Chapter 487: 487. The Day One Session Made Me Think That She’s Already Devoted**

"All day..." Rex muttered against her skin, his voice muffled by her flesh but dripping with a mocking, dark amusement. "All day you’ve been playing the diligent little scholar."

"Poring over ledgers, worrying about northern relays, acting like the most important thing in the world is a fucking piece of parchment."

SLAP!

The sound of his palm striking her buttock echoed sharply in the quiet room. Elizabeth let out a high-pitched yelp, her body arching as the sting of the spank bloomed into radiating heat.

"Nnhhhh!"

"You’re so fucking boring when you’re working, Elizabeth," he whispered, his teeth grazing her skin as he moved to her other breast, claiming it with the same hungry greed. "Sitting there with your pens and your pins, acting all professional and untouchable."

"You know that it’s a goddamn lie!"

"You’re not a professor right now, but you’re just a woman who’s been waiting all day to be used."

SLAP!

Another strike, harder this time, making her thighs quiver.

"Nahh—ahhnn!"

"You spent hours thinking about ’productivity’ and ’efficiency’?" he taunted, his hand moving from her ass to grip her throat lightly, forcing her to look down at him as he worked her breasts with his mouth. "Well, here’s your productivity for Day One."

"Forget the ledger. Forget the relay. Forget the fucking North. There is only this," Rex grinned. "There is only me fucking the logic right out of your head."

Elizabeth’s eyes were already glazing over, the "Professor" retreating into the shadows of her mind as the sheer, unadulterated sensation of his mouth, his hands, and his insults began to dismantle her. She wasn’t thinking about the northern relay anymore, but she was only thinking about the way his hands felt on her skin and the terrifying, beautiful realization that he was right.

’I need to endure and submit again... but it’s fine... as long as we’re all safe from Lady Valentina.’

She was done being a scholar. She was ready to be his.

The transition from the floor to the bed was a blur of frantic skin and heavy breathing. Rex didn’t give her a moment to recover from the stinging heat of his spanks before he had her turned, her body forced down onto the mattress.

Elizabeth was on her stomach, her chest pressed into the cool sheets, her fingers clutching a pillow with a white-knuckled grip. She was a portrait of beautiful, chaotic surrender.

Her hips were arched high, her ass tilted upward in a silent, desperate invitation, her skin still flushed a deep, fierce crimson from his hands.

Then, Rex descended.

He didn’t ease into her. He didn’t offer a gentle transition.

He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist, and drove himself into her with a single, devastating thrust that seemed to reach all the way to her very soul.

PLAPPPPPPPPPPP!

"AAAGH—!" The scream started in her throat, a raw, primal sound of pure impact, but she frantically shoved the pillow against her face, muffling the sound into a desperate, vibrating groan.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sound of his pelvis slamming against her backside was rhythmic and brutal, a heavy, wet percussion that filled the room. Rex was relentless.

He wasn’t just fucking her, but he was colonizing her. Every thrust was a heavy, deep lunge that sent her entire body jolting forward, her breasts squishing against the mattress, her spine arching with the force of his momentum.

"Is this session productive enough for you, Professor?" Rex growled, his voice thick with lust as he leaned over her, his sweat dripping onto her back.

He reached around, his hands squeezing her tits even as he hammered into her from behind. "Does this fit into your schedule?"

"Mmmph! Hnnngh—!" Elizabeth’s response was a series of muffled, frantic whimpers.

She was lost. The "North" was gone. The "Ledger" was a distant, meaningless memory.

There was only the sensation of him, the massive, unyielding thickness of his cock stretching her, the way he seemed to hit a spot deep inside her that made her vision swim with white light every time he bottomed out.

She was being fucking destroyed.

She could feel the friction building, a searing, delicious heat that was rapidly approaching a breaking point. Every time he lunged, he felt like he was rearranging her internal organs, pushing her to the absolute limit of what her body could endure.

She was a vessel, a target, a playground for his singular, driving purpose.

"Tell me," Rex commanded, his pace increasing, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more violent.

He gripped her hair, pulling her head back just enough so he could whisper harshly into her ear. "Tell me how much you love being a fucking slut for me instead of a scholar!"

