“Is that how you feel right now, misiu? Without a choice in the matter?”
I walk towards the desk slowly, studying the lines in his face, the way the little beam of setting sunlight filters through the cracked window blinds and lands right on his gorgeous brown eyes. I push his rolling chair back a few inches and put my hands on his face, planting a soft kiss on his head.
“I never had a choice in the matter of you and I, Serafin,” I say. “and it’s not because of you.” I kiss my way down his neck, and he digs his fingers into my back, holding on to me like if he lets go, I’ll disappear again. “We both knew our whole lives, maybe even before we were born, it was something inside of us that neither of us could control.”
I slowly unbutton the top button of his shirt, then another, putting my hand on his muscled chest just where his heart is.
“I’ve always been afraid of you. I’ve always been afraid of it… this… the way you make me feel like the most powerful woman in the world. I’ve always been afraid I’d never be able to live up to your expectations. It’s the only thing that made it easy to walk away.”
I drop down between his knees, undoing his belt.
“I don’t expect anything from you,” he says, his voice strained as I pull his cock from his pants. “Loving you has always been so easy, even when I should’ve hated you. Fuck if I didn’t try.”
I stroke his dick, feeling it swell even more than I imagined possible in my hand. I bring my lips to the tip, tasting his salty precum on my lips for the first time. Everything about him is so familiar, his taste, the smell of his spicy aftershave mixed with the feint aroma of his manly sweat. I’ve never been in this position with him before, but it feels like coming home.
As I take him in my mouth, he leans back in his chair, letting me have complete control.
“You’ve always been the most powerful woman in the world. You’ve always been the most beautiful woman in the world. Even with my dick in your mouth,” he moans, pulling my ponytail holder out of my hair and running his finger through my scalp. I don’t know if the chills running down my spine are from the words or his touch or from the fact that pleasing him like this might be the first time I’ve genuinely felt happiness in my adult life.
I feel closer to him than I ever have, and it’s not just because his cock is inside me.
He wraps my hair around his fist, tugging just a little bit. The warmth pools between my thighs as he begins moving my head back and forth, pushing himself further and further towards my throat, and tears well up in my eyes.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to take this pretty mouth?” he groans. “How long I’ve wanted to use every inch of your body?”
I reach for my nipples, desperate for some sort of release. I moan on his dick as I twist and turn them into hardened nubs.
“Does it turn you on, baby? Knowing that God put you on this earth to please me? That the reason why your ex husband couldn’t make you cum was because your pussy always belonged to me?”
He stares me in the eye as he holds my cock so dangerously deep in my mouth I feel like I’m losing air. I don’t even care. I want everything he has to offer. The pleasure. The pain. I want to give it all to him.
He pulls out and I choke and sputter, but before I can catch my breath he pulls me up off the floor, pushing his lips to mine. As his tongue swirls my mouth, his hands travel down my body, his electric touch covering my body in goosebumps.
He turns me around and presses me up against the desk, and the sound of the condom ripping open is like music to my ears.
“So wet for me,” he growls, tracing his fingers up and down my sex. I feel like I’m going to explode already, the pressure building inside me with a force I never met before. I don’t know if he climbed inside my mind or if he could see it on my face, but I’ve never been with a man who could make me climax before. Now I’m right on the edge and as he kisses the back of my neck, I know he’s purposely teasing and torturing me with his fingers. I thrust back towards him, trying to guide him to my clit, but he has his own agenda. “So eager. You have a lot to learn about patience, love.”
The tip of his cock presses up against me, and I let out a desperate cry.
“I’ll teach you,” he says, his voice rich with gravel. “You will learn whether you like it or not.”
His hands grip my breasts as he slowly presses his way inside my dripping pussy. I feel like I’m being ripped in half, the delicious pain of the pressure of my body stretching to accommodate him.
“You’re perfect,” he groans, taking his fingers and pressing them into my clit as he slowly thrusts in and out. “This cunt was made for me.”
He brings his fingers to my mouth, and I take them hungrily, tasting my desperation and sucking it all down.
“This mouth, too. Mine.”
His tongue flicks my ear as his calloused hand travels to my throat, his fingers dancing across my neck in a pitter patter before he squeezes it just lightly enough to cut off my breathing just a little bit. I thrust my ass back into him, wanting him to take me harder, hurt me more, destroy me and make me whole.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he says with a devious laugh that makes the hair on my arms stand up on
