Viktor
She’s so fucking obedient.
Standing still, waiting, breathing too hard, her body already submitting before she understands what’s happening.
But she’ll understand soon.
I’ll make sure of it.
Slow.
Thorough.
I’ll teach her.
I tilt her chin up, making her look at me.
Her lips are slightly parted, her breath shaky, her gorgeous eyes locked on mine.
I run my thumb over the soft swell of her lower lip.
Her pulse jumps at her throat.
Her tongue flicks out, just barely grazing my skin.
Fuck!
My cock jerks.
She doesn’t even know what she just did to me.
I tug her closer.
Let her feel the heat of my body, the power in my touch.
Her hands hover by her sides, uncertain.
She wants to touch me.
But she’s waiting for permission.
Good.
She’s already learning.
“On your knees.”
The command is low, rough, final.
Her breath catches.
Her thighs press tighter together.
And she obeys.
She lowers herself slowly, her long legs folding under her, her hands resting on her lap, her wide hips settling on her heels.
So fucking beautiful.
So sweet, soft, perfect.
Fucking made to be on her knees for me.
I stroke my cock, watching her watch me.
Her eyes flicker to my length.
Her tongue darts out again, like she can already taste me.
Her pulse races at her throat.
She’s nervous, excited.
She doesn’t know if she should be afraid.
She should.
But not for the reasons she thinks.
Not because I’ll hurt her.
Because I’ll fucking ruin her.
Because after this, she’ll never be able to look at me without feeling this moment.
This power.
This ownership.
I guide my cock to her lips.
She parts them willingly.
Fuck…
My jaw tightens, my body locked, my control barely holding.
“Open wider, printsessa.”
She does.
She lets me in.
The silky warmth of her mouth wraps around the head of my cock, soft, wet, fucking perfect.
I groan deep in my chest.
Her lips stretch around my girth.
Her eyes flutter, breath shuddering.
Her fingers grip my thighs, needing something to hold onto.
I brush her hair away from her face.
Guide her.
Show her.
Praise her.
“Good girl.”
She sucks lightly, like she’s figuring it out, learning what I want.
Her tongue flicks over the ridge of my head, tasting, teasing.
I tighten my grip in her hair.
“Deeper.”
She hesitates.
I push. And she gags.
Her spit pools at the corners of her mouth.
Her eyes water.
Her throat tightens around me.
She tries to pull back, but I don’t let her.
I hold her there, let her feel me, let her adjust, let her learn.
“Breathe through it.”
Her lashes flutter.
Her nails dig into my thighs.
Then she relaxes.
Lets me in.
And fuck, I’m never letting her go.
Her cheeks are wet with tears.
Her plump lips, stretched so fucking wide around my cock.
She’s choking on me, drool slipping down her chin.
And she’s so fucking pretty like this.
My perfect girl.