His hands wander over my body. Not in gentle caresses, but grips of desperation. As though he needs to touch, to feel every bit of me. He grabs a handful of my ass, lifting me higher up to his mouth as his tongue lashes across my clit.
“Oh god. So good.” I tilt my chin down, opening my eyes to find our reflection.
One of the most powerful men in the world kneels between my thighs. It’s hard to breathe.
In one thrust, he plows two fingers into me, and I cry out again.
“That’s my girl. Can you take three?” He wiggles a third finger in, curling them at the same time and sending a current of need through me that I’ve never felt before.
“Ivan.” I slide my fingers through his hair, fisting and holding him to me. “Please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
He scrapes his teeth over me, drawing me closer to the edge.
“Do you want to come for me? Are you going to be my dirty girl, coming all over my face?” He thrusts his fingers faster, twisting them one way then another.
“Yes.”
“Say it, Vee. Tell me you’re my dirty girl.”
“I’m your dirty girl! Oh god, please don’t stop…oh god, I have to come. Please!” I drop my hand to the chair, grabbing onto the edge as his tongue continues to lift me from this plane to the next.
“Then come for me, dirty girl. Make it loud.” He presses the flat of his tongue harder against my clit, moving it in perfect rhythm, matching it with his fingers.
My orgasm barrels through me, and I scream. I cry out until my throat feels like it’s going to split in two. I’m barely able to breathe, but my body continues to hum beneath his administrations. He presses a gentle kiss to my thigh, to the redmarkings his brass knuckles have left behind, as he slips his fingers from my pussy.
“Taste yourself, sweet girl.” He shoves his fingers past my lips, running them over my tongue. I’m too caught up in the dark swirl of arousal in his eyes to do anything other than obey.
He kneels up, cupping my face with both hands and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue and smell the scent of my arousal clinging to his neatly trimmed beard.
“I need to be inside you.” He growls against my mouth. In the next instant, I’m on the floor, the soft area rug beneath me.
He kneels between my thighs, ripping his shirt off and throwing it aside before reaching for his belt.
Feeling emboldened by the delicious hum my orgasm has left behind, I sit up, grabbing his belt buckle.
“Let me?” I ask I peer up at him.
He gives a nod, and I tear open the buckle, then unbutton his slacks and rip down the zipper before shoving his clothes over his hips. His cock bursts free.
When I reach for it, he snatches up my wrist. “Not this time, sweet girl. But soon, your mouth will be stuffed with my cock.”
He leans over me, pushing me to the floor, kissing me again as he plows into me. Both my wrists are pinned over my head by his massive grip.
“I’m never going to get used to how good you feel.” He kisses me, nips at my lip, thrusts harder.
Pulling my knees up toward my chest makes him groan. I love the sound so much, I pull them up higher and hook my ankles behind his back.
“I want you to come again for me.” He licks the spot just below my ear lobe.
“I don’t know if…oh god.” I roll my head to the side when he slows his thrusts, angling his hips, and the head of his dick hits perfectly.
“Sure, you can. Come for me again.” He rolls his hips again. “I love the way you sound when you do. The way you lose control. Do it again.”
With his free hand, he reaches between our bodies. Easily finding my clit as though he has my entire body memorized, he gently rolls it beneath the pad of his fingers.
“See, you’re already getting close.” He nips at my jaw. “You can do it for me, can’t you? You can come for me one more time?”
There’s deviousness in his smile as he looks down at me. A glimmer of something sinister mingling with his arousal. I’ve never been someone’s toy before. A month ago, I would have thought it humiliating to be toyed with like this, being given instructions, seeking praise the way I am now.
