Chapter 55 ANI
I taste myself on his tongue, and lick the tangy, sweet residue of my release from it. Nik’s hand wraps around the leash, tightening his hold on me as his fingers lace through the hair at the back of my head. He fists lightly, and I whimper into his mouth.
“My little pet,” he whispers against my lips. His tone is rough, yet approving.
He picks me up from the desk in one easy movement, setting my feet on the floor. Spinning me, he eases my belly over the lip of the desk before roughly hiking my knee over it, too. My heel falls from my foot, clattering to the floor as I struggle to maintain my balance on the other foot.
“Open,” he barks, dusting the handle of the leash over my lips.
I follow his command and part my lips. He wedges the leather between them and nudges my chin shut until I’m holding it between my teeth, the leash dangling between my mouth and the collar.
“Don’t move,” he warns, relinquishing his hold and stepping back from me.
I hear the rustle of his clothes, but I don’t dare turn my head.
Instead, I stare at the view from his desk.
It sits mere feet from the floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding most of our apartment, providing a beautiful view of the Manhattan skyline.
What really draws my attention are the two buildings of equal stature to ours and my unfettered views inside them.
I can’t help but wonder how many people can see me right now. And I like it.
He peels my panties aside with blunt fingers, tearing the slit wider. I arch my back and slowly wiggle my ass, granting him a better view, and offering myself to him like he wants.
“Such a good little pet,” he praises, aligning himself with my entrance.
He slides in slowly, and with how sensitive I am from his tongue, it’s blissfully excruciating.
With only a few inches inside of me, he stills before removing the leash from my mouth.
His hands slide over my hips, memorizing my curves as he gives me a moment to adjust to accommodate him.
He tightens his hold on my leash, and his fingers dig lightly into my skin as he draws me back onto him, filling me completely.
He moves in careful, measured strokes, taking me hard and fast, but being careful not to bottom out inside of me. The way he fucks me teeters between rough brutality and tender care.
“You like being fucked on my desk, letting them watch what a dirty little slut you are for my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I pant, and he drives into me with a new hunger. His thrusts are harder and angrier. The leash tugs, making the collar bite into the tender skin at my throat, reminding me that no matter who might be watching, I know exactly who I belong to.
Nik picks up his pace. His hands on my hips become anchors, then driving forces that shove me forward on every return. The pressure is oddly incredible, a mix of pain and the most pristine sort of pleasure. My fingers wrap around the edge of the desk, gripping the wood so hard that my fingers ache.
“Come for me,” he orders. My pussy contracts around him, and the sounds of my release fill his office. I cry out, loud and unrestrained, my legs trembling.
“Fuck… Daddy…” I whimper, coming down from my high. He answers with a grunt, slamming into me so hard the desk inches across the floor.
He changes his angle, pushing not just into me but up and forward—dragging the thick head of his cock along my G-spot with every stroke.
My back arches, the tiny tilt of my hips only intensifying the pressure.
His hand slides along my side, cupping one of my swollen breasts.
It fills his palm, and he kneads it with the same confident grip he uses on my hips.
The leash brushes against my shoulder when I fall forward, the sharp tug pulling me exactly where he wants me.
He increases the tempo until the world is a throat-clenching, teeth-grinding rhythm.
“Don’t fight it, little pet,” he breathlessly demands.
“Come for Daddy. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
He doesn’t give me the opportunity to deny his request. His hand presses between me and the desk, finding my clit immediately.
He grinds his fingertips over it with precision, as though he knows exactly how much pressure I need to do me in.
My body folds within seconds, the pleasure building at my core shooting through me.
“Yes!” I scream, my toes curling as I unfurl for him.
My pussy clenches around him with such force, he grumbles, “Fuck.” He spills into me, but doesn’t stop.
He fucks me through the aftershocks until I’m a whimpering mess on the desk.
His hand splays across the small of my back, anchoring me in place.
He keeps his cock buried in me until his breathing steadies and my world stops spinning.
His cock softens, and he finally pulls out.
The broad head slips free, and his release—our release—trickles down my thighs.
Nik helps me from my perch, pulling me into him as he sits in his office chair.
The mess we made is of no consequence to him.
I sit across his lap, my ass resting on one thigh and my legs dangling over the other.
Nik drags his hand over my knee and gently eases my thighs apart, just enough to make room for his hand.
“Daddy…”
“You did so good for me,” he praises. “You came for me like the good little pet you are. But Daddy likes watching you come.”
His hand slides through the cum coating my thighs, and his fingers massage the tender opening of my pussy. He tugs on the leash with his other hand, pulling my face to his. “I want one more from you,” he insists, pressing his fingers into me.
They aren’t rough or demanding. He works them slowly and insistently, watching every flutter of my lashes and quiver of my lower lip when they drag over the right places. “Yes, Daddy,” I moan, arching my hips to ride his hand.
“That’s it.” He continues to curl his fingers, keeping the perfect rhythm and hurtling me toward the release he’s demanding.
“Eyes on me, little pet.” I don’t know if it’s the heat of his stare or the curl of his fingers, but I lose myself.
Breathy whimpers spew over my lips as my release trickles over his hand. “Always so fucking perfect.”
He pulls his fingers—coated in both of us—from my pussy and lifts them up to my lips. I part them slightly when he drags a damp fingertip over my lower lip. He presses them into my mouth and I run my tongue long along them, licking the sweet and salty taste of us from him with a moan.
“Do we taste good together?” he asks, upon hearing my reaction.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I answer around his fingers resting on my tongue.
“Let me taste,” he whispers, sliding them from my mouth. I watch him eagerly, expecting him to draw them into his mouth. With his eyes locked on mine, he licks them and tastes the two of them, his brow arching slightly. “I bet we taste better on your tongue.”
His mouth crashes against mine without warning, and he uses the leash to hold me tight to him as he plunders my mouth.
Our tongues duel for control, and he licks every drop of the two of us from me.
By the time he pulls back, we’re both breathless.
“Fucking delectable,” he pants, the hot breath of his words blowing over my lips.
Holding me on his lap, his lips languidly make their way up and down my throat as his hands rub tenderly over the bruise forming on my thigh from the edge of the desk. “I’m okay,” I whisper, when his gaze lingers on it a little too long.
“I love you far too much to hurt you.” He presses a kiss to my temple as his thumb dusts over the mark he accidentally left.
“I know.” I press my lips to his. “It’s one of the many reasons why I love you, Daddy.”
I curl into him, the city lights painting patches of gold across his shoulders.
There will be nights of sirens, blood, and decisions that make me sick to my stomach. But there always will be moments like this, where the chaos beyond these walls doesn’t matter. Our love is messy, fierce, and utterly real, and I would choose it willingly for a thousand lifetimes.
Even if I didn’t choose it for this one…