Page 80 of Their Domme

“Maksim… Sir, what do you want me to do?” I whispered, desperate to please him. Giving him my obedience, my submission, was the only thank you he’d accept.

He smiled against my lips. “You’re going to fuck yourself on that dildo while I watch. No coming until I give you permission. It’s a good thing you thought to soundproof the offices. I’d hate to have to kill someone for seeing you like this. Besides Nic, of course, but she’s not here right now.”

“You like to fuck Nic in public,” I ground out, trying to think of anything besides his lean, strong body near mine as he pressed closer. There was no way I was going to come before we even got started.

“Yes,” he breathed, then he grabbed my ass and pulled my cheeks apart, maneuvering my body until the dildo’s head was lined up to my asshole. He slowly pushed me down, steadily forcing my body to accommodate the toy. I groaned, my cock twitching, as I threw my head back, attempting to focus on anything but the dildo sliding inside of me. His rough grip on my ass and the pulsing need in my chest were making me feel lightheaded.

“But she likes to be on fucking display. I could fuck her in front of the entire club, and she’d come from people watching her alone. But you… You want to be degraded and humiliated in private. My private bitch and cum slut. You take that almost as well as you take my cock, Alexei. You were fucking made for this. Fuck yes, you like that.”

I did.

I more than liked it. Ilovedit. Everything he’d said was true. I liked being in charge with Nic, ordering her every move, but I also liked getting that from Maksim. He overwhelmed me in the best possible ways until I could just fucking let go. Maybe that was how Maksim felt most of the time, not caring about most people’s bullshit.Lucky.

My body was shaking by the time the dildo bottomed out in me, my ass hitting the cold desk. Chest heaving, hands trembling, I watched Maksim take a step back from me, his heated gaze sweeping from the top of my head to my toes and back up again. At this moment, smirking back at me from a few steps away, he felt larger than life, bigger than his six-foot-two slender frame.

“Get moving, brother. I want to see you slam those swollen balls on the desk with every fucking movement. I was generous enough to let you do it on top of the desk instead of on your hands and knees on the floor.”

Fucking myself would have been easier on the floor, but we both knew I didn’t want easier. I shifted, leaning back to get the leverage I needed, planted my hands on the desk, and started to move up and down, cursing when the bumps hit sensitive spots inside of me. My cock bounced, hitting my stomach with every movement, ensuring I was aware of just how hard I was from his little games. Maksim settled down into the chair again, content to watch me. He unashamedly adjusted himself, not hiding his building arousal.

He watched me like I was his favorite show, ordering me to spread my legs wider, move slower, move faster, every small change driving my pleasure higher and higher. I begged for release, but he just smiled and told me no. I didn’t know how long I fucked myself on that silicone cock before he ordered me to stop and stand up. I groaned when I pulled myself off the dildo, feeling achingly empty without it inside me. He reached down for the bag at his feet as I wobbled, trying to get blood to flow somewhere besides my cock, and searched for whatever it was he wanted.

My dick twitched, desperately needing just a small touch. A simple graze of his fingertips would be enough to send me over the edge, but that wasn’t the game he wanted to play. He pulled out a cock sleeve, a bottle of lube, and something else I didn’t see.Oh fuck yes.

“Please.”

I wasn’t aware I had uttered it aloud until he looked over at me, and my gaze fixed on his now exposed thick cock that made the dildo jutting lewdly from the top of the desk seem small. He smirked and grabbed his hard dick. “See something you want? You want a taste, cum slut?”

“Yes.” I licked my lips as I fell to my knees, needing him more than I needed my pride.

He walked over, and I didn’t wait for instructions, taking him deep into my throat without hesitation. Maksim was large, but I’d had a lot of practice, and the taste of him on my tongue made my eyes roll back in my head. There wasn’t one thing about him that I didn’t crave, and I wanted to let him know that in whatever way I could. When it came to him, my silver tongue always faltered so I needed a way to show him how I felt without words.

I worshiped him—every swirl of my tongue or graze of my teeth was my way of telling him how I felt without saying a single word. I took my time and didn’t stop until wiry hair hit my nose. Maksim grunted, and I looked up to find his head thrown back, the muscles in his neck standing out as he tried to control himself.

“Enough,” he said gruffly, pushing at my head to shove me off of him. He gestured for me to get up, so I did. I was roughly spun around and shoved against the desk before I finished my next breath. Maksim lined himself up to my asshole then slammed home, his balls hitting my ass as I cried out. He fucked me a few times before he reached over for the cock sleeve he’d grabbed earlier. “Let’s see how you like this.”

He thoroughly lubed up my hard cock, absolutely drenching every inch of me. I thrust into his fist, and he chuckled mockingly in my ear as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my back. Maksim wiped the gel on his hand onto my hip then grabbed the sleeve, easily sliding it onto my hard dick. I whimpered, distracted by the sensation of tightness, before I realized I was feeling something else.Wires?I could feel them brushing against my leg, and I tensed when he rested a box on my back.

“Maksim…”

“Did you figure it out, bitch? God, you're trying to strangle my cock… I can’t wait to see what you do when I turn it on.”

A fucking cock sleeve with electro shocks… Where the hell did he find shit like this? Why did it turn me on even more? I rocked back, fucking myself on him as he threaded a hand through my hair and started to fuck me viciously. The loud slapping of flesh against flesh filled the room, followed by my moans and pleas—for more, for mercy, to fucking come. I told him I’d do anything. The earlier teasing and the threat of the electro shock cock sleeve were enough to make me desperate to come.

His balls swung into mine, our hips slamming together, as he squeezed my hand. He easily kept a steady and brutal pace as he claimed me, silencing the anxiety that had been building up for what seemed like far too long.

“Maksim, fuck, please,” I keened just as a cell phone started to ring. I froze, but he kept fucking me as he leaned over and grabbed my vibrating cellphone. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Better keep quiet, brother, or they’ll hear you getting railed on your desk by your step-brother,” he threatened before answering the call.

I’m going to kill him.

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Maksim

Friday

God,he was pissed, but that just made me even more turned on.

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