His claim

Chapter 3

"I would love to have you as my PA," I thought I was over things. Even though this is his house, I wasn't expecting Stone to walk in here. The way I had manipulated myself to believe that he would walk in here on his knees and apologize for what he had done to me is insane.

The sound of his deep voice entering my ear woke me up instantly and had me sitting straight like a statue. Everything was real; what he did couldn't be blamed on alcohol. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I knew that since last night.

I've always been able to manipulate my thought process easily; it was a coping mechanism of mine, something to ease my mind when I am under extreme stress.

"That would make everything so much easier for us," he said casually; I felt like there was more meaning to what he said. There had to be; the double meaning of his words were loud and clear.

He dragged a chair back and sat right next to me. My dad and Mr. Armsberg were sitting on the other end of the dining table while Stone and I sat on the other end facing our dads. Stone turned his body around, fully facing me. I could feel his eyes raking over my face as he took in the details.

I. am. so. scared. right now.

I'm getting scared of him— terrified even.
"We're going to have so much fun," he said huskily, and suddenly heat submerged my thigh as a big hand settled on my bare thigh. Oh no.

I looked down to see his lighter tone hand placed on top of my brown tone thigh; his hand started trailing over my thigh with a weight that will make sure I won't be able to forget the rough feeling of his hand for the next few weeks to come as it moves its way higher up. I quickly grabbed him as I tried my hardest to keep my movement minimal because my father sat across from me. But, unfortunately, My hand gripping his didn't stop his movements. Instead, the heat of his palm intensified as he tightened his hold.

My heart rate escalated rapidly as his hand continued its hunt and made it over to my private. He cupped my core into his large palm, and my eyes widened as he gripped it.

I snapped my eyes to him, only to be met with a wide smirk plastered on his face as if he was winning.
Suddenly his fingers slid my panties to the side, and his bare hands touched my lips. He moved his fingers up and down my lips until they came in contact with my clit. He stared into my eyes deeply— as if he wanted me to remember the core memory of the first person ever to have access to my forbidden area. He smiled lazily and started rubbing circles. Oh My God.

Why did I not wear any long pants? I blinked continuously, trying to clear my eyes from the tears threatening to moisten them. "I've never done anything like that before, so I'm scared," I said more to Stone, hoping he understood me. Hoping he understands exactly what he is doing to me at the moment.

"I know," he replied, his voice deep and husky. I quickly snapped my eyes back to my dad to see him staring at me with a worried expression. "What's so scary, Sei?"

I thought for a moment, trying to find something to say to him, something to give him a little hint, but as I was about to open my mouth, I was interrupted by Mr. Armsberg. "It's time to leave now, Henry, or we might be late," he said, standing up from his chair.

"Oh right, we'll talk when I come back, okay?" my dad said, looking back at me one more time. I stared at my dad, actually screaming in my head for him to come back as they started walking out of the dining room, leaving me all alone with this man.

His hands which were still in my panties, brought me back as he retreated them. I was about to release a breath of relief, thinking that he wouldn't take things much further, but I was suddenly lifted off my seat, and in one swift motion, I was straddling his lap face to face with him.

The statics started going off in my head at the realization of our erotic position, and as I was about to scream at him to let me go, his lips crashed down on mine, shutting me up. Then, one of his hands went to the back of my neck, and he held my head still, kissing me hard. I almost screamed inside his mouth as his fingers made their way back into my panties and separated my slightly moist folds.

I grabbed his hand in an attempt to push him away from me, but it seemed like none of my struggles phased him as he easily found my clit, and he began rubbing in a not-so-gentle motion with purpose. Tears blurred my vision, and I began to fight harder against him to let me go, but all became futile as I seemed powerless against his bigger forms and bulging, muscled arms that had a tight grip on me.

After some time, as my struggle began to calm down and my nether lips became wet from all his rubbing on my clit, the sound of our lips parting ways echoed in the living room. His hand still held the back of my head tight, he stared into my eyes, and I thought my heart was going to pop out of my chest from the scary glint I noticed in his hazel eyes. He leaned down towards my face, and his breath tickled my ears as he whispered, "One finger."

My mouth widened ajar as he slowly shoved a finger into my sleek hole.

"Stop," I begged pathetically. By now, I could not stop the tears from escaping my eyes no longer. One of my hands reached down, gripping his wrist as the other began pushing against him harder.

"Shh," he shushed me. His eyes were trained down on me, watching my every reaction, every wince, and every tear form as he began moving his one finger back and forth slowly.
He brought his head down and rested his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. "Relax, I can make you feel good," he said, placing a soft kiss on my parted lips that seemed to want to scream but was unable to do so as I was in shock. Then I felt the stretch of an added finger, and that was enough to make me go violent.

"Stop! I don't want it," I cried and attempted to drop myself off his lap. My scream got louder as he swiftly stood up, pushed me down harshly on the dining table— knocking the breath from my lungs— and slammed both his fingers deeper into my walls. The feeling of being stretched registered in my mind.

"I don't care; I told you that you're mine; I can do whatever I want," He stated, staring deep into my eyes and making me realize how fucked I was.

I whimper as the pace of his fingers increases, and it brings me nothing but pain from the slight stretch. I felt the softness of the pad of his thumb on my clit, and he started rubbing in an attempt to get me wetter.

I closed my eyes and tried again. "Please don't do this to me." Sobbing, I wiggled against him and felt his hold loosen and his fingers slowly extracted from my hole. Thinking that I had freed myself from him, I wasted no time rolling away from him and let out a pained gasp as I fell off the table.

I pulled my panties up, got on my hands and knees, and ran under the table. I brought my trembling knees to my chest and looked down at his spotless leather shoes. The sound of his phone ringing caught my attention; at the second ring, the call cut, and with my heart pounding against my chest in fear, I watched as he bent down with his phone against his ear as stared back at me with a strange gaze.

A smirk formed on his features, bringing the two fingers which were inside me not too long ago to his lips. He took them inside his mouth and sucked them clean. "I'll take it tonight, Mein Liebling" (My darling); with that, he got up, and I watched his shoes walking away from the table.

I wasn't wrong... He knew exactly what he was doing.

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