Claiming Aubrey: The Soldier's Revenge (4 page)

Mr. Clark got off the bed, standing next to
it and beginning to loosen his tie and unbutton his dress shirt. I
hugged my legs to my naked body, resting my head on my chin as the
reality of what he was about to do to me set in. If Mr. Clark was
undressing too, there was only one thing that could happen next.
Panic seized me and I knew I had to at least try to escape before
Mr. Clark took from me the most precious thing a girl had.

I rolled off the bed, slipping past Mr. Clark
and bolting for the door on shaky legs. I didn’t even get to touch
the doorknob before I felt Mr. Clark’s strong arm loop around my
waist, jerking me back.

“Where do you think you’re going, Aubrey?” he
whispered, holding me tight against his hard body. His mouth was
close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “What are you
going to do, run home to your daddy with your tits hanging out for
everyone to see? You little fucking tease. You let me eat your
pussy, but now you want to pretend to be shy. Let me tell you
something, you little slut. Shy girls don’t play with their pussies
in other people’s houses when they’re supposed to be working. You
deserve everything that’s happening to you.”

He grabbed me, lifting me off the floor and
hauling me over to the bed, where he unceremoniously dropped me on
the mattress. His shirt was off, and as I watched he unzipped his
slacks, pulling them down along with his briefs. His cock jumped
free, already erect and angry looking. It seemed like it was
pointing straight at me and I felt faint, terrified of Mr. Clark
sticking something so big and meaty inside my tiny body.

Mr. Clark leaned over the bed, grabbing my
long hair in his hand and yanking me down so that I was lying on my
stomach, my head at the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me,
his massive rod directly in my face. Taking hold of himself with
his free hand, he guided his thickness towards my mouth, ramming it
against my closed lips. I refused to allow him access, squeezing my
lips together and sending up a silent, frantic prayer to God that
Mr. Clark would change his mind about violating me in such a sinful
manner.

What Mr. Clark actually did, though, was
bring his heavy palm down hard against my face, making my cheek
sting with the force of his brutish slap. My mouth fell open in
shock, and he exploited that opportunity to shove his way past my
lips, stuffing my mouth full of his cock as far as it could go.

He rammed against the back of my throat and I
gasped for air, but that only made it harder to breathe, my airway
completely blocked by Mr. Clark. I inhaled through my nose, my eyes
watering as he guided me by my hair, pulling me up and down the
length of him, slamming into my mouth repeatedly, taking no care to
avoid hurting me.

In fact, it seemed like he enjoyed hurting
me, his eyes half-lidded and a look of rapture spread across his
face as he looked down at himself forcing his way into my little
mouth over and over again.

“Take my cock, you little whore,” Mr. Clark
groaned. “Close your mouth around it.”

He lifted his hand up in warning. Not wanting
to be slapped again, I obeyed, wrapping my lips around his girth. I
could feel his cock twitching on my tongue, seeming to grow harder
each time he thrust into me.

“What would your daddy think if he could see
you now?” Mr. Clark asked, a mean edge to his voice.

Shame burned in my core as I thought of what
Daddy would think if he saw me now, completely naked, my mouth
crammed full of cock and my pussy still soaking wet from when Mr.
Clark made me come against my will.

Worst of all, it was all my fault. Mr. Clark
wouldn’t be punishing me like this if he hadn’t caught me doing
something I knew I shouldn’t be doing. Daddy would never forgive
me, and the only way to make sure he never found out was to let Mr.
Clark do whatever he wanted to me.

Mr. Clark jerked my head back, hurting me as
he tugged on my hair. His cock slid out of my mouth, bobbing in
front of me, covered in my saliva. I sucked in as much air as I
could, wiping away the tears that had streamed down my cheeks from
my watering eyes. He grabbed his cock, wrapping his fingers around
it and tugging it up and down slowly. I watched as he pumped his
rod, the head of him seeming to swell when his fist reached the top
of him.

“Suck my balls,” he commanded.

I blinked up at him, unsure of what he
wanted.

“I said suck my balls, you stupid whore.” He
lifted his cock, guiding my head down to the sack dangling
underneath his rod. “These are balls. Suck them.”

