Chapter 20 #2
If the woman hungered for my cock, I wasn’t about to keep her from obtaining what she craved. Sitting back, I even slouched in the chair to give her better access. Perhaps I was being a selfish man in allowing her to fulfill a craving I’d had about her since she’d started working with me.
There’d been times all I’d been able to think about was having her naked on her knees under my desk. Every powerful man’s fantasy.
Her fingers were hot, scalding my dick as she pulled it free. I watched her every move as she licked her lips in appreciation of seeing the glisten of pre-cum. While running a single nail down the side near the thick vein, she continually darted her eyes to mine.
I could imagine what she was looking for.
There was no denying her talents, which was why I leaned my head against the back of the chair, spreading my legs even wider.
In the next few glorious moments, she toyed with me, darting her tongue across the sensitive slit.
All while her fingers worked magic, rolling my testicles through them, even squeezing enough to provide a hint of pain.
She was masterful in driving me crazy, pushing my needs even closer to the surface. If she wasn’t careful, I’d fuck her like a wild animal.
Only when she finally darted her wet tongue around my cockhead did I begin to relax. Somehow, I knew that would be short lived. After running her finger down my shaft, she wrapped her hand around the base. While sucking on the tip, she twisted her fingers until she created friction.
My vision was hazy, but I wanted to watch her, to pay close attention to how her lips destroyed my resolve. She darted her eyes to mine, hers sparkling in a way that suggested she hungered to please me.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “Be a very good girl and suck me.”
She opened her mouth wider, taking me down another inch.
“Perfect. You’ll soon learn to do everything I tell you.
” I couldn’t allow the exquisite discovery in her apartment to fade from my mind.
I stroked her hair, enjoying the way the long strands curled around my fingers.
When she took me down another inch, I pushed even more, forcing her to take almost all of me.
Hearing her light gag was thrilling, watching the way her lips pursed creating even darker needs.
She continued to roll her hand around my shaft, the friction spinning my mind and boosting hunger to the point of losing control.
I could feel her determination, her own desire at the boiling point. Erupting into her throat would be so easy, and it was extremely tempting. She moved up and down with precision, her tongue swirling back and forth. Within seconds, she had me worked into a frenzy.
But I longed for more. I needed to spear her sweet pussy, filling her with every inch. I craved fucking her tight ass, claiming her asshole and demanding that no man ever touch her again.
In allowing her to continue, I was slowly losing my mind.
Finally, I’d had enough. If I didn’t stop her now, I’d been unable to do so. Fucking her here was all I could think about.
I pushed her away, smiling from hearing her soft moans of displeasure.
“I need more,” she mewed.
“You will have it, but not yet. Touch yourself.”
Her sigh was heavy, my request not what she wanted, but she obeyed me, sliding her hand between her legs.
Seeing her with her fingers caressing her clit brought both joy as well as agony in waiting. “Pinch your nipple for me.”
The soft sigh continued as she moved her other hand to her breast, using a single finger and rolling it around in tight circles.
“Pinch your bud like a good girl. I want it to hurt.”
Every time she hesitated, I wanted to drag her across my lap. If for no other reason than to remind her that I was completely in control of her actions and her pleasure.
“What do you say when given a command?”
“Yes.”
“Try that again.”
Her face flushed, the color spectacular. “Yes, sir.”
“Much better.”
In the way she opened her eyes, there was no surprise but an eagerness to please me. While her hand continued to rub her clit, she twisted her nipple until her eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks from the wash of anguish.
God, I adored seeing her this way, willing to follow my commands.
“Such a good girl.”
There was nothing like watching her let go, the enticement enough I stroked my cock while watching the beautiful show. I could do this for hours except I was already in enough pain my control was slipping.
“Thrust your fingers into your sweet cunt.”
A slight giggle left her lips, which turned into a scattered moan as she obeyed, plunging three inside. Her scent was everywhere, lingering on my skin and in the air.
I watched her finger fucking herself, even moving her hand to her other breast and tormenting her nipple without being asked. It was mesmerizing to watch, every inch of her body glistening as she neared a climax.
“Don’t stop,” I told her after she sought affirmation, licking her lips in appreciation as soon as I uttered the two words.
