....."

"Stay there," he said coldly, already zipping up slowly. "Do not move."

She stayed bent and shaking over the desk, wrecked, hair stuck to her sweaty face, ass red from his hand, thighs smeared white and pink and glistening, chest heaving hard against the cold wood.

"Mmh..... Damon....."

"Test passed," he said, fixing his jacket, picking up her bag and dropping it beside the desk out of the mess. "Rest now. Isabella will explain your schedule."

He walked to the door, unlocked it, stepped out. Isabella waited in the hall with the other two girls further down, pretending not to stare.

"Clean her up," Damon said, nodding back toward the office. "She is done. Tell her when to report."

Then he left down the long corridor without looking back once.