Mr. Clark shoved them in my mouth, pushing my
head down to force me to take the thick flesh fully into me.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Balls are full
of something called cum that’s released when a man orgasms. There’s
sperm in cum, and when I shoot it deep inside your tight little
pussy, the sperm will swim into the depths of your cunt so you’ll
never forget the lesson you learned today.”

I felt weak at the knowledge that Mr. Clark
was really going to stick his cock inside me. Not just inside my
mouth, but inside my pussy.

“That’s enough, you little whore.” He pulled
me off his balls, pushing my head down and letting go of my
hair.

I fell facedown against the bed, my heart
racing as I tried to catch my breath. I really did feel like a
little whore with the way he was treating me, being used for his
pleasure and pushed around. The mattress depressed as Mr. Clark
climbed into bed behind me. My body tensed as I awaited his next
move.

“What a great view of your round little ass,”
he said, grabbing my cheeks in his hands and digging his fingers
into the skin, squeezing.

He flattened his palms against me, spreading
my cheeks apart, and the next thing I felt was the tip of his cock
rubbing against my bare flesh. I jumped as he made contact with my
slick skin, surprised even though I had known it would happen. As
he moved the head of him up and down my slit, sliding through the
sticky wetness, I balled my hands into fists, digging my nails into
my palms in a useless attempt to distract myself from what was
happening.

Mr. Clark settled at my opening, pressing
forward ever so slightly before retreating. Tempting me, tormenting
me, making me feel dizzy as he prolonged the inevitable. For a
moment, I seriously wondered if I’d get so lightheaded I’d just
float away from my body. That thought was shattered into a million
pieces when Mr. Clark swiftly lunged forward, tearing past my
resistance and entering my tight wetness, taking my innocence with
one deep, savage thrust.

“Mr. Clark!” I screeched as searing heat
blazed through me, burning me as he burrowed deep inside me.
“Please, you’re hurting me, please!”

“Oh fucking hell, your virgin pussy is so
tight,” he breathed, edging back before pushing in again, letting
me know he didn’t care about how much he was hurting me by ignoring
my plea. “You’ll be getting fucked by this cock all summer long if
you don’t want your daddy to find out what a dirty little slut you
are, so you better get used to how it feels.”

He drew back, leaving my pussy as he kneeled
behind me. I ached between my thighs, already feeling sore from him
taking my virginity, but glad he was stopping so I could rest.
However, I quickly found out that it wasn’t over when Mr. Clark
gripped my hips. In one quick movement, he roughly pulled me up and
back so that I was on my knees, impaling my pussy with his cock and
making me cry out. My face was still buried against the bed and the
comforter muffled my shrieks.

Mr. Clark used his hold on me to pull my ass
back against him to meet his thrusts, making each advance of his
cock all the more agonizing. I could feel every inch of him inside
me, could even feel the ridged head of him roughly stroking my
walls as he forced my tiny pussy to stretch open around his
thickness.

“God, your cunt feels so good on my cock,” he
groaned, mercilessly powering into my sensitive flesh over and over
again, his balls slapping against my mound as he worked, hitting my
clit and sending shockwaves through me. “So fucking tight and wet.
So
fucking wet.”

Mr. Clark lifted one hand off my hips. He
rubbed my ass, kneading it, before drawing back and slapping me
hard against the ass cheek.

“Oh fuck!” I cried, the dirty word springing
from my mouth without thinking. “Mr. Clark, please, you’re already
hurting me enough. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m sorry, I’m
sorry!”

“Sorry doesn’t change anything,” he said, his
hand coming down in another stinging blow. “You’re mine. Your pussy
is mine. Your ass is mine. And I’ll do whatever the hell I want to
you.”

I never would have expected something like
this to happen, never in a million years. Yes, I had sinned. I had
no business poking around Mr. Clark’s bedroom. And when I realized
Forbidden Desire
was a dirty movie, I should have shut it
off and never thought of it again. Instead, I had pulled my shorts
down and played with myself for the first time.

Still, even though I knew I had brought this
on myself, it was hard for me to fathom what was happening because
of it. Mr. Clark had always been a kind, polite man. I could hardly
believe what he was saying and doing to me.