They were huskier than normal as the wave of need continued pushing me into fulfilling every sinful desire. Her breathing became more erratic, her eyes slightly dilated. I could also simply bask in her beauty when drifting into sheer ecstasy.
“Please let me come,” she whispered. In trying to hold my gaze, I could tell she was also losing her control.
“Not until I tell you.” I continued stroking my cock, twisting my shaft until I was feeling the same agony she was, only in an entirely different way.
Her moans were even more strangled and her look of defiance was more well defined. “Yes, sir.”
She took several deep, gasping breaths as if trying to hold it together.
“That’s it,” I managed. “Fuck that sweet pussy. My pussy.”
“Yes, sir.” She thrust harder, faster, even flexing her fingers open without me telling her.
“Say it. Tell me I own your pussy.”
With her chest rising and falling, she licked her lips. “You own this pussy.”
“Good girl.”
“Please let me come.” She undulated her hips, panting as she pleaded with me.
“Not yet.”
“I can’t.” She pinched and plucked one nipple then the other, leaving them red and rosy, much like the marks I’d left on her bottom.
How I longed to mark her with my brand, piercing her nipples and clit. The thought dug deep within my psyche, the need bordering on insane.
My abdominal muscles were tight, constricted as I fought every urge. Watching her. Enjoying the filthy moment.
“Does it hurt? The wait? The need?” My entire body felt the same.
“Yes! It’s not fair. Sir.”
“How quickly you forget I own you. Every inch.”
I was the one who couldn’t take it any longer.
“Please,” she moaned once again and I knew I’d had enough of the sweet temptation. “Come for me, chastnaya tantsovshchitsa.”
With relief flooding her face, she did as I commanded, tossing her face toward the ceiling as her body shuddered violently. She was absolutely stunning when she climaxed and for a few seconds, I was simply in awe.
She wasn’t gentle with her actions, thrusting all four fingers inside while she bucked against her own hand. I’d be damned if I couldn’t get lost in watching her do this every morning. What a vile man I’d become.
When she slowly came down from the raw taste of ecstasy, I pulled her hand free, lifting her arm until I was able to lick her fingers.
A warm blush covered her cheeks while I sucked on one finger then another, taking my time to clean every drop of her delicious juice from them.
“You are so…” She didn’t finish her statement, biting her lip instead.
I’d come to realize that with her, everything was a mixture of admiration and arousal. She wasn’t interested in backing down, yet was eager to please in a way that had nothing to do with business. The dichotomy of her personality was such that I couldn’t get enough.
Of her banter or her body.
At least for now the time for having a conversation was over.
As I turned my chair toward the desk, I pulled her with me, easing her butt onto the edge. Her eyes still held a dreamy appearance, her inability to focus creating a different desire. To protect her.
The instinct to do so rose from deep within, an innate feeling that even keeping her on my payroll was dangerous. I’d stopped being so protective with anyone, including my mother. She’d accepted her new life as my father’s second wife when she’d told me all those years ago how much she’d hated him.
She’d even made it sound like my father had died instead of wanting anything to do with his own flesh and blood.
While Vladimir hadn’t lied about his identity, he had about being single when he’d had an entire family in another city.
The full betrayal had come before learning she was pregnant.
She’d managed to hide the condition and my birth from him for two full decades.
Russia was a very large country and he’d acquired the helm of the Chertov Bratva when his father had retired, a man who was currently languishing in a retirement home while my father lay in a grave that I never visited.
The story wasn’t new nor had it been shocking to anyone. I’d been my mother’s protector until I hadn’t been needed in that capacity any longer.
So I’d driven aside all acts of care and nurturing as well as any concept of protecting anyone. That’s when my desire for power and blood had taken over.
I’d hated him for demanding I be in his life just like Mikhail had hated him for taking his mother away at the time when he’d needed her the most. Which was also why I could understand his recent fixation on exacting revenge on the brother he’d never wanted.
For whatever reason, when I rested my cheek against her stomach, the moment was instantly awkward for both of us.
She hesitated before wrapping her arms around my head, pressing my face against her warmth.
The tender action was short lived, long enough to reset my center. As soon as I stood, she leaned back on the desk, the single dart of her tongue against the center of her bottom lip a blatant offer.
“Be careful what you’re asking for,” I suggested.