He laughs darkly at my attempt. “Get it down there.”
I try again, slower this time, angling my head back so his cock can slide down, mimicking how he’s positioned my head in the past when deep throating me.
I still fail to get his tip to pass the top of my throat. After an embarrassing third and fourth attempt, I sit back on my heels, wiping away my tears and looking up at him from under my lashes. “I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” he replies, completely unsympathetic to my plight.
“Can’t, sir. I tried.”
He takes his cock firmly in his own fist. “Well, consider that part of the interview failed.”
My mouth drops open as I gasp. Ben catches the back of my head with his other hand and drives himself into my gaping mouth. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Straight fucking down.
I only get a second to marvel at how powerful he is, easily accomplishing the task I failed. After that first second, my mind becomes otherwise occupied with survival instincts.
He pulls out just enough for me to gasp in a large breath before penetrating my throat once more. Once inside, he stays there, pumping deep into my body as my reflexes try to swallow repeatedly to dislodge the intrusion.
“Fucking hell that feels good.”
His words are a balm, and I rise up a bit on my knees to take him deeper.
“That’s right, take it.”
I can’t see through the ocean of tears, but I imagine him up there, eyes rolled back, lip clasped in his teeth, watching me like the sex goddess that I am.
He’s pumping faster, giving me less and less opportunity to breathe. I can tell he’s close, so I reach up to grasp his balls just like he showed me.
“Damn it, girl. Are you trying to make me come?”
The way he’s fucking me right now tells me I’m not the only one with that end in mind. I brace myself, preparing to take him, when all of a sudden he pulls out.
“Goddamn, that was close.” He releases my head and takes a step back, leaving me bowed and heaving on the floor in front of him. “You know as soon as I come, the interview’s over. You wouldn’t want to end yours on a failure, would you?”
“I…” I swallow a dozen more times, still trying to catch my breath and calm my nervous system back down. When I can finally manage, I peek up at him. “I don’t think that was a failure. You seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.”
Ben laughs again in the evil way he’s been doing since this game started. “The order was to choke yourself. It doesn’t count if I do it for you. Get up and get your hands on the desk over there. Get your skirt up, too.”
I struggle to my feet and make my way over to the desk. Using both hands, I pull my skirt up around my waist, exposing my garters and bare ass.
Ben lets out a low, objectifying whistle. “She showed up at her interview wearing garters and no panties. I knew from your resume you would be one to meet with personally, but I really had no idea, did I?”
“I just wanted to please you, sir.”
“What will please me is if I walk over there and find a tight, wet pussy waiting for me. Is that what I’m going to find, Victoria?”
“Yes, sir.”
In fact, I think I might be dripping down my thighs as we speak.
I’m facing the window, so I don’t see the smack coming before it lands on my ass. I cry out, mostly in surprise, and turn to look at him. “Have I been bad, sir?”
He smacks me again and I stifle a gasp, burying my face in my arms on the desk. Next thing I know, Ben’s lifting my head up by my hair, his face tucked down next to mine. “Good or bad, it doesn’t matter. I don’t need a reason to punish you. Once you’re my employee, I can do anything I want to you anytime. Got it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?” he growls, still holding my head tightly by my hair.