The moment their cock splits her open again, Violet's moan shatters against the polished mahogany desk. The impact sends an inkwell toppling, black spilling across unfinished client letters-ruined like she is.
"Look at you," they growl, hips snapping forward, burying themselves to the hilt. "Still so tight even after taking me twice." Her metal fingers claw grooves into the wood. Tears streak down her flushed cheeks, mixing with sweat and saliva. Every brutal thrust knocks the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping.
She never knew pleasure could hurt this much. Never knew pain could feel this good. They pin her mechanical arm behind her back, the servos whining in protest as they force her spine into a perfect arch. "You want to be broken," they whisper against the shell of her ear. It's not a question.
Violet tries to shake her head, but the next thrust punches a broken "YES!" from her lips instead. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room-an obscene rhythm underscored by the creak of the desk and the wet squelch of her ruined cunt taking them over and over.
Their free hand fists in her hair, yanking until her scalp burns. "Fuck-" they snarl, hips stuttering. "Gonna fill you up again. Mark you from the inside." The filthy promise sends another wave of liquid heat between her legs. She's sore, overstimulated-and yet her traitorous body clenches around them, greedy for more.
A knock at the office door. Both of them freeze. "Miss Evergarden?" The voice belongs to Claudia Hodgins. "There's an urgent-" Her visitor doesn't let her answer. They fuck her through it. Deep, slow thrusts designed to make her whimper as Hodgins continues speaking right outside the door. Violet bites her lip until it bleeds, trying-and failing- The words slip out unbidden, voice wrecked beyond recognition.
The silence on the other side of the door stretches for an eternal second before footsteps retreat
down the hall. Humiliation burns through her. They laugh, low and dark, before doubling their pace. "That's right. Let the whole damn agency know who owns this cunt now." The vulgar claim sends her hurtling toward the edge again. Her entire body tenses, eyes rolling back as pleasure crests-
They pull out. No no no no-The sudden emptiness might as well be a physical wound. Violet sobs from the loss, hips jerking uselessly backward, desperately seeking friction-Only to scream when their cock slaps against her swollen clit instead.
"Look at that," they murmur, dragging the leaking tip through her soaked folds. "Dripping for nothing." Before she can beg-Before she can think-They flip her onto her back against the ruined desk and shove it in to the hilt.
Paper crinkles beneath her. A metal gear casing digs into her spine. None of it matters as they brace themselves above her and ruin her completely. Their pace is brutal. Unforgiving. The desk slams against the wall with every thrust, the thundering impacts threatening to wake the entire building.
Violet's mouth falls open in a silent scream as her fourth orgasm tears through her-Just as they spill inside her for the third time that night.Hot. Thick. Relentless. She feels it flood her, spilling out around their still-hard cock, dripping onto company documents beneath her.They don't pull out. Instead, they lean down, lips brushing hers in something almost tender-"More?"
(To be continued...?)