NERTHUS
After driving back to his penthouse, he is silent to an alarming extent.
As the elevator opens, he steers me in the opposite direction from his bedroom. Stepping into the room with the big table that Helga mentioned, I feel my heart drop to my stomach.
I should really be more careful about what I wish for.
The table looks more like a meeting desk than a dinner table. And I’m more convinced than ever that he isn’t the type who has any friends.
As if he would converse with all his friends at a big dinner party. The only thing he would do is sit at the head of the table, making everyone else sitting around this table shit their pants.
“Strip.”
His command has me turning around, and I think about what Helga told me and act quickly. Pulling down my panties, I go to stand at the side of the table, holding up my skirt for him.
He steps closer, positioning himself behind me and scoops my hair to the side.
“Perfect.” He says lowly and I look over my shoulder.
“Do you think you can go through it without complimenting me, honey?”
He smirks, stepping closer, and I hear him opening his pants. My insides are already giddy with excitement as he gets even closer, making me feel his hard-on. As he rubs himself onto my ass, he wraps his arm around me. Putting one of his fingers into my mouth, he pulls me back onto him, pressing his lips directly to my ear.
“Can you go through it without moaning?” His husky whisper hits my pulsating core full force while he increases the pressure on my tongue. I reckon there must be something very wrong with me as my already dripping wet pussy throbs in anticipation.
I nod slowly, closing my lips around his finger, sucking it lightly.
“Remember the rules, woman.” Tearing my eyes away from him, I lean forward. I spread my arms on the glass, stretching me to the middle of the table while I push back my ass. He takes up on the invitation gladly, gripping my hips, and I shift on my feet to stand wider.
My lungs risk imploding as he pounds into me, burying himself deeply. As he starts pulling back out slowly, only to slam back into me, I curse the fact that I agreed to go through all of this without moaning.
Normally, it was never a problem for me, as my moans were nearly a hundred percent staged. But as his dick stretches me pleasurably, I feel like I’m going to burst.
Biting my bottom lip until the extent that I fear that I’ll draw blood, I enjoy him fucking me roughly. It must be the fact that I have to keep quiet that risks getting me the fastest orgasm I ever had. This might be an entirely new experience for me and, apart from getting cunnilingus, I didn’t think this was actually possible.
“I- I… can’t…” I breathe out, failing to utter my plead to get it all out as he stops moving, pushing himself into me to the hilt. As he bends over me, he grabs my hair, yanking my back.
“See that chair over there?” He asks, his voice rumbling through me.
“If you fail, I’m going to tie you onto it.” I gulp as he leans closer, pressing his lips against my hot skin. “And you can watch me while I like your delicious pussy.”
Oh, God.
My throat seems to want to push out a moan on purpose. Clamping my lips shut, I feel him getting up again. As he untangles his fingers from my hair, he caresses my back, traveling down my spine until reaching my ass.
Such a tease.
“I don’t remember the girls saying that you were this touchy.”
He growls, pressing himself further into me while moving circularly, and I nearly lose the battle against the moan stuck in my throat.
Why do I have to provoke him?
Letting go of me entirely, he simply holds my hips up to thrust into me and restarts working me while increasing his pace. I slide my hand over the glass surface to bite into the back of my hand as I cum hard. I stay like this until he finished chasing his own release, cuming seemingly as hard as I did as he groans loudly while pressing into me. As soon as he came, I free my hand from my mouth and stay bend over the table. He usually stays a bit in me, always looking for a bit of extra contact, but this time, he just pulls out of me, discarding his condom swiftly.
“Get the fuck out of here.” He growls, making me flinch.
I get up hastily and pick up my panties from the floor just to find him already gone. Pulling my underwear on as fast as my wobbly legs allow me to, I sprint out of the room.
I can’t remember the last time I felt so worthless. Hurrying to the door, I push down the urge to look around.
To look for him.
Just get your shit together. What’s wrong with you?
As I reach the door and push down the handle to open it, I realize to my shock that it is locked.
Fuck.
Before my panic can hit me full force, I register his presence behind me. I gulp, closing my eyes as if bracing myself against an impact. But he doesn’t even touch me. He just lifts his arm and presses a key card to the door.
As I look up to the card, my heartbeat picks up painfully.
“You need this to get out.” He states coldly, his deep voice triggering goose bumps to raise on my skin. I hug and caress myself to get rid of them as he leans in to me.
“Where is yours?”
“I gave it back.” I say lowly, keeping my eyes glued to the card held by his arm above my head.
“Such a bad liar.” He whispers, stepping closer.
My breath hitches in my throat, as I feel the heat of his body seeping into my skin.
“Care to try again?”
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before I admit, “Your PA told me to give it to the night guard, but you kept me here until the morning. As I stepped out to the lobby there were so many people, no night guard and I couldn’t think straight, so…” He chuckles, nearing his lips to my ear.
“So?”
“I took it with me.” I gulp, wanting to turn around to him, before stopping me in the last moment. “I didn’t think that anybody would notice.”
“Where is it?”
“In my other purse.”
“Why?”
I lick my lips, shaking my head. “I- I was going out with Derek. I didn’t think I’d land here.”
He moves his other hand around me, touching my leg. I’m already enjoying the sizzling sensation he is leaving on my skin as he travels up my thigh, scooping my short skirt up and grabs the inside of my thigh, pulling me back into him.
“Learned your lesson?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip as he moves his hand further up.
“Prove it.”
As he squeezes my thigh, I lean back onto his shoulder, instinctively, having him turn his head to the side of mine.
“I hate you!”
I can feel his smirk against my skin as I sigh.
“Tell me anyway.”
I click my tongue, turning my head away from him.
“I’m yours. And I should know that I’d land here.” I breathe out heavily, hoping to hide how my insides are tingling at this.
He moves up to grab my pussy, making me gasp and my head snaps back to his.
“So, who the fuck is Francis?”
The mention of that name has my heart racing, wanting him to let me go. Clawing down on his arm, I try to get him off me.
“Let go of me!”
He intensifies his grip, fixating me against his strong frame. I mewl as he bites into my ear, making me cut my tantrum.
“Answer me!”
“He… He is my old pimp.” I breathe out, trying to shift to relieve some of the pressure on my core.
“Never heard of him.”
I push out a laugh, holding onto his forearm. “Yeah. Sure. As if you knew about such a thing.”
His deep chuckle vibrates through me, making my heart skip a beat. Pressing his lips against my ear, he lets his husky whisper invade my senses. “I know every pimp that works on my territory.”
Well… Damn.