He chuckles against me before he tugs on my hardened nipple with his teeth, making me hiss. “I’m also a pussy man. Yours.” His hands roughly rip at my dress, tearing it all the way down the middle. It falls, ruined on either side of me, baring me to him. Heat flares in his eyes as he looks over me. “No panties? You were flashing at the club, hellion?”
My blood burns from the proximity of his need. “I got changed for you. I might even have left my panties behind on floor of the car.”
He glides a finger from my neck all the way down my body to rest right between my legs. “Dirty girl, I should punish you. How should I punish you, darling?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply as he pushes my legs apart and dives in. Usually he starts gently, building me up to an orgasm, but tonight it’s like he needs me, can’t breathe without having his tongue inside.
“God… Matthias…” My hands fist in his hair, all my defenses incinerated in the onslaught on my pussy.
My calling his name makes him moan with approval. His moan rumbles through his body, then vibrates against my clit.
Rough hands pull my legs up around his shoulders as he devours me, plunders me with his mouth.
Pleasure tingles in the base of my spine, climbing to an orgasm that threatens to break me.
But every time I’m close… oh, so close, he pulls back and runs his tongue along my inner thighs.
The anticipation is agonizing.
Over and over, he leads me to the edge, then yanks it away.
“You’re a fucking mess, darling,” he growls against my inner thigh, teeth grazing a line along my skin. “Look at you, dripping all over my couch. Your wetness running down my arms.”
There’s nothing to do but beg. “Please…”
“I can’t hear you. Please what, darling?”
“Please… ohhhh…” A moan shatters through me as his lips drop around my clit. But again, as soon as I’m about to fall, he pulls off me, leaning back as he collects my wetness on his face and licks it off his fingers. “Please… let me come. Please…”
He grins. I can feel his mouth curl against me.
Then, without a word, he lowers my legs, then gets up and walks over to the edge of his desk, leaning against it with his arms folded. My hands come down over my midsection, trying to cover up from his intense gaze.
“Don’t fucking move or I’ll make sure you don’t come for a month,” he threatens.
My hands freeze on the flat of my stomach.
He doesn’t say another word, just stares at me, eyes raking up and down over my body.
After a minute of lying there, I wriggle, trying to slide back up on the couch. It elicits another growl from him. “I said, don’t fucking move. I’m going to have to teach you how to listen, aren’t I?”
A shiver scatters through every muscle so strongly, I’m sure he must see my move body move. I want to do everything he wants but something in his eyes tells me… he wants a fight.
“I can listen just fine,” I say. “Maybe there’s something wrong with your delivery.”
He rewards me with a smirk. The same smirk that used to piss me off so much, and now I can’t get enough of. “Little brat. So then get on fours, ass facing me.”
The argument tickles on the end of my tongue, and I’m not sure how far I should push him, but the glint in his eye makes the decisions for me. “Why don’t you make me?”
His tongue digs into the side of his cheek, his thumb rubbing unconsciously over the back of his other hand. The same thumb that just tortured me to within two breaths of an orgasm. He fucking owes me. “Get. On. All. Fours.”
I slide my body up the couch, pressing my legs together, depriving Matthias of seeing me bared for him. If he wants me, he’s doing to have to work for me. “I said, make me. Or are you scared you can’t?”
Suddenly he’s there, spinning me around and practically throwing me onto the floor. I’m just a rag doll in his arms, and the level to which I trust him makes my clit throb. Roughly, he nudges my knees wide apart, the air cool on my dripping pussy.
He steps back, breathing hard, footsteps echoing in the quiet room. “Art, darling, you’re a fucking piece of art.”
Then, without a word, his palm slaps down on the flesh of ass. I cry out, both out of surprise more than the pain. It stings, but nothing unbearable. But the second one isn’t as gentle; my ass is primed for his hand and it comes down harder.
“Are you going to listen to me now? Or do you need to be punished more, hellion?” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before his hand stings my ass again. I’m dying to reach around to touch my skin to see how hot it feels. The heat warms every inch of my body, leaving me hot and tender.
His fingers shove inside me again, pumping in and out as he grabs handfuls of the tender skin of my ass. I scream from the sensations flooding me.
“So fucking drenched. This cunt was made to have my cock in it, wasn’t it, darling? You can’t wait for my cock to ruin you,” he growls, dark and promising into my ear, before he drags a tongue down my neck.
“Please… god, Matthias… please… I need to come.”
“Not yet, darling. Not yet.”
He pulls his hand out and reaches forward to cram it into my mouth. I lick it up like I’m parched and he’s an oasis in the desert.
Suddenly he’s gone; when I look over my shoulder, he’s back at his desk, pulling his cock out, fist stroking the tip.
“Come here, my little darling.”
I start to get off my knees but he stops me. “No. Not on your feet. On your knees. Crawl to my cock, darling. Show me what a cock hungry little slut you are.”
I spin, not losing a second as I brace on my hands and shuffle forward, my arousal dripping all the way down my legs.
“Good girl. Look how hard you make me.”
He strokes his cock in time with my movements, and every second imprints itself on my brain. I’m nothing but a collection of cells vibrating at the frequency of pure lust, and I could combust at any moment.