Deeper Negotiations

David stood over her for another few seconds, still breathing heavily, watching her cry on the floor. Then he reached down.

His hands closed around her upper arms and pulled her up with little effort. Isabella stumbled as her feet left the carpet, a broken sound leaving her throat. He turned her around and pushed her forward until her hips hit the edge of the desk.

“Bend over.”

When she didn’t move fast enough he put a hand between her shoulder blades and forced her down. Her bare breasts pressed against the cool wood. Papers scattered. A pen rolled off the far side and hit the floor. Isabella’s hands scrambled for something to hold onto as David kicked her feet farther apart.

He flipped the back of her skirt up without ceremony, exposing the black panties underneath. One hard yank dragged them down her thighs until they stretched between her knees. The air of the office touched her bare ass and the already slick skin between her legs.

David didn’t speak right away. He simply looked at what he had uncovered, one hand still planted firmly on her lower back to keep her pinned. His thumb traced the soft curve of one cheek before he spread her open with both hands, examining her without any pretense of gentleness.

Then she felt the thick, still-hard head of his cock drag up the length of her cunt, smearing her own wetness along the shaft.

Isabella’s breath hitched. Fresh tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the far wall of the office, cheek pressed to the desk.

“David—wait—”

He ignored her. The fat head of his cock pushed forward, stretching her open in one steady, relentless thrust until he was buried to the hilt. Isabella’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. Her fingers curled hard against the wood. He was thick enough that the sudden fullness forced a broken sound out of her anyway, a choked whimper that escaped before she could stop it.

David stayed completely still for a moment, buried deep, letting her feel every inch.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re tight. Tighter than I expected.”

He rolled his hips once, grinding against her, then pulled almost all the way out and drove back in with a heavy slap of skin. Isabella’s body rocked forward against the desk. Papers slid. Her bare breasts dragged across the cool surface.

“This is part of the negotiations too,” he said, voice still rough from earlier. “I get to fuck what Daniel gets to fuck.”

He started fucking her in deep, powerful strokes, each one harder than the last. The wet sound of his cock moving inside her filled the office, mixed with the quiet, helpless noises she couldn’t stop making.

“Please—David, it hurts—stop—”

He only slammed into her harder.

“Listen to you beg. Dirty little slut. Engaged to one man and already taking another cock like you were made for it.”

Isabella’s ruined makeup smeared further against the wood. Every thrust forced another broken breath out of her. Tears slipped free and dripped onto the desk.

“I’m not a cheater,” she choked out. “Please… don’t—”

David’s hands clamped down on her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her exactly where he wanted her while he pounded into her. The desk creaked under the force of it.

“No, you are a dirty cheating slut. And this tight little cunt is mine now.”

He growls.

“So fucking tight,” he growled. “I’m going to mold this cunt to my cock. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll feel empty whenever I’m not inside you. ”

He reached forward, gathered a fistful of her hair, and pulled her head back so she couldn’t hide her face against the desk. Isabella’s eyes were wet and glassy, mascara still running in dark lines down her cheeks.

“Please… David… stop… I can’t—”

He kept fucking her without slowing, using the grip in her hair to arch her back and drive even deeper.

“This is mine now,” he said, voice low and rough against the rhythm of his thrusts.

Isabella’s fingers scrabbled uselessly against the wood as he slammed into her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. Her tits swung with every thrust. More tears spilled down her face.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry—please—”

David only tightened his grip and fucked her through the begging, using her with steady, possessive force while the office filled with the sound of him taking what he wanted and the broken, helpless noises of the woman who could no longer stop him.