"Nnngh... Rex... please..." she sobbed into the pillow, the words barely audible.

She didn’t care about the labels. She wasn’t concerned about the shame.

She just wanted the sensation to never end. She wanted him to break her completely.

She wanted the "Day One" of this week to leave her so ruined that she wouldn’t be able to stand for the rest of the morning.

As he increased the intensity, the bed began to creak rhythmically, a frantic, desperate sound that matched the frantic, muffled cries escaping from beneath her pillow. She was no longer a woman of logic, but she was a woman of pure, unadulterated sensation, being hammered into the mattress by a man who knew exactly how to turn her intellect into an afterthought.

Rex’s hand tangled deep into her hair, winding the strands around his fist and yanking her head back with a brutal, sudden force. Elizabeth’s spine snapped taut, her neck arching painfully as he forced her to look up toward the ceiling, her face flushed and tear-streaked.

"Please... Rex... stop..." she gasped, the words muffled by the pillow she was still trying to press against her mouth. "Not so loud... please... Lily and Diana... they’re just down the hall... they’ll hear..."

"Let them hear!" Rex roared, his voice a low, predatory snarl that vibrated through her very bones.

He didn’t loosen his grip; instead, he yanked her hair even harder, forcing a sharp, choked cry from her throat. "Let them hear how their slutty aunt sounds when she’s being used like a common whore!"

"Let them hear how much you love it when a real man takes what he wants!"

"Mmmph! Nnn—gh!" Elizabeth shook her head frantically, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and overwhelming pleasure.

She was terrified of the scandal, of the loss of her dignity, but the way he was driving into her was making it impossible to maintain any semblance of control.

"You’re so worried about your reputation," Rex mocked, his thrusts becoming even more violent, his heavy pelvis slamming against her ass with a sound like a whip cracking. "You’re so worried about being ’proper.’ But look at you..."

"You’re nothing but a sweating, trembling mess, begging for a man to wreck you."

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

As he continued to pound her pussy with a relentless, punishing rhythm, he shifted his focus to a new kind of torment. While his lower body continued the brutal, deep lunge of his cock, his free hand reached around to her front.

He didn’t touch her gently. He found her swollen, sensitive clitoris and began to pinch and rub it with a rough, punishing pressure that made her entire body convulse.

"Ahhhnnn—!" The scream was nearly ripped from her lungs, but she clamped her teeth onto the pillow so hard she thought she might tear it.

The dual sensation was overwhelming. The deep, stretching ache of his cock bottoming out against her cervix, combined with the sharp, stinging friction of his fingers on her clitoris, was driving her toward a sensory overload.

The overwhelming sensations, the excessive noise, and his presence were all too much for her to handle.

"Does that hurt, Elizabeth?" he whispered darkly, his breath hot against her ear as he increased the speed of his hands.

He began to knead her breasts with a bruising intensity, his thumbs digging into the sensitive tissue even as he hammered her from behind. "Does it hurt to be this much of a slut?!"

"To have your ’productive’ day end by being bent over a bed and treated like a piece of meat?"

He wasn’t just fucking her, but he was attacking her right now. Every thrust was a taunt, every pinch was a reminder of her surrender.

He was stripping away every layer of her professionalism, leaving nothing behind but the raw, screaming nerves of a woman being utterly conquered. Elizabeth could only cling to the pillow, her body jerking uncontrollably under his assault, her mind dissolving into a chaotic swirl of pain, pleasure, and the desperate, muffled need to scream his name.

The rhythm of the bed became a frantic, violent staccato. Rex was no longer just fucking her, but he was attempting to overwhelm her entire sensory existence.

He shifted his weight, leaning forward so his massive chest pressed against her back, and then he reached around, his large, powerful arms wrapping around her neck from behind.

He didn’t just hold her, but he clamped his hands around her throat, his fingers digging into the soft tissue of her neck.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice a dark, vibrating pressure against her ear. "Trying so hard to be quiet!"

"Why even try to be the lady that’s untouched?!"

"They already know because they’re my bitch as well!"