Damien's smile grew wicked. "You'll see," he promised, his voice low and filled with dark amusement. He leaned back, watching as she tentatively touched him, her innocence was cute. "You'll take it all, Elena. Every inch of it."
Lilah's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned over, her full breasts swaying. "It will fit perfectly fine, honey," she said, her voice a sweet, seductive harshness of the situation. "You might just be a bit... tighter than we're used to. But don't worry, we'll get you ready."
Elena's eyes darted between the two women, their confidence and openness about their desires both terrifying and intoxicating. She felt a strange thrill at the thought of being the center of their attention, being the one they wanted to train in the art of pleasure. Her own desires grew stronger, pushing down the last of her inhibitions.
Taslah took over, her nimble fingers replacing Elena's shaky ones. She stroked him with a practiced ease, her hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm. Elena watched, mesmerized by the sight of her boss's cock in the hands of another woman. The way his hips moved slightly, the way his eyes never left hers—it was as if he was claiming her in front of them, marking his territory.
Damien leaned back against the headboard, his eyes never leaving Elena's. "Look at me, Elena. Watch how I respond to you. Watch how much I want you," he ordered, his voice deep and commanding.
Elena's eyes widened, and she could feel the heat of his gaze as if it were a physical touch. Her eyes remained locked on his as she watched Taslah's hand move up and down his thick shaft. The sight was both terrifying and mesmerizing. She had never been so close to a man, let alone watched as he was pleasured.
As Damien's cock grew even larger, she felt a bolt of panic shoot through her. How could she possibly take something so massive inside her? But Lilah's reassuring voice cut through the fog of fear. "Don't worry, baby. It'll be okay. Just breathe," she cooed, her hand stroking Elena's hair, keeping her in place.
Taslah's stroking ceased, and Damien's cock hovered just out of reach. The anticipation was agonizing. She could feel the heat of it, the promise of his power. Then, with a smooth, predatory grace, he shifted his position, placing himself between Elena's spread legs. The tip of his cock nudged at her entrance, sending a shiver of fear and excitement down her spine.
Taslah and Lilah moved to Elena's head, their eyes glinting with excitement and hunger as they watched the scene unfold. They hovered over her, a pair of seductive angels of the night, their lips curving into knowing smiles as they took in her fearful yet eager expression. Their hands slid along her body, touching her in places she had never allowed herself to be touched, their fingers teasing and taunting as they traced the curves of her breasts and the softness of her inner thighs.
Damien's hand found Elena's chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "You're going to suck my cock, Elena. Show me how much you want to belong to me." His voice was a command, leaving no room for protest.
Elena's eyes widened with a mix of terror and fascination as she stared at the monstrous erection in front of her. She had never done this before—never even seen one up close. Her heart thudded in her chest, but she found herself leaning forward, drawn by the power in his eyes. She parted her lips, her breath hot against his skin, and took him in her mouth.
The taste was unfamiliar, slightly salty and musky, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she followed Lilah's encouraging whispers, taking him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. His grip on her hair tightened, guiding her movements as she grew bolder. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his abs tightened with each stroke of her tongue. It was a heady feeling, knowing she could affect him so profoundly.
Damien's eyes never left hers as she took him in, his jaw clenched with restraint. "That's it, Elena. Just like that," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. She could feel his cock swell even more, pushing against the back of her throat, and she knew he was close to the edge.
Her eyes watered as she struggled to accommodate him, but she didn't pull away. The power she felt in that moment was intoxicating—his pleasure was in her control, and she didn't want to let go. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her hands reaching up to grasp his thighs, seeking more stability as she gave in to her new role.
Then, with a suddenness that made her gasp, Damien pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his erection pressing against her slick folds. Elena's eyes went wide with fear as she felt his cock,she quickly turned her face away.
"Look at me, Elena," he said, his voice a gentle command. She did, her gaze meeting his cold steel eyes. "I'll be gentle," he promised, and she could see the hunger in his gaze, the desire to claim her innocence. His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her up, and she braced herself for the pain she knew was coming.
He slammed into her with one brutal thrust, and she screamed, her nails digging into the bed. The pain was sharp and intense, but she didn't push him away.
Elena's eyes squeezed shut tightly, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as tears of pain streaked down her cheeks. She could feel herself stretching around him, her virginity lost in a single, savage moment. His hands were on her hips, holding her in place, his grip so tight it was almost painful.
"You said you'd be gentle," she managed to whisper through her pain-filled haze.
"I did say that, didn't I?" Damien's voice was a low, dark chuckle that sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned down, his mouth by her ear. "But I also said you'd beg for me, and you haven't done that yet, have you?"
Elena's eyes flew open, meeting his. The pain was still there, a stark reminder of what was happening, but the desire was growing, too. She could feel her body starting to adjust to his size, the initial shock giving way to something else. Something that made her want more.
Damien's hips remained still, his cock buried deep inside her. The air was thick with tension, the only sounds in the room their ragged breaths and the distant crash of waves against the cliffside. Then, as if he'd read her thoughts, he began to move.
The pain was intense, stealing Elena's breath as he pushed deeper, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into the bed, her eyes screwed shut. Yet, she didn't tell him to stop. Instead, she felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she realized she wanted more. Her body was his to use, to claim, to make her his.