Page 43 of Filthy Business
“Gag on it, brat. Show me that swollen little neck.”
She choked and thrashed, eyes rolling, mascara running—fucking art beneath me.
I held her there. Stuffed full. Throat-stretched. My name a silent scream locked behind those wet, red lips.
“Take every fucking inch.”
And she did. Because she was mine.
Unfortunately, my dick was enjoying her throat too much and I pulled out. She gasped for air while I grabbed a hand towel to wipe her sloppy face.
“Face down on the pillow. Legs spread apart,” I said as soon as she was clean.
Her perfect lips and makeup were a disgusting mess, but she had never looked more beautiful to me.
“Your face is ruined by my cock—now it’s your pussy’s turn,” I said as she moved into position.
I stepped onto the bed, grabbed the harness, and made my way to Iris. I ripped open the bottom of her bodysuit while she moaned on the pillows. My needy girl. I loved her like this.
The black padded loops slipped snug around her thighs, and I adjusted the straps with practised ease. I’d seen this harness online and knew I needed it for one reason—to hold my brat open and fuck her until she forgot her name. The moment I slipped the strap behind my neck and took her weight in my grip, I knew I’d use the contraption often.
Her legs spread wide as I lifted her hips clean off the bed. She squeaked into the pillow, her belly hovering, hands clawing for balance.
“That’s it, brat. Let Daddy carry the weight,” I murmured, tightening my grip on the straps. Her thighs trembled in the harness, her pussy glistening and exposed, begging for the stretch of my cock.
I angled my hips and drove in slowly, inch by inch, until my balls pressed against her. She cried out, the sound muffled, drowned in the pillow. I gave her no time to adjust—rocking back and pulling her tighter, sinking in deeper with every thrust. Her body arched, suspended entirely by the harness and my need.
“Fucking perfect,” I groaned, using the straps to yank her back each time I plunged forward.“You were made for this. Made for me.”
Her ass bounced with each impact, reddening beautifully beneath my palms. I licked a stripe down her spine, only to rise and yank the straps again, forcing her to feel every brutal inch.
“Can you feel how deep I am?” I hissed, watching her neck crane as she sobbed into the pillow, drool pooling beneath her chin.“I’m so deep inside this tight little cunt, I bet you can taste me on your tongue.”
The harness creaked under the force, her body suspended and helpless, held open like a gift. Her pussy sucked me in, clenching greedily with every thrust. She couldn’t close her legs, couldn’t squirm away.
Couldn’t escape.
“Look at you,” I said with a dark laugh, dragging her back so hard she choked on a moan.“Draped over the bed like a fucktoy. I could keep you like this for hours.”
She whined—needy, delirious. Her whole body trembled in the cradle of the harness.
“Not done yet, brat,” I growled, snapping my hips and biting her shoulder.“Daddy’s just getting started.”
Her body was slick with sweat, thighs trembling in their restraints, and still I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I was buried to the hilt, and she was gasping like she couldn’t take another second—and I wasn’t even halfway satisfied.
“You thought I was finished?” I growled into her ear, biting the shell of it.“No, no, brat. You don’t get to look like that, sound like that, and expect me to stop.”
I yanked the straps again, pulling her back with brutal force, fucking her in long, punishing strokes that dragged her entire body across the mattress. Her spine bowed. Her cries had turned to cracked sobs—raw, feral sounds that made my cock throb even harder inside her.
“That’s it. Let Daddy ruin you. Let him fuck every brain cell out of that pretty little head,” I snarled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a print, then grinding in deep so she could feel me in her fucking throat.“You wanted to be my wife? This is what it means—getting used. Getting bred. Getting broken.”
The harness groaned as I twisted her angle, one foot slipping off the bed so her body hung lopsided. I shoved deeper still, cock dragging over her front wall with vicious purpose. She was soaked and completely wrecked. A messy little hole that clenched and pulsed like she didn’t know if she wanted more or mercy.
I wasn’t giving her either.
“Gonna breed this pussy next,” I breathed, voice thick with filth.“Keep you like this—strapped in, leaking, swollen from come. My come. Every fucking day. That what you want, brat? Hm?”
She tried to nod. Tried to speak. But the only thing that came out was a wrecked little gurgle.
