ACE POV
Finn stepped aside from me to come inside his home, Finn is all so one of my closest friend, we had known each other from camp back in middle school, and even if we didn't go to the same school we still kept in touch, He was the quiet but mean type of guy, the guy that people think they can bully just because he was quiet, which in a second he proved them wrong by just saying a single thing that will make them regret trying to bully him or talk bad about him or his friends, and best of all he was great with advice.
He was the one who gave me all kind of advice when I was lost and down and it was kind of funny how I always relaid on him most of the time, and plus he his the first one in our group to get married and have two kids already, so he knows a lot about marriage.
I sat down on his couch and said
"I'm sorry bro for coming this late I just needed a place to rest "
He looked confused and said
"Why not go home idiot"
I looked up at him and said
"I got in a fight with me wife "
He said
"Oh I see well, if you want to talk about it I'm here, just make sure to keep it down my wife and kids are still at sleep"
I smiled at him and said
"Nothing really to talk about, just need to cool for the night then go back home in the morning"
He looked at me and said
"Ok then well you can sleep in the guest room, good night dude"
I said goodnight too and went to the guest room, it wasn't that I didn't want to talk to him about it but I felt I already knew what his response was going to be, which was that I should stop thinking that all girls are gold diggers, and give her a chance.
His said this before and it never ended well for me, and plus I don't want to give her any kind of chance I already know she's one , so there was no point in telling him, I just need to cool of for the night and I would be fine, maybe that will give her enough time to think about what she said, fuck she was messing with my head.
The next morning I got up and went downstairs, to see Finn and his lovely wife Rebecca in the kitchen cooking together and laughing, I did envy his life a little, I mean he got married to his high school sweetheart and I sometimes wish I could have such kind of love, we're it wasn't always about my money or my family weath.
I went to say hi to them and stayed for breakfast and also played with the kids for a little while before I said my goodbyes and left to my other apartments which was not far from my company, got changed into my work clothes and went to work.
But to my surprise Anna was already their waiting for me with her was a container of food if I could guess , she was at the entrance of my company so she wasn't hard to miss, I walked up to her and told her to follow me up, I didn't want to have a discussion in a public place.
We go up to the top floor, inside my office I asked her why she was here at this time, she looked down and said
"Sir I bought you breakfast, and I wanted to make sure you were fine, since you we're not picking up my calls" I said to her
"Is that all you have to say " she nodded no and said "I'm also sorry about last night, I said something I shouldn't have said, please forgive me I didn't mean anything I said".
I wasn't going to let her keep on messing with my brain so I did only one thing to get my mind straight, that is fuck her till I see her as nothing but my own personal sex toys not as my wife who I care for but as the real whore she is. In that instant I felt nothing but angar and disgust for Anna and I was going to show her,her place in my life.
MATURE CONTENT
AUTHOR POV
Ace said to her "Come here" The words were soft. Dangerously so.
Anna's fingers twitched at her sides. She knew that tone. Knew what it promised. But she didn't move.
Ace exhaled sharply through his nose, a sound like a bull preparing to charge. In one fluid motion, he stood, the chair rolling back with a sharp scrape against the marble floor. He was tall—towering over her—and the way he moved was predatory, each step deliberate, measured. Anna's breath hitched as he closed the distance between them, but before she could react, his hand shot out, fingers locking around her wrist like a vise.
She gasped, more from the suddenness than the pain, but his grip was unyielding. "I said—" His voice was a growl now, low and rough. "Come. Here."
He yanked.
Anna stumbled forward, her heels clicking uselessly against the floor as she was dragged toward the desk. The edge bit into the backs of her thighs, the cold wood a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressing against hers. She barely had time to register the shift before his other hand fisted in her blouse, the fabric tearing with a sharp rip as he wrenched it open. Buttons pinged against the floor, rolling away like scattered thoughts.
"Ace—!" Her protest died in her throat as his mouth crashed onto hers, not a kiss but a claim. His tongue forced its way past her lips, dominating, punishing. She could taste the whiskey he'd had earlier, bitter and burning, just like the anger radiating off him. His free hand slid up her skirt, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh before roughly shoving her legs apart.
Anna whimpered against his mouth, her hands flying to his chest—not to push him away, but to brace herself. She knew better than to fight. Knew what he wanted. What he needed.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of her lace thong, yanking the flimsy fabric aside with a snap. The cool air hit her exposed pussy, but before she could even process the vulnerability, he was there—thick, hard, angry. No warning. No gentleness. Just the brutal stretch of him forcing his way inside her in one punishing thrust.
Anna cried out, her nails raking down his chest as her body struggled to adjust. He was big—always too big—and he gave her no time, no mercy. His hips snapped against hers, the desk groaning beneath them as he fucked her with short, vicious strokes. His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back so her throat was exposed, her breasts heaving with every ragged breath.
