My Best Friend's Dad

Descent Into Darkness

Elona’s POV

I moved closer to him. I was only in my thong, my breasts were exposed. He moved his chair back and stood up, shaking his head as he came closer to me. I wanted him to use me instead of resorting to alcohol or work. I would rather we get through this together or me helping him in anyway that I can for him to move on. But I know that it isn’t that easy to just move on.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he breathed as he trailed his index finger along my collarbone. Shivers went down my spine, my lips parted, before darting my tongue out to moisten them. I stared at his lips as we were inches apart.

“Please, just use me as you please,” I begged, hoping that he would just accept it.

His hands moved to cup my ass as he closed the gap between us, he leaned in and placed his lips against mine. With each touch, my skin ignited, a fiery blaze consuming my senses. As his hands roamed my body, I couldn’t help but moan with desire. The moment he lifted me onto the desk, a surge of electricity shot through me, igniting a fire in my core. His bulge pressed against me, a tangible reminder of our passion, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to touch it, to feel its hardness. And as our kiss deepened, my hands fumbled with his jeans, desperate to unleash the desire that burned between us. He pulled back, revealing his straining erection. It was thick and pulsing, ready to take me and fulfill all my desires.

He leaned in again, caging me in with both of his hands resting on either side of the desk, “I’m afraid I will be rough with you. I won’t be able to stop,” he breathed against my ear, which sent shivers down my spine.

“Then don’t stop,” I replied with a shaky breath of desire.

As his hand glided down my front, my skin tingled with anticipation ,and my heart raced. I gasped as I felt his fingers trace the outline of my thong, the fabric barely covering me. And then, in one swift movement, he moved the thong to the side, exposing my wetness to him. His finger dipped between my folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I arched against him, craving more of his touch.

“Are you sure?” he rasped as he pulled away from me to have a good look at me. There was desire in those eyes.

“Yes,” I bit my bottom lip as I lowered my eyes to his pulsing cock, and he pulled me off the desk, placed me on my feet and spun me around, a gasp escaping me. My hands rested on the top of the desk. This reminded me of that time when he fucked me from behind in the old study room. His hands caressed my ass cheeks.

The fabric of my thong was pushed to the side, exposing my most intimate parts to Tristan’s touch. As he moved his finger between my folds, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. He removed his finger from my folds, and he aligned the tip of his cock at my entrance. And when his hard cock finally entered me, I let out a moan while he hissed a “fuck.” It felt like all of my senses were focused on that one point of contact. Every thrust was like a shockwave running through me, igniting every nerve ending and intensifying our pleasure.

In that moment, everything was a blur of sensation and carnal desire as he took me from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he slid himself in and out of me, filling me with pleasure and animalistic need. My mind and body were consumed by the raw, primal pleasure of our connection, and I couldn’t help but moan and gasp as he moved with a relentless rhythm, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy. The mixture of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, and I could feel myself giving into the wild, untamed passion that consumed us both. In that moment, I was his, completely and utterly, and the intensity of our desire was like a flame, burning brighter and hotter with each thrust and gasp.

As his hand moved to my throat, I could feel the intensity of his touch. His fingers were strong and firm, applying just the right amount of pressure to send electric currents through my body. My skin tingled and burned under his touch, and I couldn’t help but arch my back in response. My body convulsed with pleasure, my orgasm building to a climax as his grip held me in place. The pressure of his hand added an intense sensation to the already overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body.

I could feel his hot breath against my neck as he squeezed his hand tighter around my throat, adding a hint of roughness to our already intense encounter. I could feel his hips thrusting into mine, his fingers digging into my skin as he reached his peak. The sensation was both pleasurable and slightly alarming, but it only added to the intensity of the moment. I could also feel his cock pulsing inside of me, releasing his fluids and causing me to clench around him in response. I was soaring higher and higher, until finally, I crashed over the edge into a state of pure, intense pleasure.

His grip on my neck loosened, and his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His touch was tender as he held me against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my skin, the rise and fall of his chest matching mine.

He pulled away, “Let me clean you up,” he reached for something in the desk drawer, and then he cleaned me up from his fluids before discarding them into the trash can. I felt his hands on the back of my calves.

Tristan’s voice was soft behind me, but the edge in it sliced through the silence. “Elona…”

I froze, my fingers curling against the wooden desk I had leaned over to steady myself. My legs were trembling, more from exhaustion and not eating anything, but I didn’t turn around.

“Are those... bruises?”

I closed my eyes. Damn. I straightened, slowly, every muscle in my legs and lower back screaming in protest. My vision swam for a second, but I forced a weak smile as I turned to face him, and then I picked up my top and shorts.

“It’s nothing,” I shrugged as I got dressed. “Just... fell during drills. Modeling in heels on a beam, it happens.”

His eyes darkened, the lines between his brows deepening as he stepped closer. “That doesn’t look like nothing. That looks like someone pushed you too hard,” his voice dropped, fierce and quiet. “Don’t lie to me, Elona.”

My throat felt dry, my head light. The air around us thickened as he stared at me like he was peeling back layers I didn’t want him to see. I wanted to explain, to tell him that I had to push myself, that I had to prove to Delance and the others that I was worth something. But the words stuck somewhere behind the ache in my chest and the tightness in my stomach.

My knees wobbled. “Elona?” Tristan’s voice turned sharp. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m... fine,” I whispered, even as the room tilted on its axis. The edges of my vision turned cloudy, and a strange buzzing filled my ears. My body felt like it was floating, disconnected from gravity, from pain.

“Elona!”

I saw his face morph into panic right before everything gave way. My body swayed, too weak to hold itself up anymore. The last thing I felt was the warmth of his hands as they reached for me...too late.

Then… nothing.

Just the soft, weightless descent into darkness.