Blaine
“Azira,” I bark her name.
She stops and walks toward the door. “Yes, sir?” Her voice infused with false innocence.
“Come here.”
Her eyes light up as she walks into my office and shuts the door behind her. “How can I help you, sir?”
“On your hands and knees,” I order.
Within seconds, she’s down on her hands and knees as instructed, gazing at me for the next order like a good, obedient pet.
I roll my chair from under my desk and position myself in front of her. “Crawl to me.”
She does as she’s told, holding my gaze with such sexy confidence.
“And don’t stop until I say.”
I let her crawl all the way between my thighs until her face is pressed against my crotch. “Stop.”
She licks her lips, drawing my eyes to them.
I grab her chin between my finger and my thumb and angle it up to me. “Tell me what you want.”
“Everything.”
I tighten my grasp. “Be specific.”
Her cheeks redden, but she does as she’s told. “I want to suck your cock.”
My erection becomes increasingly uncomfortable hearing her say that. “Is that all?”
She shakes her head. “I want you to fuck my throat, and then my pussy.”
“Go on,” I urge.
“I want you to hurt me while you do. However you want. And then I want you to fill me with your cum.”
I tilt my head. “So fucking greedy. Take out my cock, malishka.”
She reaches for the zip and eagerly releases my dick, waiting for me to give my next order. It’s so refreshing how submissive she is, never making a move without my say so.
“Suck it.”
She wraps her fingers around the base of my shaft and then closes her pouty lips around me, sucking on it eagerly.
I love the way she acts ravenous for me; it feeds the beast that wants to break free. My heart hammers frantically as something I’ve wanted to try with her claws at my insides, goading me.
The voice in my head urging me to do it and see how much she enjoys living on the edge.
I let her work my cock in and out of her pretty little mouth for a bit, before grabbing her hair and fucking her throat the way she longs for.
Once I’m satisfied and almost on the edge of an explosion, I force her to a stop, yanking her mouth off of me.
“I want to play a game.”
Her eyebrows arch. “What kind of game?”
“A thrilling one. Go and lie on my desk with your legs spread for me.”
She licks her lips and then gets onto my desk, lying on her back.
I groan when I see she’s not wearing any panties. “My dirty little slut, walking past my office with no panties, so sure I’d call you in here.”
She smirks at me. “It makes it easier, doesn’t it?”
I growl and reach into my desk drawer, pulling out a gun. It may be questionable having a gun in my office when I’m a professor, but you can never be too careful when you are teaching the offspring of mobsters.
Oak is aware I have one and most of the staff also have guns stowed somewhere, just in case.
Her brow furrows when she sees it, pushing up onto her elbows. “What’s that for?”
I show her it’s loaded silently and then put the safety off, rubbing the muzzle through her soaking wet cunt.
“Sir?” she asks, her voice shaking.
“I’m going to fuck you with it.”
She shudders, her eyes dilating with fear. “But, what if-”
“I won’t kill you, Azira.”
She wets her lips, shaking in a way I’ve not yet witnessed before. “You may not on purpose, but what if-”
“Stop thinking, malishka.” I thrust the barrel of the gun into her and she cries out, eyes clamping shut as if she expects it to go off the moment it’s inside of her. “Just feel. It’s fun to live life on the edge.”
The fear at the moment is overruling her pleasure, and the sick sadistic side of me enjoys seeing her squirm. I watch the way her eyes dilate so much there’s almost no brown left visible and her chest rises and falls in ragged, frantic breaths.
I reach up with my other hand and grab her wrist, finding her pulse racing beneath my thumb. Her fear only fuels my sickness as I fuck her harder. Even if she’s scared, her pussy is soaking wet, the gun making a wet sound with each thrust.
My cock is so hard it’s dripping on to the desk as I loom over her. I’ve always enjoyed being the source of someone’s fear as much as I enjoy inflicting pain.
I thrust my gun in and out of her harder and faster, knowing that one wrong move could spell disaster.
The thrill tightens my balls as I watch her fear dissolve and the pleasure takes over.