Cheryll’s POV

“P-please can you fuck me already.” I found myself whimpering under this man’s body. His

hands were all over my body, the heat, the sensation and I had never felt anything like that.

“You little whore…” He slid two extra fingers in me stretching me more than I already was, his

other hand was pinching my nipple. His eyes were clouded with lust, and him dominating me

was soooo hot.

“I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk anymore and you’ll be begging for more.” This man made me

weak, I could feel myself dripping and then I felt it.

A vibrating sensation, his tongue and his fingers on my pussy. He started teasing me, pushing to

the edge and every time I got close to cumming he stopped.

He pulled back again, just as my body was arching, a scream caught in my throat. My hips

bucked, desperate for release, for him to just finish what he started. The air felt thick, heavy with

my own need. I could feel the slickness between my legs, a testament to how far gone I was.

“Please,” I choked out, my voice raw, barely a whisper. “Please, I can’t… I need it.” My hands,

which had been gripping his shoulders, now slid up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer,

begging him without words.

He chuckled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through me, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Oh, you need it, do you, little whore? You’re practically begging.” His eyes, still clouded with

that delicious lust, pierced mine, making my breath hitch.

“Good. I like seeing you like this.” Then, finally, he moved. Not with his tongue, but with his

body. He lifted himself slightly, those powerful hands gripping my thighs, pulling my legs wider,

higher. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum against the impending storm. I could

feel the hard ridge of him pressing against my entrance, teasing me one last time before…

He pushed. Slowly at first, a blunt pressure that made me gasp. My body stretched, a delicious

ache blooming deep inside. I whimpered, a sound of both pain and pure pleasure.

“Fuck,” I breathed, clutching at his back, my nails digging into his skin.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, pushing deeper, a little faster this time. I felt him fill me, stretching

me to my absolute limit, a sensation so intense it stole my breath.

My whole body convulsed around him, gripping him tight. “Tight, so fucking tight for me.”

He was big, impossibly big, and every inch of him was a delicious invasion. My hips

instinctively rose to meet his thrusts, a primal rhythm taking over. He pulled back almost

completely, then drove back in, hard and fast, making the bed creak with the force.

“Fuck me,” I sobbed, my voice hoarse, completely lost to the sensation.

“Fuck me harder.” My head thrashed against the pillow, my vision blurring, a kaleidoscope of

pleasure and pain.

“You got it, slut,” he grunted, his breath hot against my ear. His pace quickened, each thrust

burying him deeper, hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl. My climax was building,

a tidal wave crashing over me, closer, closer.

“Beg for it. Beg for your cum.”

“Please… oh god… I’m going to…” I couldn’t form coherent words, just sounds, pleas, gasps.

My body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure. His fingers were back,

pinching my nipples, twisting them, adding another layer of exquisite torment.

He kept his eyes locked on mine, watching my face as my body seized. One final, deep thrust,

and I shattered. A guttural scream tore from my throat as my muscles clenched around him, wave

after wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy washing over me. My legs wrapped tighter around his

waist, holding him captive as my body trembled, quivering from the release.

He groaned, a deep, satisfied sound, and then he started to pump into me, harder, faster, his own

climax building rapidly. I could feel him nearing his edge, his body tensing, his breathing ragged.

“You’re mine.” he hissed, his voice thick with lust, just before he groaned, a powerful, raw

sound, and emptied himself deep inside me.

I lay there, panting, completely spent, my body heavy and limp under his. The scent of sex filled

the air, and my legs still trembled. He pulled out slowly, and I felt a pang of loss, even as my

body basked in the afterglow. He rolled off me, pulling me against his sweaty side, his arm heavy

over my waist.

"Told you you'd be begging for more," he whispered, his lips brushing my temple. I just

hummed, too exhausted to argue, too satisfied to care. He was right. I still wanted more.

As I drifted off to sleep I knew this was the best sex I had ever had. But I needed to leave before

morning, I didn’t need him seeing my face.

-Later that day-

Later that day, the buzz of the club still a faint hum in my ears, my phone vibrated with an

incoming call from 'Dad'. I sighed, already knowing what it would be about. It always was.

"Cheryll, you need to come home this weekend," his voice, gruff and to the point, cut through the

quiet of my apartment.

"Family meeting. It's important."

I leaned back against my sofa, twirling a loose thread on my shirt. "A meeting? About what?" I

asked, though my tone lacked any real curiosity. It was more of a formality.

"We'll discuss it when you're here. Saturday night. Don't be late." He didn't wait for my

confirmation, the line going dead with a click.

I stared at the black screen, a small, humorless smile playing on my lips. "Important," he said. I

knew what 'important' meant to them. It meant something that would reflect well on the family

name, something Mary, my perfect sister, would undoubtedly excel at, or something they needed

me to do to make them look better. They never loved me the way they loved Mary, and honestly,

I couldn't care less. Their affections were a currency I had no interest in earning.

My mind immediately jumped to the most likely scenario. They were probably going to try and

force me into another degree. Another framed certificate to hang on their wall, another line on

my resume they could parade around at their fancy parties. Doctor of this, Master of that.

Anything to make up for the fact that I preferred the thumping bass of a nightclub to the hushed

halls of academia. Well, they could try. I’d go, listen to their demands, and then politely decline.

Or not so politely.

My next call was to Elena, my lifeline, my best friend.

"Hey, you busy this weekend?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

"Just planning my usual world domination, why?" Her cheerful voice was a welcome contrast to

my father's.

"Family emergency. My dad just called. Apparently, there's a 'family meeting' I can't miss." I

rolled my eyes, even though she couldn't see me.

"Think you can cover my shifts at the club for Saturday and Sunday?"

There was a beat of silence, then a sympathetic sigh. "Ah, the dreaded family summons. Say no

more. I got you. Tell them you're busy saving the world, or something equally dramatic."

"You're a lifesaver, El. I owe you big."

"Just bring me back some juicy gossip," she chuckled. "Now go face the music, my friend. And

don't let them push you into anything you don't want."

I hung up, a sense of weary resignation settling over me. Elena understood. She always did.

Now, to pack a bag and prepare for the inevitable lecture.