He continued striking me with his open palm
as he destroyed my pussy with his cock, a stinging burn spreading
across my backside as he brutalized me. I knew his punishment would
bruise my ass. Mr. Clark was just as heavy handed as my daddy was
when he spanked me, except Mr. Clark was maybe even harsher. But
the biggest difference was that as Mr. Clark spanked me, the pain
began to mix with something else.

A pulsing heat bloomed low in my core,
flowering out and radiating through my body. My channel throbbed
around Mr. Clark’s cock, feeling every twitch of his steel length,
and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, there was pleasure mixing
with the pain of his thrusts and slaps. I was enjoying being
fucked, and I silently acknowledged that I really was as much of a
whore as Mr. Clark said I was.

He abruptly pulled out of me, and I
irrationally wondered if God had heard my silent confession and
decided to end my carnal punishment in a show of divine mercy. I
ached between my thighs, immediately missing the thick presence of
Mr. Clark. I turned my head to the side, seeing the television and
realizing that the movie was still on.

I had been so caught up in what was happening
on the bed that I completely tuned out any awareness of the room
around me, including the sound of the people onscreen fucking. The
girl was now bent over the kitchen table and the man was pounding
into her from behind.

“You want my cum, baby?” the man asked.

“Yes, yes, give it to me!” she shouted. He
pulled out and she twirled around, kneeling in front of him. The
man took himself in his hand, aiming it at her breasts and pumping
up and down. Thick jets of white fluid shot out onto the girl. He
groaned as he drizzled her breasts with the liquid.

“You like that cum on your tits?” the man
said.

The sound of Mr. Clark’s voice tore my
attention away from the movie. “Climb on top and ride me.”

I turned around to see him sprawled out
across the other side of the bed, his hand fisted around his cock
as he watched me. Knowing better than to disobey, I crawled over to
him and straddled his lap. He positioned his cock at my entrance,
sliding just the tip of him inside me, before placing his strong
hands on either side of my waist.

He pulled me down at the same time he thrust
his hips upward, piercing my wet flesh and making me cry out his
name. I placed my hands against his toned chest, bracing myself as
he invaded my pink heat.

It was different this time, being able to see
his face as he filled me with his hardness. I felt incredibly full,
fuller than I had ever been before, his cock forcing me open wide
around his rigidity, going deeper than I thought was possible,
forcing me to take every inch of his length down to the balls.

Mr. Clark slid his hands down my body,
cupping my ass in his hands. My cheeks still stung, tender from his
relentless blows. He gripped me, lifting my ass up and down to
guide me as I rode him. The angle was different from when he was
behind me, making it feel like he was even bigger inside me, with
even less space for my pussy to accommodate his overwhelming
thickness.

What made it bearable- more than bearable,
actually- was the way his cock stroked my channel, rubbing a sweet
spot on my upper wall in a way that thrilled me. His rod pressed
against that sweet spot each time he drove into me, making my clit
throb. I could feel hot, buzzing tension building up inside me once
more, the way it had when Mr. Clark nestled his tongue between my
thighs and licked me until sweet release washed through me. I was
dazed, awestruck as I realized that I was going to come again, this
time with Mr. Clark’s cock inside of me, stroking me towards
another intense peak.

My breasts swayed wildly in his face, almost
hurting as he bounced me up and down his pole, slamming me against
him with unrelenting force.

“Oh god, Mr. Clark, oh god, ohhhh,” I moaned,
unable to keep quiet as the pressure grew more insistent, coiling
up tightly and then springing out, dancing through me.

“Fuck, I’m going to come, Aubrey,” Mr. Clark
grunted, his face red from the strain of fucking me so hard. “Tell
me you want my cum.”

“I want your cum,” I whimpered obediently,
hardly able to keep my eyes open as the pleasure filled up inside
me as much as it could, leaving me right on the edge of
bursting.

“Louder,” he said, thrusting faster. “Say,
‘Come in my pussy, Daddy,’ and say it louder.”

Guilt slapped me across the face as I thought
of what my daddy would say if he could see me now, but even
thinking of that didn’t lessen the intense sensations coursing
through me, or my need to travel over the edge of release. Mr.
Clark’s request was a little unusual, but I would have said
anything he told me to at that point.