12. Yasmina
Yasmina
I half expect Jafar to bring me to orgasm as quickly as he has the last two times.
I really should know better by now. He never does the expected, and this moment is no exception.
He explores my pussy with his mouth as if we have all the time in the world.
It’s all too easy to pretend that we’re actually in my father’s office.
That he sent Jafar to deliver my punishment instead of doing it himself.
That Jafar lost control and finally touched me.
That he’s really going to fuck me on my father’s desk.
I whimper, and everything stops. Jafar lifts his eyebrows and shakes his head sadly. “I told you.”
“Wait.” I reach for him, trying to move his mouth back to where I need him, but he catches my wrists and forces them to meet at the small of my back. “Jafar, Daddy, please .”
But he ignores my pleading and stands slowly.
I press my lips together, torn between being quiet and saying whatever it takes to get his mouth on me again.
He gives me another of those long looks that seems like he can reach into my mind and draw forth every fantasy I’ve ever had. “You want to come?”
“Yes, please,” I whisper.
“You want me to reward you for bad behavior.”
“Yes.” I shake my head. “No. I—I don’t know.”
He wraps his hand around my hair, and I know where we’re headed even before he nudges me off the desk and guides me to my knees in front of him.
I can’t stop shaking, can’t stop squirming as if the limited friction of my thighs is even close to enough to get me off.
It’s not, but it feels naughty to luxuriate in denied pleasure.
Jafar looks down his body at me, taking me in with dark eyes.
He’s still dressed to perfection, his suit barely rumpled from our struggles.
His cock presses against his slacks, and my mouth waters at being this close to doing something I’ve always wanted to do.
He strokes a devastatingly gentle hand down my face.
“You want to be a good girl? Prove it. Earn your reward.”
I don’t point out that sucking his cock is hardly good girl behavior.
It doesn’t matter. This is the game we play, and I love it.
I undo his pants with shaking fingers and drag down the zipper.
Seconds later, he’s filling my hands. Long and broad and perfect.
I’m too impatient to be cautious as I suck him down, reveling in the feeling of him filling me in a completely new way.
His hand tightens on my hair, holding me back, but I fight the restraint and make a frustrated noise.
“Slow,” he murmurs.
No . I don’t want slow and careful. I want rough and ready and everything he can give me. I dig my nails into his hips, pricking him the same way my frustration pricks me.
“Wicked girl.” He shifts his grip, keeping one hand in my hair and tilting my head back a little. “You want me to fuck your mouth.”
“Mmm.”
He uses his free hand to touch my left wrist. “It’s too much, you let me know.”
I make another sound of assent. Jafar might like playing with the darker edge of desire the same way I crave, but he always manages to check in with me. To make sure I’m right there with him. It makes me feel far safer than I have any right to.
He holds my head immobile as he begins to move.
Slowly at first, testing my limits. I’ve never had a sensitive gag reflex, but it’s not a trait I was particularly grateful for until the moment his cock bumps the back of my throat.
It’s not a comfortable feeling, but I breathe through my nose and relax into it as best I can. I want this.
I need this.
“That’s it, baby girl.”
His soft praise lights me up from within, and I can’t find the strength to hate the feeling. Instead, I luxuriate in it as he begins to move in earnest, thrusting between my lips, forcing me to relax into it or choke.
My eyes water and he wipes my tears away with a gentle thumb, so at odds with the rough hold on my hair.
“Next time we do this, you’re going to swallow me down.
Every single fucking drop.” He slams into me again and again, his voice low and rough and as brutal as the way he fucks my mouth.
“But not tonight. Tonight I’m coming all over those tits you like flashing at everyone. Remind you who you belong to.”
Once again, I’m left shaking and wondering if he can pull an orgasm from me with his words alone. Coming on my tits? It’s dirty and a little degrading, and I want it more than anything in that moment.
He wrenches me off his cock and fists it with his free hand, jerking himself once, twice, a third time. He comes in great spurts that lash my skin, the almost agony on his face turning me on as much as his marking me does.
His shuddering exhale is the only warning I get before he releases me and steps back. I’m left swaying on my knees as he tucks his cock back into his pants and looks down at me. “You love this shit.”
To fight or to embrace the truth? I meet his gaze. “I love this shit, Daddy.”
