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Yalda had tears and eyeliner streaking down her cheeks freely, her skin was all flushed and sweaty, and her body was completely weakened from the continuous pleasurable torture.
She didn't think it was possible, but she actually wanted this to stop, she wanted it to come to an end. He had hardly let her catch her breath over the time that had gone by; an hour of torture with his relentless fingers. She was overstimulated and her body was literally screaming for a break.
"Have you had enough, Yalda?" He made it sound like she was the insatiable one, like she was the one who had asked for this.
She nodded, it was all she could do. She wasn't sure she could say a word at the moment. Once again, she was seated on his desk while his fingers worked her punishingly, she was on the verge of losing her mind and everything that she was.
"Tell me you've had enough." He said to her, his tone dripping with mockery.
Oh, she had had enough, and she wanted to scream out the words yet she couldn't find her voice. Her throat was almost as sore as her spent folds.
"Please." That was all she managed to say.
He leaned in and claimed her lips in a slow kiss as his other hand took hers, his fingers twined with hers and he squeezed her hand almost reassuringly.
"Please what, Yalda?" He asked her when their lips parted.
Heavens, did he always have to edge her so much? Did he always have to torture her so much? She hated it but loved it at the same time; she hated him and loved him at the same time.
"Please stop." She replied breathlessly, she was literally crying now. "Please."
Her eyes begged him as though her life depended on it, as though she would die if he didn't put an end to the heavenly torture.
His gaze raked over her as he took in her pitiful appearance; from her disheveled hair to herflushed face, and the blackened streak of tear on her cheeks to the side of her neck which had his mark all over it, then her crinkled lilac top to her ripped skirt and pantyhose.
She looked like someone who had completely been destroyed, she looked absolutely tempting.
A faint smirk curved his lips before he shook his head.
"One more time." He said and her eyes widened in horror.
She blinked and more tears streaked down her cheeks to once again saturate the drying streaks of eyeliner. She shook her head.
"No more, please." She literally begged him.
And that was exactly what he wanted; he wanted to break her, he wanted to see her cry and beg, he wanted to see her completely at his mercy.
"Beg a little more and I might just let you go." He told her.
"Please." She croaked. "I'm begging you. I'm sorry, I'm your whore.... that's all I am."
She was his, and he could clearly do with her as he pleased, and now, she so desperately wanted him to consider that and spare her the torture.
He knew she was just stroking his ego, telling him what she knew he wanted to hear, but it was fine. A lesson had obviously been learnt today and it was alright to let her be for now.
"Want me to push you over the edge once more?" He asked her.
She shook her head. She couldn't take anymore.
"No, please." She replied.
He merely nodded before gently withdrawing his fingers from her. She crumbled against his chest exhaustedly and he rubbed her back soothingly as he planted several calming kisses on her head.
They stayed that way for a while, he continued to calm her while she waited for her erratic heartbeat to normalize. She couldn't believe how drained she was, how broken she felt, how....resigned.
"Are you alright?" He asked her.
She forced herself to nod regardless of how exhausted she was.
"Here's what we're going to do; I'll help you get cleaned up, and then you'll get some rest." He told her. "I'll wake you up when it's time to leave."
"My clothes..." She said quietly.
She was a mess; one look at her and everyone would know her shit her been wrecked wickedly.
"Don't worry about them. I got you." He told her.
And she merely nodded. He'd take care of everything, for now, all she needed to do was work with him to get cleaned. Her eyes remained close as he gently backed away from her, she was glad he didn't completely let go else she was have crumbled.
Her eyes only fluttered open when she felt a cold wet wipe being rubbed softly against her cheeks, she stared at him tiredly as he carefully cleaned the streaks off her face.
Would she ever understand how quickly he switched from one personality to another? Would she ever understand how he was ruthless one minute and the next he was being all gentlemanly?
He ensured that her face was clean before setting the wipe aside and taking another one, he began wiping her drenched and sore middle but the coolness was soothing, it had her spreading her lega further to give him better access.
"I'm thirsty." She said quietly. It had only just occured to her that she was patched.
"I'll get you some water then. Just a second." He replied.
She nodded once more.
"Are you hungry?" He asked when he was done cleaning her up and situating her clothes the best he could.
She shook her head. She just needed some water and a lot of rest.
"Alright. I'm going to let go of you now to get some water, try to stay upright before I return." He told her.
She nodded simply.
And though he was reluctant, he released her eventually before walking away. She sat there staring blankly at her ripped skirt till he returned with a glass of water, he raised the glass to her lips and gently and she greedily drained the content.
"All good?" He asked her as he set the glass down.
She nodded.
Saying nothing more, he gently guided her down his desk before scooping her into his arms. She let her head lean against his shoulder as he walked to the couch and carefully lay her spent body on it. He ensured that she was comfortable before walking away, and she had began drifting off already before he returned and draped a duvet over her.
His warm fingers brushing her hair from her face was the last she felt before she completely drifted off.
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