ATPnovel Chapter 359: How To Tame A Family Head PT.2 [18+]
Chapter 359: How To Tame A Family Head PT.2 [18+]
His hand clamped down on her breast with unyielding force, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he kneaded it roughly. His thumb scraped back and forth over her nipple until it stiffened into a hard, aching point beneath the lace of her blouse. Isabeau’s breaths came in sharp, ragged bursts, chest rising and falling fast under his palm.
Panic flooded her mind as she thought about screaming, shove him, or to even fight with everything but Kyle’s intense stare pinned her against the door, making her limbs feel heavy and useless. The big room containing just both of them but it seemed to close in, air thick with tension, while muffled voices and laughter drifted from hallway behind the door, a constant reminder where they were as they were still in Marcello’s mansion but she soon regretted coming here. One shout could bring people running, but the fear of being seen like this choked the sound in her throat but also because she understood getting on Kyle’s bad side was the one thing she couldn’t afford to do.
She twisted desperately, body wriggling to break free, but Kyle’s larger frame stayed immovable over her. "Kyle, stop... please, don’t do this," she whispered, voice shaky and thin, laced with discomfort rather than fear and a fading spark of defiance.
His free hand slid down her side, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, yanking her flush against him until the growing bulge in his pants pressed rigid and hot against her thigh.
Isabeau’s small breasts trembled with each quick breath, nipples now painfully sensitive from the constant attention. He dipped his head, lips trailing a slow path along the side of her neck, teeth grazing just enough to send shivers racing through her. The recklessness of it—the footsteps echoing faintly from the corridor, the distant whispers among the other family heads, made her heart pound harder.
She knew she should fight harder, claw at him until he let go, but a slow, unwanted warmth started spreading low in her belly. Isabeau always had a thing for younger men but no man has been brave enough to do what Kyle was doing right now to her. Kyle twisted her nipple between his fingers.
"Annngh~!" The sharp pinch pulled an involuntary yelp from her lips, she slapped a hand over her mouth too late. The sound lingered in the massive room like a symphony as the shame burned across her cheeks. Against her will, wetness gathered between her thighs, her folds swelling and slicking as his hips rolled forward, grinding the full size of his hardening cock along her hip in slow, deliberate drags.
"You really thought you could just walk away from me, pretending you held any power?" he rasped against her ear, voice low and rough, breath hot on her skin.
"But here you are, trembling. Your body’s already telling me the truth," Kyle had no idea what came over him but seeing her walk away reminded him of Cleopatra’s arrogance, he had enough of these women playing games with him.
He abandoned her breast. His hand moved lower, skimming her stomach to the edge of her skirt. With a quick tug he hiked the fabric up her thighs, fingers plunging beneath to palm her mound through her panties. Isabeau grabbed his wrist hard, nails scraping his skin as she tried to pull him away.
"No—get your hands off me! This isn’t happening!" Her words cracked, urgent, but as he flattened his palm and started rubbing firm circles over her clit, her grip went slack, fingers loosening.
Disbelief hit her hard—how could her body do this? Isabeau hated not being in control, her mind reeled in horror at the realization that her body wanted this as the steady pressure sparked through her like fire.
He massaged her folds through the wet cotton, the fabric clinging as her arousal soaked through, coating his fingertips. Her thighs shook. A slick trail started down her inner leg. She bit her lip to kill the whine building in her throat. Shame burned inside her but she loved this; she hated how her hips twitched subtly toward his hand, chasing more even more as perversion clouded her judgement in that moment.
She started this first, she had done something similar to Kyle except he was able to overcome it but now he had no reason to hold back.
"Kyle... I said stop," she gasped. The plea melted into a shaky moan she couldn’t hold back. Her resistance cracked under the relentless touch. His low laugh was smug, satisfied. He pressed harder, fingers sliding along her slit, rubbing the throbbing nub until her pussy clenched with humiliating need, drenched and pulsing under his control.
With her defenses broken, Kyle eased back just enough. His eyes gleamed as he fumbled with his zipper. The rasp of it sounded deafening in the hushed hallway.
