Silas sat in his dimly lit study, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a leatherbound journal in the other. He flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning the detailed sketches and lurid descriptions of his past conquests.
A soft knock at the door interrupted his reverie. He set his glass down and called out, "Enter."
The door creaked open, revealing a young woman named Lily. She was the baker's daughter, with rosy cheeks and a figure that had been driving Silas wild for weeks.
"Mr. Silas," she said hesitantly, twisting her hands in her apron. "My father sent me to deliver your usual order of bread."
Silas leaned back in his chair, his gaze raking over her body appreciatively. "Come in, Lily," he purred. "And shut the door behind you."
Lily did as she was told, her heart racing as she approached his desk.
Silas stood, circling around the desk to stand in front of her. He reached out, tracing a finger along her jawline and down her neck.
"You've grown into quite the lovely young woman," he murmured. "I've been admiring you from afar for some time now."
Lily's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "Mr. Silas, II shouldn't be here alone with you," she stammered.
Silas chuckled low in his throat, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip. "Nonsense," he said firmly. "I insist."
With that, he pulled her flush against him, his lips crashing down on hers in a bruising kiss. Lily gasped, her hands coming up to press against his chest.
But after a moment's hesitation, she melted into him, returning the kiss with a fervor that surprised them both.
Silas growled approvingly, his hands roaming her body possessively. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin.
"Such a good girl," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "So responsive."
Lily whimpered, her head falling back to grant him better access. Silas took advantage, marking her neck with bruises and bites.
His hands slid up to cup her breasts, squeezing and kneading through the fabric of her dress. Lily arched into his touch, panting softly.
"Please," she gasped out, unsure of what she was begging for but knowing she needed more.
Silas smiled against her skin, pleased by her desperation. He reached for the ties of her bodice, intent on stripping her bare.
As he undressed her, Silas murmured filthy promises in her ear. He told her how he would fuck her, how he would make her scream and beg for more. Lily shuddered, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.
Once she was naked, Silas stepped back to admire his handiwork. Lily stood trembling before him, her pale skin flushed and marked with his kisses. Her nipples were hard peaks, begging for his touch.
"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he said hoarsely. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."
Lily bit her lip, unsure if she should be offended by his words or not. But as Silas began to remove his own clothes, revealing a muscular, scarred body and an impressive erection, all thoughts fled from her mind.
Silas approached her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. He backed Lily up against the desk, knocking aside papers and ink bottles carelessly.
"Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Lily obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest. Silas ran a finger through her folds, finding her already wet and ready.
"So eager," he tsked. "You're just a little slut, aren't you?"
Lily flushed at the insult, but it only served to turn her on more. Silas smirked, knowing the effect his words had on her.
He lined himself up with her entrance and thrust forward without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion.
Lily cried out, her nails digging into Silas' shoulders as he stretched her wide. He was bigger than any man she'd been with before, filling her completely.
Silas began to move, his hips snapping forward in a brutal pace. The desk creaked and shook beneath them, threatening to collapse under the force of his thrusts.
"You're so fucking tight," he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "I'm going to ruin you for any other man."
Lily could only moan in response, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being taken so thoroughly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
Silas leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, biting and sucking roughly. The pain mixed with pleasure, sending shockwaves through Lily's body.
He switched to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Lily thrashed beneath him, her head tossing from side to side as she chased her orgasm.
"Come for me," Silas ordered, his hand snaking down to circle her clit. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock."
His words, combined with the relentless stimulation, pushed Lily over the edge. She screamed his name as she came, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice.
Silas groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approached his own release. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep and spilled inside her, filling her with his hot seed.
They collapsed onto the desk, panting heavily. Silas stayed buried inside her, his softening cock twitching occasionally as the last of his orgasm subsided.
"That was..." Lily began, struggling to find the words.
"Just the beginning," Silas finished for her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I'm not done with you yet, my dear."
He rolled them over so that Lily was sprawled across the desk and he was looming over her. His hand drifted down to cup her ass, squeezing possessively.
"I'm going to take you in every room of this house," he promised. "On every surface. Until you can't walk straight and my name is the only thing you remember."
Lily shivered at the threat, a mix of exhaustion and anticipation coursing through her.