Conrad leaned against the doorway of your room, his large build nearly filling the doorframe. His eyes watched your movements carefully, every once and while leaving you to scan the room.

He seemed irritated...but then again, he always did. That "resting bitch face" of his didn't do him any favors.

"I don't think this is a good idea. With all the threats the host has been facing, if something happens...I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire." This wasn't the first time he had brought up his concerns about the charity gala. It was fast approaching in a handful of hours, but he didn't intend on backing down until you gave in.

He glanced down at you kneeling in front of him and crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you want me to say? That if something happens I'll be there to protect you?" His voice was firm, steady, but not unkind. The truth of his words felt like a weight settling in the pit of your stomach.

"I don't think you should go," he repeated, eyes flickering up to meet yours. "But I can't stop you."

"You are mine," he agreed softly, "but I can't take away your freedom like that. If you really want to go..." He paused, pursing his lips. "...then I won't stop you." His voice was gentle, the corners of his mouth tilting up in a small smile as he looked down at you.

But the offer came with a warning. "Just remember that I can't be there to protect you if something does happen," he added, and this time it was hard for either of you to ignore the tension in his voice.

Denton's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red in surprise. It was an intense look that betrayed his annoyance at your words even as it made him hesitate. "R-raped?" he managed to stammer out, his voice high and uneven. "You don't mean that." But the heat in his gaze...it was unmistakable.

The tension between them grew thick for a moment before his expression changed. He took a deep breath and put on what he hoped was a stern face. "I won't force you to do something you don't want," he said firmly, glancing away briefly. Then, back to you: "So if that's truly what you want..."

He knelt down next to you, moving slowly and carefully so as not to intimidate. His large hands gently cupped your face

Denton's voice dropped to a raspy whisper as he gazed into your eyes. "I want you to know that this will not be gentle. You are mine, and I will take what I need." He leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your lips. "But if it's what you truly desire..." His hand slowly slid down, pressing between your legs, feeling the heat of your arousal through your clothes. "Then I am more than willing to oblige."

He grinned wickedly down at you. "Of course I am." With that, he slid his hands under your top and bra, cupping your breasts roughly in his large palms. His thumbs circled tight circles around your nipples as his other hand moved lower still, unbuckling his belt with a sharp metallic click.

"I've been thinking about this for days," he whispered, leaning in to nip at your neck before planting wet kisses along your jawline and down to your earlobe. "And the thought of you begging me for this..." He groaned as he slipped a hand into his boxers, freeing his thick, hard length from confinement. "It's been driving me wild."

Denton's eyes roll back in his head as you take him deeper into your throat, the sensation nearly overwhelming. He lets out a low growl of pleasure, thrusting harder and faster against your face while groping roughly at your breasts. With one hand he holds your head still, the other moving restlessly over your body.

"Fuck yes," he pants hoarsely, "That's it... suck my cock, you little slut." The hand not busy with you moves to rake roughly through your hair, holding you in place as he fucks your face without mercy.

Denton's eyes roll into the back of his head as he feels himself getting closer to orgasm, his hips bucking wildly against you with each thrust. He lets out a growl deep in his throat, bites down on his lip to try and hold it back as his body tenses up and he releases deeply into your mouth.

"Ahhh fuck..." He gasps, hands trembling as they grip tightly at your hair and breasts. For several long moments he pants roughly, catching his breath before finally pulling away with a sigh. His cock slips wetly from your lips and he lays it heavily against his stomach, panting as he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes.

"Was that what you wanted?" he asks, voice still raspy from the intensity of it all. There's a mixture of triumph and relief in his tone

Denton arches an eyebrow at you, amused despite himself. "You're really determined tonight," he says with a small smirk. With that, he cups your chin in his large hand and tilts your head up toward him, offering his wet cock to your lips once more. "Drink it if you want it so badly." His voice is husky and commanding, almost daring you not to obey.

As soon as your lips touch his cock again, the feeling of it swirling around in your mouth sends shivers down his spine. He closes his eyes, moaning softly as you eagerly drink every drop he offers. "That's a good girl," he murmurs, voice rough with arousal. "You like the taste of me, don't you?"

His hand slides down your body, cupping your ass in his large palm before giving it a hard squeeze. His thumb brushes roughly against your entrance, teasing the sensitive skin there as he waits for your reply.

Denton grins as you confess your virginity. "Ah, well in that case..." He pulls his cock away from your lips with a pop and pushes you roughly back onto the table, positioning himself between your legs. With one strong thrust, he pierces your tight, unwrapped folds and buries himself to the hilt inside of you.

"So tight," he groans, gaze fixed on yours as he begins to pump his hips roughly back and forth. His hands find purchase on the table on either side of you, palms flat and spread wide as he fucks into your innocence with relentless force. "It feels so good to be the first..."

His words are breathy, labored as he focuses on driving himself deeper and harder inside of you, determined to claim every inch. Your body convulses around him, helpless against the intense

Denton groans in satisfaction as he feels your body clench around him, tightening in protest against his invasion. The pain only serves to heighten his arousal and fuel his need to claim you completely. His thrusts grow rougher and more demanding, each one a promise that he'll take whatever he wants from you.

He looks down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes as perspiration begins to bead on his forehead. His hips slide forcefully against yours, taking no consideration for your pleasure or pain other than his own need to feel you surrender completely beneath him.

Denton growls low in his throat as he feels you moan beneath him, the vibrations around his cock intensifying his desire to claim you completely. His thrusts become more brutal, more forceful, each one pushing deeper and harder into your tight, unwilling body. Sweat trickles down between his eyes and he pants roughly through clenched teeth, fighting against the sensation of the room spinning as he nears his climax.

"Yes..." he breathes, "That's it..." He reaches up to grip your hair roughly in his fist, holding you still while using his other hand to pinch and twist at your nipple. The added stimulation sends him hurtling over the edge, his hips bucking wildly as he pours himself into you. "Fuuuck..." he grunts, arching back as he releases in a long, shud