(Dominic POV)
"Yes daddy, punish me. Punish your little slut."
I shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt, curling them deep until her back arched off my desk. Her nails clawed for purchase, lipstick already smeared across her cheek.
"Look at you," I growled against her throat. "Parading around like a businesswoman, but spread out like a common whore."
Her moan was shameless. "I am your whore, Daddy. Just for you."
I added a third finger, stretching her and making her cry out.
Her thighs trembled, her cunt squeezing me desperately, begging for more.
"You come in here begging me to ruin you," I hissed in her ear, teeth grazing her lobe. "You want me to tear that dress? Slap this ass raw?"
"Yes, please," she gasped. "I need it. I need you rough."
I ripped the rdress down her body, fabric shredding beneath my hands. Her tits bounced free, nipples already erect, begging for pain. I twisted one hard between my fingers until she whimpered.
"Pathetic," I spat, yanking her head back by her hair. "Your husband can't satisfy you, so you crawl to me. Five fucking years, and you still can't stop spreading your legs."
Her eyes rolled back, voice filled with lust. "Because no one fucks me like you. No one, Daddy."
I spanked her hard across the ass. The sound echoed in the office, skin turning red. She squealed, but her pussy clenched around my fingers tighter, loving the pain.
This masochist.
"Count."
"One, Daddy!"
Another slap.
"Two!"
By the time I reached six, her legs were shaking, tears at the corner of her eyes, but her cunt was leaking down my wrist like a goddamn tap.
I pulled my fingers out and shoved them into her mouth. "Taste yourself."
She sucked greedily, moaning around my fingers, drool spilling down her chin.
Seeing that made my eyes turned red, I wasn't seeing Miranda anymore.
I was seeing her.
Aria.
That trembling voice whispering, begging to be ruined. That innocent face blurred into Miranda's and my cock hardened painfully against my trousers.
Miranda's moans blurred into background noise. I yanked her off the desk, spun her around, and bent her over. Her cheek hit the polished surface as I tore her dress up around her waist.
"Is this what you want, you innocent little slut? You want my cock, right?" I snarled.
Miranda was so lost in her lust, she didn't care what I was saying.
"Yes, Daddy...fuck me. Fuck me hard..."
"You bitch, I'll fuck you till your pussy bleeds, I'll punish you for leaving me rock hard that day."
Without wasting time, I dragged my zipper down, pulling my hard, veiny dick out, pre cum licking from the tip.
In my head all I could see was Aria's tight virgin pussy as I slammed into her.
Miranda screamed, clawing at the desk, her body taking me the way it always had, like she was made for it.
But I wasn't fucking Miranda.
Every thrust, every slap of my hips against her ass, I saw Aria. That soft body pinned under me, wide eyes staring up, lips parted, whispering for more.
Miranda begged, filthy words spilling out between gasps but my rhythm only grew rougher, brutal. I wasn't really punishing her, just trying to erase Aria from my mind, cast her image out. I was chasing something she couldn't give me.
I gripped her throat, yanking her head back. "Who owns this pussy?"
"You...fuck...you, Daddy!"
I fucked into her, ruthless, hips slamming against her ass so hard the desk rocked.
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" she sobbed, nails raking the wood.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, jerking her head back, my other hand pinching her nipples hard enough to make her cry out.
"You want Daddy's cock this bad in his office?" I snarled, ramming into her. "Where anyone could hear you screaming like a whore?"
"Yes, yes! Fuck me harder!"
I slowed suddenly, dragging out until just the tip rested inside her.
Her body writhed in frustration.
"Beg for it."
She sobbed, voice cracking. "Please, Daddy. I need your cock. I'll do anything—just don't stop."
I slammed back into her, so deep she screamed.
"Slut." Thrust.
"My cock sleeve." Thrust.
"My innocent little whore." Thrust.
She shook, eyes wild, moans turning into cries. Her pussy milked me, clenching tight as I drove her toward orgasm.
"Cum for me, baby. Cum all over Daddy's cock."
Her body snapped, cunt spasming around me as she screamed, squirting down my thighs and soaking the desk.
I didn't let up, fucking her through it, and chasing my own release.
Her face blurred. All I saw was Aria.
Innocent eyes. That trembling mouth. That whisper.
My growl ripped out of me as I slammed deep and exploded inside her, filling her until it spilled out, dripping onto the floor.
But I wasn't finished.
I pulled out, cock still hard, smearing cum across her ass. Fisting her hair, I dragged her to her knees in front of me.
"Open."
She obeyed instantly. Opening her mouth wide, tongue out.
I shoved my cock into her throat, fucking her mouth the same way I'd fucked her pussy—rough and merciless. Her mascara ran, drool poured and gagging sounds filled the office.
But I didn't care.
"Clean Daddy's cock. Don't waste a drop."
Her eyes watered as she sucked, swallowing every bit of cum, gagging on me but still loving it, her nails digging into my thighs.
I held her there, cock buried in her throat until she choked around me, then finally pulled free with a wet pop.
I tucked myself back into my trousers, cold as stone and clenching my teeth with frustration.
It wasn't her I wanted.
"Get dressed. And don't ever fucking walk into my office again."
She licked her lips, cum smeared across her chin, and smiled like the twisted bitch she was. "You'll call me."
I didn't answer, watching as she picked the scarps of her dress before quickly rushing out. Hopefully, no one would see her, then again if they did I didn't really care.
When the door shut behind her, I dropped into my chair, running a hand over my face.
Aria. Aria. Aria.
What the hell are you doing to me?
Five years with Miranda, and she'd never gotten got me this worked up but one fingering of a trembling virgin and suddenly I was like a horny teenager.
Just thinking of her made me tremble.
Fucking tremble.
What the fuck is that girl doing to me?
The intercom on the desk suddenly buzzed and I pressed it.
"Yes."
"Sir, it's the final auditions for 'Empire King' and Mrs Elena insisted you attend. This might just be our opportunity to scout for our next big idol." Caleb reported.
Elena was our Head of Talent. An elegant, sharp-tongued woman with a "queen bee" aura. She's the gatekeeper for new actors and one of our most important asset in this company.
"I'll be there in a minute." I muttered, seeing this as a good opportunity to get my mind off things.
Without further ado, I fixed up my suit and headed for the door.