Chloe -2 (+18)

Yohan could have never imagined it, he was sucking on the tits of one of the most beautiful girls he had ever met.

Chloe never thought it would go this far. Yet here she was, her back arched, her breath hitching as Yohan's mouth closed around her nipple. His tongue was warm, wet, and hungry. She couldn't stop the shiver that ran down her spine.

"Nngh…" she whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the massage table.

He moved lower, one hand sliding down her belly, then lower still, pushing her panties to the side. The second his finger slipped inside her, she gasped.

"Aahh~~"

But he quickly covered her mouth with his other hand.

"Don't be too loud," he whispered against her skin. "We don't want Mia to see you like this, do we?"

Her eyes widened at the mention of her friend. The risk, the danger, it made her heart race. She shook her head frantically, but deep down, the thrill only made her wetter.

"Good."

Yohan was enjoying himself, but he wanted to take control, completely. He wanted her to know who was in charge.

He stood up suddenly, and for a second, she thought he was going to stop.

"Get up," he said firmly.

Her body obeyed before her mind caught up. She rose to her feet slowly, legs trembling.

"Take off all your clothes."

Her eyes darted toward the door. "But Mia could walk in any second—"

"Then don't waste time. Take off your clothes, Chloe."

Standing there, watching the hot-headed Chloe obey his every word, overwhelmed him. It was like she was offering herself to him, and he was free to do with her as he pleased.

Her cheeks burned. She hesitated for only a moment before peeling off her top, then her bra and then her skirt. She stood there in just her panties, her breathing shallow, her skin hot with shame and excitement.

but Yohan wasn't satisfied.

"I said everything."

"O-okay…"

She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down slowly. She knew he was watching every move, knew he saw how wet they were from how her pussy clung to the fabric and fluid that flowed from it.

"You're already so wet," he muttered, almost in awe.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

She didn't reply only looked away, ashamed and embarrassed.

"Fine. I won't keep you waiting. Turn around and spread your pussy."

"W-what?"

"I said, turn around and spread your pussy."

This was too far. It was reckless. Stupid. Insane. But… It was too late to turn back now.

Biting her lip, she turned around and leaned over the massage bed, hands trembling as she spread herself open for him.

Yohan pulled down his trousers, his thick cock springing free. Chloe only caught a glimpse before he drove it deep into her soaking wet pussy.

"Yohan~~" she cried out as her body clenched and trembled. She came instantly, fluids gushing out like a fountain as her legs buckled from the overwhelming pleasure.

It was too big and too deep.

Yohan gripped her waist, holding her steady.

"How is it?" he asked with a grin. But Chloe couldn't answer, her body was still shaking, lost in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Uuhhghh~~~"

Yohan kept his hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. He didn't thrust—yet. Instead, he wriggled his cock inside her, twisting and grinding against her inner walls.

Chloe's body convulsed uncontrollably. Her moans were breathless and broken as she came again, harder than before.

"I haven't even started fucking you yet, you slut. Is that how much you like it?"

She couldn't respond, completely consumed by pleasure.

Yohan spanked her hard, sending a jolt of sensation through her body.

"When I ask a question, you answer."

Then, without warning, he pulled out slightly and slammed back in.

"Hnnnggmmppff~~" she let out a muffled scream beneath his hand.

"Yohan wai~~"

But he didn't stop. Again and again, he pounded her mercilessly.

"Oooh gawd~~ Fuucckkk~~" Chloe moaned as her eyes fluttered and rolled back.

Everything else faded, the room, the worry, the world. All that remained was raw, unrelenting pleasure. Yohan gripped her tightly, one hand over her mouth, the other kneading her breast.

Minutes passed. Her pussy was too tight, and too sweet. Yohan couldn't hold out much longer.

"I'm cumming," he growled as he buried himself deep inside her, thick cum shooting into her womb.

As he pressed his hand against her lower belly, a little trick he read in the red book, the added pressure sent Chloe over the edge once more. Her body convulsed even harder than before, and she collapsed to the floor, gasping and twitching in ecstasy.

"Not bad for my first time," he smirked.

He could have been gentle and dignified, but this felt better. She didn't deserve anything else.

After the intense high wore off, Chloe realized she was lying naked on the floor with Yohan standing above her. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she tried to cover herself.

But to her surprise, Yohan leaned down and helped her up.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough," he said, looking into her eyes.

Then he kissed her softly on the lips a gentle, confusing kiss.

Afterward, he waited as she got dressed. When she left, Yohan lay on the bed, reliving the memory over and over.

In the past, he had always admired Chloe… and now she was his.

"This is unbelievable," he muttered.

It almost felt like a dream. In fact, he had once dreamt about this.

'Too bad she didn't say the things I wanted her to,' he thought. But soon, she will. She'll surrender her mind and body completely.

He was sure of it. He had already planted the seed.

By being gentle after dominating her so hard, he'd gotten into her head. Now, every time she replayed it in her mind, she'd remember that kiss.

That was how to truly take control.