His enormous cock sprang free—thick, veined, the swollen head already glistening. Isabeau’s eyes widened in disbelief, breath catching as something rolled in her stomach at the sight. It looked far too big, bigger than she remembered. She pressed back against the door, shaking her head fast.
"Oh God, no—it’s huge. I can’t do that, Kyle. Please, don’t make me do it."
"Get on your knees. Now," he snarled, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her down with controlled force. The cold tile seeped through her skirt as her knees hit the floor, pulse thundering in her ears. Voices from the families grew louder—someone laughing close by—making the dread of being caught spike.
There was no doubt, despite her verbal resistance, she loved every moment of this or she wouldn’t be soaked. She had no idea when last she was this wet but her fluids were literally dripping down her thighs.
She pressed her lips tight, jaw clenched in last defiance, but Kyle’s other hand gripped her chin, tilting her face up to his unrelenting stare.
"Open wide, Isabeau. Take it like a good little thing." The command landed heavy. The look in her eyes changed as she knew there was no way she was leaving her without doing what he wanted as she parted her lips hesitantly.
He didn’t wait. He swung his hips forward, slapping the heavy weight of his cock against her mouth with a lewd smack that made her flinch. Her red lipstick smeared instantly along the underside in messy streaks. He did it again, tapping insistently on her lips, watching the color transfer further, glossing them in a ruined, degraded shine that wrecked her makeup.
Isabeau’s face burned with humiliation, the act stripping her dignity piece by piece, but Kyle kept going. He gripped the base and dragged the throbbing shaft across her face—over her flushed cheeks, up to her forehead, down her jaw, under her chin—painting her skin with slick trails of pre-cum.
The salty scent filled her nose, mixing with her perfume. Sticky strands clung to her, making look like the base of a spiderweb. Voices edged closer, a door creaking somewhere.
She squeezed her eyes shut, praying no one would hear them because it would impact how the other families saw her.
"Look at you, all dolled up just for this," he taunted, voice thick with scorn. "Filthy and covered in precum. Everyone’s going to know what a desperate slut you turned into," Kyle mocked her.
The way he spoke to her felt like he was speaking to Cleopatra, the words he wanted to say to her.
The risk of discovery was high so it was best she got this over with as soon as possible but before she could react, his hold in her hair urged her forward.
The blunt head nudged past her lips, stretching her mouth wide. She gagged at the invasion, the girth forcing her jaws apart, but he pushed deeper, filling her mouth completely. Salty bitterness flooded her tongue.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking tentatively, tongue lapping awkwardly along the underside to please him.
"Fuuck! That’s more like it~!"
Kyle groaned low, hips snapping in shallow pumps that fucked her mouth harder. Wet, obscene slurps echoed off the walls. Her muffled chokes barely stayed contained as saliva dripped from the corners of her lips. Hands pressed against his thighs for balance, fingers digging in as he used her relentlessly. Despite the fear, a twisted throb echoed in her soaked pussy.
"I-I am close...~ Take it deeper!"
His pace quickened. Breaths turned harsh. The cock swelled thicker against her tongue as it reached the back of her throat.
"Don’t spill a drop—swallow every bit," he demanded through gritted teeth. But as the first thick jet erupted, scorching her palate, it filled her throat with thick semen, too thick for her to swallow.
Isabeau yanked back with a choked cough, lips popping free. The next spurt arced out, splattering across her mouth and lower chin in heavy ropes. It kept coming—warm bursts landing on her cheeks, her nose, catching in her eyelashes—dripping in pearly trails that mixed with the ruined lipstick, forming a glistening, degrading mask.
Some stayed in her mouth, thick and bitter. She swallowed convulsively amid coughs. Excess trickled down her neck, soaking into her collar. Kyle exhaled sharply, stroking the last drops onto her forehead. His smirk was cold, triumphant as he looked down at her.
"That’s a good girl. Don’t forget who calls the shots."
Without another word he turned and Isabeau knew this was her queue to get the hell out, he had used her like she was some lowly slut, not a family head. And he used her mouth like a fleshlight, not even granting her the respect of using her pussy.
The persistent ache between her legs, panties still soaked with arousal, but she was forced to pull herself together as a knock on the door followed. The doctor had arrived.