The heavy mahogany door clicked shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the cavernous bedroom. Y/n huddled at the edge of the oversized silk bed, her fingers twisting in the sheets. The scent of expensive tobacco and rain drifted toward her before he even spoke.

"Still awake, little bird?" JK asked. His voice carried a low, predatory rasp that made the hair on her neck bristle.

"Please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Just one night. Let me sleep."

JK stepped into the light, his tailored suit jacket hitting the floor with a dull thud. He loosened his tie, his dark eyes scanning her trembling frame with a cold, possessive hunger.

"You sleep when I tell you to," he replied. "Now, strip. I won't ask a second time."

"I hate you," she spat, though her shoulders shook.

"Hate is a passion, Y/n. I can work with passion."

He didn't wait for her to move. He lunged, his large hands gripping her waist and hauling her toward the center of the mattress. The silk slid against her skin, cool and indifferent. He ripped her lace underwear aside, the fabric snapping with a sharp pop.

JK freed his cock, a thick, pulsing vein running along the length of the shaft, glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. He didn't use tenderness; he didn't know the meaning of the word. He spread her legs wide, his palms bruising the soft skin of her inner thighs.

"Look at me," he commanded.

As she looked, he drove himself inside her in one violent, singular thrust. The air rushed out of her lungs in a sharp gasp. The sudden stretch of her pussy walls felt like they might tear, the friction searing.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Always so tight for me."

He began to move, his hips slamming against her with rhythmic, punishing force. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room—a wet, rhythmic slapping of his balls against her perineum. With every deep plunge, a loud, squelching shlick echoed, the sound of her own lubrication mixing with his sweat. He buried himself to the hilt, the head of his cock hammering against her cervix, sending jolts of sharp pressure through her abdomen.

"Do you feel that?" he hissed, his breath hot against her neck. "Do you feel who owns you?"

She couldn't answer, her breath coming in ragged, shallow sobs. He shifted his angle, grinding his pelvis harder against her clitoris. The friction sparked an unwanted heat, a betrayal of her body that made her back arch. He felt the shift, his pace accelerating into a frenzied blur. The sound changed to a rapid, wet splashing, air being pushed out of her orifice in small, desperate puffs.

JK let out a guttural roar, his muscles locking as he surged deep one last time. He shuddered violently, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep into her womb. He stayed there for a moment, heavy and suffocating, before sliding out with a wet, suctioning pop.

He stood up, adjusting his trousers without a word.

"Same time tomorrow," he said, his voice returning to that terrifying, calm rasp.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving her in the silence.