"You're nothing but a whore," he snarled against her ear, his voice a dark, velvety rasp. "And I'm going to treat you like one."
His words should have stung. Should have made her hate him. But the way he said it—the way his cock filled her, stretching her so deliciously it bordered on pain—sent a shameful pulse of heat through her core. Her traitorous body clenched around him, her nipples hardening beneath the torn fabric of her blouse.
Ace groaned, a guttural sound, as if her response only fueled his fury. His grip on her hip tightened, fingers bruising, as he slammed into her harder. The desk shifted with each thrust, papers sliding to the floor in a silent protest.
Then—
The door swung open.
"What the—?"
Anna's entire body locked up. Her face flushed scarlet as she twisted her head just enough to see Ace's friend—Mark—standing frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly ajar. The sight of them must have been obscene: her half-naked, skirt rucked up around her waist, Ace's cock buried deep inside her, his suit still immaculate except for the way his tie hung slightly askew.
Mark didn't say another word. He just stumbled back, the door clicking shut behind him with an almost comical finality.
Anna's stomach twisted. Shame. It burned through her, hot and suffocating. She tried to push Ace away, her hands pressing against his chest, but he didn't stop. Didn't even slow down. His rhythm was relentless, his breath ragged against her neck.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice a dark chuckle. "Whoring yourself out on my desk. Even my friend saw what a slut you are."
The words were a blade, twisting. Anna's vision blurred, her throat tight. She should have been furious. Should have screamed, fought, something. But the way he said it—the way his cock pounded into her, hitting that spot deep inside that made her toes curl—sent another shameful jolt of pleasure through her. Her pussy fluttered around him, her body betraying her mind.
Ace must have felt it. His grip on her hair tightened, yanking her head back further as he groaned. "Fuck, you like that, don't you? Being seen. Being used."
Before she could deny it, he pulled out abruptly, leaving her empty and aching. His hands were on her shoulders, shoving her down. Anna yelped as her knees hit the plush carpet, the impact sending a jolt up her legs. She barely had time to catch herself before his cock was at her lips, thick and glistening with her arousal.
"Open."
His command was absolute.
Anna hesitated for half a second—just long enough for his fingers to tangle in her hair, yanking her forward. Her lips parted on a gasp, and he didn't waste time. He thrust inside, deep, hitting the back of her throat immediately. She gagged, her eyes watering, but his grip was unyielding.
"That's it," he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take it. Take every fucking inch like the good little whore you are."
His hips snapped forward, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with wet, obscene sounds. Anna's hands flew to his thighs, her nails digging in as she tried to steady herself. Saliva dripped down her chin, her mascara smudging as tears streaked down her cheeks. She should have hated this. Should have hated him. But the way he looked down at her—like she was nothing, like she was his—sent another traitorous pulse of heat between her legs.
Ace's breath came in sharp, ragged bursts. "Fuck, your mouth…" His grip tightened, his thrusts growing erratic. "You were made for this, weren't you? On your knees. Choking on my cock."
Anna whimpered around him, the vibration making him groan. His thighs trembled, his muscles coiling tight. Then, with a guttural curse, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock twitching as hot, thick cum spilled down her throat. She swallowed instinctively, her body obeying even as her mind reeled.
He didn't pull out immediately. He stayed there, his cock softening slightly as she licked her lips, catching the last drops. Then, with a rough shove, he pushed her back. Anna landed on her ass with a soft thud, her skirt still hitched up, her blouse hanging open. She looked up at him, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and red.
Ace straightened his tie with deliberate slowness, his expression a mask of cold indifference. He looked down at her like she was something he'd stepped in—something beneath his notice. "Clean yourself up," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're disgusting."
Then he turned on his heel and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him with finality.
Anna stayed on the floor, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on her like a physical force. The carpet was soft beneath her palms, the air conditioning cooling the sweat on her skin. She could still taste him in her mouth. Still feel the phantom stretch of him inside her.
And worst of all—she could still hear his voice, a dark whisper in her ear.
You're nothing but a whore.She regretted coming to him company just to apologize to him, now she had a rip blouse and a really hurt feeling, but she managed to put her self together and got up and used her cout to cover up her rip blouse and used the last bit of strength to leave his office after making sure she cleaned it up, then she left quietly not to draw attention to her self and also hoping not to meet ace while leaving the office, but before she could go she heard some people talking and laughing while she was leaving the top floor , Anna saw ace and some other people talking including mark his friend and, when mark noticed her mark told ace "ain't you going to see her off man " and Ace said "she can see her self out " and Anna just kept on walking more fast in order to avoid the embarrassing .