From Substitute To Queen Chapter 105

Before she could finish, I lifted her dress to her slender waist. My hands, usually refined, savagely pulled down her underwear and stockings. Initially planning to push them to her knees, I stopped at mid-thigh, finding the visual more enticing.

I positioned myself against her entrance without pushing in, teasing her with slight friction. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."

"I'm yours," she breathed. "Only yours..."

I changed from teasing to pressing harder, watching her pink flesh part slightly for me. When her face flushed with arousal, I thrust in completely with a single, powerful stroke.

From the start, I set a forceful pace. Sable's knees weakened despite her high heels; if not for my arm locked around her waist, she would have collapsed.

I remained silent except for my heavy breathing, which betrayed the anger I couldn't shout. Each thrust went deep before partially withdrawing. Sable seemed to struggle with the intensity, my hardness forcing her open without any chance to adjust.

My excitement peaked, my ears burning hot as I moved my hips without rhythm, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, guided only by impulse. When I felt her trying to pull away, I gave her exposed bottom a light slap.

"Be good, baby," I commanded, my voice deceptively gentle. "Take all of me."

Her pussy tensed from the intensity. Combined with the nervousness of being in a public restroom, she instinctively tried to escape my size. Seeing her resistance, I thrust forward harshly, forcing her to accept all of me. A sharp moan escaped her lips, which she quickly covered with her hand.

I supported her increasingly weak body with my arm. She kept her mouth covered as her upper body arched backward with each thrust. When the tip pressed deep inside her, she winced and moaned behind her palm.

The tight heat surrounding me caused me to hiss through clenched teeth when she squeezed down. My hand moved upward to cup one of her breasts, capturing it completely and kneading it roughly.

"A little longer?" I asked between heavy breaths.

Strands of Sable's hair clung to her flushed face with sweat. Her eyes glazed over with a misty layer, her naturally striking features now radiating sensual appeal.

My white shirt was soaked with sweat, yet I felt no fatigue. Watching her lost expression in the mirror only increased my arousal.

When her hand kept slipping from her mouth, I covered it for her. My throat bobbed as I swallowed dryly. "Bite me if it hurts."

In her dazed state, Sable accepted my hand over her mouth as she continued taking my relentless thrusts. Her once-pink flesh had darkened to deep red, appearing pitifully abused yet dripping wet, soaking her underwear and torn stockings.

Moans and wet sounds of our joining echoed in the bathroom.

"Ah..." A particularly hard thrust drew a trembling cry from her, and she instinctively bit down on my finger. The bite was deep enough to make me groan. After she released, I pulled my hand back and loosened my tie with one hand before removing it and placing it in her mouth.

Sable bit down on the tie as I pulled one of her arms behind her back. Off-balance, she pressed her free hand against the counter for support. I gripped her captured wrist while continuing my vigorous pace, sweat now soaking through my shirt as our skin slapped together loudly.

My increased speed made her breasts bounce wildly. With the tie between her teeth, she couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror, knowing how wanton she appeared.

Her whimpers muffled by the tie, tears formed at the corners of her eyes. Between her legs, my hardness continued its assault, turning her deeper and deeper shades of red, her arousal flowing freely.

"God... Caelan... I'm about to..." Her body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her trembling and spent.

After our encounter, Sable collapsed against me, too exhausted to move, her head resting on my chest.

I grabbed some paper towels, dampened them with warm water, and wrung them out. Kneeling down, I gently cleaned the evidence of our passion from her thighs. She still quivered when I touched sensitive areas, small whimpers escaping her lips. I smiled slightly, then removed her ruined stockings completely and straightened her dress.

We emerged from the bathroom one after another, trying to act natural. I was still adjusting my tie when Rodrigo walked through the restaurant entrance. His sharp eyes scanned us quickly, noting Sable's slightly disheveled hair and my hands at my collar.

Rodrigo's face darkened, his brow furrowing deeply.

He approached us with measured steps, his expression carefully controlled but unmistakably cold. The kind of coldness that came from a father who'd just witnessed something he wished he hadn't.

"Dad, you're here?" Sable's voice pitched slightly higher than normal. She smoothed her hair with one hand.

"I was meeting a friend for lunch and saw you two through the window." His gaze shifted between us, lingering on my collar. "I heard you'd been discharged from the hospital. Thought I'd check on your recovery."

"Faster than expected," I said, finally getting my tie straight.

"So I can see." His tone carried an edge that made my jaw tighten. "You appear to be... quite energetic for someone who just left the hospital."

Before either of us could respond, Sable's phone buzzed.

"I need to take this." She pressed the phone to her ear, stepping slightly away. "Dr. Crawford... Yes, I understand... How severe?... I'll be there immediately."

She turned back to us. "Emergency surgery. I have to go now."

"I'll drive you."

"Caelan." Rodrigo stopped me. "We need to talk."

Sable glanced between us, uncertainty flickering across her features. Her hand found my arm, fingers gripping just tight enough to convey her worry.

I moved closer to her, my hand cupping her face. My thumb traced along her cheekbone as I looked into her eyes.

"Go," I said quietly. "Save lives."

She understood. The unspoken message passed between us – *I can handle your father. Don't worry about me.*

"I'll see you later, Dad." She grabbed her purse and headed for the door, but I caught the concerned glance she threw over her shoulder.

The moment Sable disappeared through the restaurant's entrance, Rodrigo's entire demeanor shifted. The polite mask fell away.

"Please sit down." He gestured to the chairs.

I remained standing. "What's on your mind, Rodrigo?"

"Now we can speak honestly." He settled into his chair. "I don't approve of this relationship."