Chapter 52: Chapter 52: The Office Conquest
Ethan was still throbbing, fully hard, when he stepped between Brooke’s spread legs. Eyes locked on hers. No hesitation. With a single, heavy grunt, he slammed into her, filling her completely in one powerful stroke.
Brooke’s eyes blew wide. Not just pleasure—there was a raw mix of shock and pain on her face. A loud moan, almost a full-bodied scream, tore out of her.
The sheer size of Ethan’s cock was overwhelming; it stretched her right to the edge. For a split second, she felt that searing tightness, like a virgin again, her body fighting to take him.
Ethan, deep in his own haze of power and arousal, didn’t seem to notice the initial discomfort. He started moving, his hips piston-driving into her. Brooke bit her lip, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh to try and stifle the cries. A moment later, she shifted the bite, sinking her nails into Ethan’s shoulder blades. The pain, the sight of her marks on him—that only fueled Ethan’s excitement.
[Oh, we’re doing the vampire thing now? Nice touch, Ethan. See? No complaints from the girl when you just take it,] the System snickered, clearly enjoying the show.
With a low growl, he hoisted her off the desk, her legs immediately locking around his waist. He carried her to the wall. Slam! He drove into her against the plaster. His thrusts were powerful, unrelenting. Every single impact sent a shockwave deep into Brooke, her inner muscles clenching, desperate to hold him. Ethan grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the wall—immobilized, surrendered—as his relentless assault continued.
"Harder, Ethan," Brooke gasped, her voice raw, shredded. "F*ck me harder!"
Ethan complied immediately, his hips moving faster, his cock driving deeper, ignoring the pain in his own back from her nails. The sickening slapping sound of their bodies hitting echoed in the supposedly soundproof office, mixing with their gasps. Brooke’s body finally gave in. Her inner walls squeezed him, juices coating his shaft, making his slide in and out easier, slicker.
"F*ck, you feel so good," Ethan grunted, voice strained with the physical effort and the mounting rush. "Your pussy is like a damn vice around my cock."
Brooke’s moans became full-throated screams as Ethan kept pounding. Her body tensed, her orgasm building in a dizzying climb, her inner walls fluttering wildly around him. With a final, massive thrust, she broke apart, convulsing, screaming his name.
Ethan pulled out, a wicked, triumphant grin plastered across his face. "See how much you enjoy it? I’m going to make you enjoy it even more."
He spun her around and bent her sharply over the desk. Her ass was perfectly presented, high in the air. Smack! He slapped her butt cheek, the loud sound echoing, leaving a dark red handprint on her pale skin. Brooke moaned, her hips instantly pushing back against him, begging for the impact.
Ethan needed no second invitation. His cock found her wet entrance immediately. He thrust in, gripping her hips hard as he fucked her from behind. Brooke’s moans dissolved into incoherent babbling, her body completely lost as Ethan took her with savage abandon.
"Ethan, please," Brooke gasped, body trembling violently. "I can’t... take any more."
Ethan chuckled—a low, dangerous sound. "Oh no. We’re definitely not done yet. You can take whatever I give you."
He pulled out. His cock was glistening. He ran a single finger through her folds, slicking it with her wetness, and then pressed it against her tight, puckered hole. Brooke’s eyes flew wide. Surprise, then sheer terror.
"Ethan, wait—" she started, but he cut her off, shoving his finger into her ass. She gasped, her body going rigid for a moment before the inevitable surrender, allowing him entry.
"Shh. Just feel," Ethan murmured, his voice now a soothing, deceptive purr. He added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch her, readying her for the inevitable.
Brooke’s moans turned into desperate pleas as Ethan replaced his fingers with his hard cock, pushing into her ass slowly, agonizingly, inch by burning inch. She cried out—the pain and the pleasure twisting together, her whole body trembling at the profound sensation.
"F*ck, Ethan," she gasped, body clenching around him. "You’re so big... it hurts so good."
Ethan began to move, hips rolling with a demanding rhythm as he took her from behind. His cock slid in and out of her tight ass. Brooke’s body responded again, her inner muscles gripping him fiercely, her moans spiraling into screams of pleasure.
"Come for me, Brooke!" Ethan grunted, body tensing as his own orgasm built fast and furious. "Come all over my cock!"
With a final, shattering thrust, Ethan came, his body shaking uncontrollably as he filled her ass with his hot seed. Brooke followed, her body arching and convulsing as she climaxed, her inner muscles milking him for every last drop.
Ethan pulled out, his cock sliding free with a wet pop. Brooke collapsed onto the desk, completely boneless, gulping for air. Ethan smirked, a look of complete, primal satisfaction on his face as he surveyed his handiwork.
[Well, now you two are officially butt buddies!] the System commented dryly. [A nice, violent corporate takeover. You know, you are quite the expert in hostile environments now.]
Ethan ignored the System, his focus solely on the woman beneath him. He leaned down, kissing her gently—a soft, tender touch completely at odds with the violence of their sex.
He lifted Brooke carefully from the desk. She was boneless, heavy with exhaustion and pleasure, her skin slick with their shared fluids. He carried her to the large leather couch, her battleground, and gently arranged her there, ensuring she was comfortable. He grabbed a heavy throw blanket from the back of the chair—the same blanket Brooke probably used during late-night work—and draped it over her trembling body.
Ethan then moved to the corner of the office, retrieving his discarded clothes. As he slowly dressed—zipping his trousers, smoothing his shirt—he paused. He took a long, quiet look at Brooke. She was a ruin of exhaustion, a tangle of limbs beneath the blanket, her mouth slightly parted, and her face still wore that distorted, almost painful smile—the lingering evidence of extreme pleasure. She was marked. She was his.
Mission accomplished, he thought, feeling a deep, quiet satisfaction that had nothing to do with revenge and everything to do with pure, raw power.