He pulls me to my feet, and then his mouth is on mine and nothing else matters. Claiming me with teeth and tongue, marking me as his with this searing kiss the same way he has with his mouth and hands and cock and come.? 1
Jafar owns me, body and soul.
I’m too drunk on pleasure to fear that truth. Not tonight. There’s plenty of time to let it sink in, to worry about the future tomorrow.
When he finally lifts his head, I have to cling to him to keep my feet. From his indulgent smile, he knows it. “Tell me how you want it.”
No question to his meaning, not with his cock already going hard again. I almost tell him to bend me over the desk, but that’s not the answer I give. “I want to ride you.” He’s some kind of wizard to pull the truth from me again and again, even when it would serve me better to lie.
He moves to one of the low leather chairs and sinks onto it with a grace I envy. As I watch, he undoes his pants and pulls his cock out. “Come take your reward, baby girl. You’ve more than earned it.”
I unknot my shirt with fumbling fingers and shrug out of it. I’m still sticky with him, but I don’t care. I’m not ready to wipe the mark away. After a hesitation, I slide out of the skirt, too.
I like the sexy outfit, but there’s something particularly decadent about climbing into his lap while he’s mostly fully clothed and I’m completely naked.
I feel like the little slut he’s named me, like he can do whatever he wants to me and I’ll love every second of it.
I’ve been captive too long. If I can’t embrace the rest of the world, I’ll embrace the endless variety that fucking brings.
This is just another flavor of it.
I’m so wet, I’m practically dripping. Jafar drapes his arms over the back of the chair, leaving me to guide this play. I’m not in charge, though. I’m a fool if I believe otherwise.
I guide his cock into me and sink down until he’s sheathed to the hilt. Even with the earlier orgasms and his fingers readying me half the night, it’s still an adjustment. I roll my hips experimentally, shifting as the almost pain of him melts into pure pleasure. “Oh.”
“Mmm.” His gaze tracks every flicker of my expression, reading me. “This is my fantasy, baby girl.”
I blink. “What?”
“That I’m working late. The house is quiet around us, everyone off doing their own shit.
And you walk through the door wearing nothing but that cocktease of a robe.
We don’t need to talk. You just drop the robe, climb into my lap, and take my cock just like this.
” He cups my breasts roughly, tugging at my nipples.
“You don’t even lock the door. You’re too eager to get me inside you. ”
I brace my hands on his shoulders and lift myself almost all the way off his cock, only to slide down again and take him deeper yet. I roll my hips, rocking against him. Yes, this is exactly what I need. “I need your cock too much to worry about someone walking in.”
“You have my cock.” The way he says it almost sounds like he means something else, but desire wraps too tightly around us for me to divine what.
I rock faster, my orgasm building with every stroke.
“I want them to walk in.” I can’t stop fucking him, can’t stop talking, simply can’t stop.
“I want them to watch me ride your cock, to see you slide into my body, to see you claim me.” So many things I shouldn’t want, but I burned shouldn’t to ash tonight.
I don’t care what a good girl would want, because I do want these things.
And Jafar seems only too happy to provide them.
“You want them to watch.” His voice is so low, it rumbles through my body in the most delicious of ways.
He finally touches me, grasping my chin and bringing my gaze to him.
“That’s just for starters. Yes, they’ll watch.
They’ll fist their cocks and imagine it’s them you’re so desperate for.
” He pulls me closer yet, until his wicked promises ghost against my lips.
“And next time, I’ll crook my finger and one of them will join.
We’ll pass you around just like you’re craving, let you fuck us until you run out of desire. ”
I can’t breathe.
Every time he mentions the idea of more people in the room, more people inside me , I can barely process the sheer need that rolls through me. “My mouth?” I breathe.
“Mouth. Cunt.” His other hand moves down to trace my crack. “Ass.” His slow grin has me grinding harder on him, fighting to take his cock deeper yet. “But not tonight. Tonight is just for watching.”
He releases my ass and reaches behind him. I’m still trying to figure out what he’s doing when he uses his grip on my chin to turn my head to the wall bordering the hallway.
It’s completely transparent now, and there’s a crowd watching. Men and women both. I pick out Meg near the front. She meets my gaze and smiles slowly, sending a bolt of sheer heat through me. “Oh god.”
“This is what you wanted.”