13 - Taming Grace, Part Two #3
“The offer to fuck you senseless just like I did back in that club,” he replied calmly, and the sound of that filth coming out of his mouth sent a sharp shiver down my spine. I caught my breath. How did he know and understand so utterly what I needed from him?
“Right,” I breathed, and I felt that heat beginning to build between my legs again. I wanted him. I couldn’t deny it anymore. And I was in charge here – why shouldn’t I give myself a little of what I wanted?
“And what exactly would that entail?” I asked, playing it cool, like I was in a meeting debating the merits of some new deal that was on the table. He pushed himself back from the table and lifted his chin to look me in the eye.
“You could start by getting down on your knees and sucking my cock,” he replied, the quirk of a smiling curling up his lips. My jaw nearly dropped at the sound of his words – there was no way he could mean that, right? But he didn’t take his eyes from mine, and I found myself doing as I was told.
I moved around the desk and sank to my knees before him, as though I was in some kind of trance.
I had never so much as made out with anyone at the office before now, but here I was about to give this man a blowjob – right when anyone could have knocked on the door and strolled in to welcome him to the business.
But his eyes were dark and burning into my skin, and I wanted to please him – I craved it like I had never craved anything before in my life.
Sliding my hands over his thighs, I watched as the curve of his erection pressed at the pants he was wearing.
I flicked my tongue out over my lips; he looked so good, I could almost taste him.
He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his erection into his hand, letting me get a good look at his thick, impressive length.
“Kiss the tip,” he ordered, and I hesitated a moment before I leaned down and planted my lips against the very tip of his cock.
I could taste a drop of his salty pre-cum, and I moaned softly.
There was something so intensely erotic about this, about being told what to do.
I was always so in-control all the time, that handing it over to someone else like this was a relief.
I could feel my pussy aching for attention, but I knew that without his permission I shouldn’t do anything about it.
“Now, open your lips,” he continued, his voice taking on a low, hungry edge.
I did as I was told, and he placed a hand on the back of my head and slowly guided his length into my mouth.
I couldn’t take him all – it had been a while since I had sucked dick, and he must have been the biggest I’d ever had – but the feeling of his cock filling my mouth was electric.
“Mmm,” he groaned, and I felt the vibration of it spread out through his body and into mine.
I sank my fingers into his thighs, feeling the strong muscle there; he could have lifted me up and tossed me over that desk and fucked me raw if he wanted to.
The pulse of danger only made things even hotter.
I closed my eyes and focused in on my task, running my tongue over the seam on the underside of his erection, and taking note of every single one of his reactions.
I wanted to be good at this for him. I wanted to show him that I was capable of keeping up with everything that the other women he’d been with had done for him.
I had always been the best at everything I turned my hand to, and this was going to be no different.
I knew it was a contradiction, finding such strength in such helplessness, but I could already feel myself getting addicted to it.
All this time, I had pretended that this part of me was completely separate from the one who dominated at the office, but maybe they could co-exist together. Just maybe...
He began to flex his hips back to meet me, pushing deeper into my mouth - I was surprised to find that I could take more of him than I had initially imagined I would be able to.
He slid down my throat an inch or two, and I didn’t gag.
In fact, it felt good, a fullness I had never encountered before.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered me, and I obeyed him at once.
I felt as though I was under some kind of spell, some hypnotic trance that let him take complete and utter control of me.
There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for him in that moment if he had asked me - if he’d demanded that I walk naked through the office, I would have stripped off and done it for him in an instant.
The realization of that was a little scary and a little exhilarating at the same time.
He thrust into my mouth, using me for his pleasure; I was nothing but a hole to him, all the stresses of my day lifted from my shoulders as I gave myself over to this man, this moment, and everything that came with them.
“Suck my balls.”
He pulled his cock from his mouth and I lowered my lips down to his full balls, tracing my tongue down the seam in the center.
My hands were still clasped behind my back, and my skin was pulsing from even this contact.
I took each one of his testicles into my mouth at a time, feeling the heavy weight of them on my tongue, and sucked and licked at them like I was worshipping every inch of his body.
I had never done anything like this before – hell, I’d never really enjoyed giving head before this, but at this moment I was loving every second.
I was aching with desire, needing him to let me come, and knowing that he might well choose not to.
“Open your mouth,” he growled, and I pulled back and parted my lips – and before I could even think anything else, he stroked his cock a few more times and covered my tongue and my lips with his seed.
He tasted salty and a little sweet, and I moaned loudly as he filled me with his cum.
I had pleased him, I had pleasured him, I had taken him there, and that was all I cared about.
My own release seemed secondary now, as I gazed up at this man and watched his face contort with lust for me.
I stayed there, kneeling before him with my mouth open, until he gently reached down and pushed my jaw closed; the spell was broken after that, and I came back to reality, back to myself.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. I had thought that once would be enough to get it out of my system, but if anything I already wanted to do it again.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and there was such joy in hearing him compliment me like that. I knew I would have done anything to hear that from him again. I straightened my back, planted my hands on my thighs, reminded myself that this was real life, that I had really just done that.
“I get the feeling working here is going to be very interesting,” he remarked, and he reached down and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. And I smiled. Because I knew for sure that he was right about that.