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He bit back a groan as she thrust her pelvis into the hard line of his cock trapped behind his fly.
“What a naughty minx you are. First you storm in here and speak to me disrespectfully and now you think to take what has yet to be offered.”
“I-I can’t help it, M-Master. The pictures upset me.” She felt her resolve weakening.
“Being upset is not an acceptable reason for rude or insolent behavior.”
She moaned as his lips pressed against hers, feeling his strong, warm hand rucking her skirt up, exposing her sex to the cool air conditioning of his office. She gasped into his mouth as he lifted her off her feet and loomed over her. Emerson’s heart raced with excitement as he pulled her closer, his body grinding against hers.
“Tonight, I will administer your discipline, but right now I mean to destroy my pussy,” he growled in that sexy, low voice that sent shivers down her spine.
“Your pussy?” she quipped.
He cupped her mound and squeezed hard enough to be just this side of painful. She inhaled sharply as she heard him unzip his pants, letting the heat of his cock rise up between her legs as he rubbed it slowly back and forth. Emerson didn’t have time to think—only gasp as he pulled her down so that she was impaled on his cock as he thrust up, filling her completely. It felt so good to be taken like this—rough and demanding with no permission asked. Viktor was a brute, and she was turned on. The intrusion was such a relief to the turmoil she’d been feeling.
“Wrap your legs around me, dushka.”
Without thinking, Emerson did as he asked. His hips pounded against hers as their tongues danced together again in a passionate kiss. His free hand pushed up under her sweater and bra, squeezing one of her breasts, making her hiss into his mouth. His fingers traced circles around her nipple before rolling it between his fingers and giving it a sharp tug as shivers of delight surged through her entire body. The door rattled on its hinges with each of his thrusts; but Viktor didn’t let up.
Just as Emerson was about to come, he paused and pulled out, setting her on her feet and causing her to cry out in protest. He flipped her around and swatted her ass. Emerson rested her forehead on the door, using her forearms to balance as he grasped her hips and dragged her ass backwards. Two more stinging swats landed—a welcome pain that quickly gave way to pleasure before he spread her cheeks and shoved his cock back in her wet pussy.
“There will come a time in the not-too-distant future that I take your ass for my pleasure.”
He pulled out a second time, teasing her by running the head of his cock from her clit up to her dark rosette and back again.
"Oh god," Emerson moaned as Viktor slammed back into her, the sudden powerful surge hitting the right spot and making way for a wave of pleasure as he filled her up once more.
Emerson groaned softly as he pressed her against the door and allowed his hands to roam over her body as he held her pinned between the hard planes of his body and the solid door, tweaking and pinching her nipples in turn. As he began to thrust in and out—deep, long, hard—the sound of skin slapping against skin filled his office as his pace accelerated, faster and faster, just bordering on violent with each powerful stroke. Emerson felt as if she was being claimed by some primal force of a man, marking her as his own as surely as his collar did. Some feral part of her responded to his treatment in a way that drove her wild with desire.
His arm wrapped around her holding her in place as his fingers traced circular patterns on her belly, leaving goosebumps in their wake as she arched her back to take him deeper. His hand slid down, cupping her mound and finding her clit, circling it before pressing down, causing Emerson to jolt. Viktor’s hot breath against her neck made her tremble and shiver with anticipation for what was to come.
“So wet,” he whispered. “So tight. So very naughty. But you will learn.”
She was so lost in the moment. All that seemed to matter was pleasing him—accepting the pleasure he could wring from her body. She’d been drunk before, but never drugged. Having Viktor fuck her—for she had no doubt he was the one who did the fucking, and she was the one who got fucked—was intoxicating and far more potent than any combination of drugs and alcohol. She wondered if they had a twelve-step program for recovering submissives, and then realized she was beyond help.
His hips pumped against hers as he pounded into her. Time and time again he let her get close to the edge before pulling back and not allowing her to fly free.
“You don’t come until I tell you that you can. Disobedience will earn you a weekend of being tied up and edged for hours and hours. I will force you to gag on my cock while I face fuck you and send my cum into your belly, and you will get nothing in return.”
Over and over, he took her to the brink before backing off and leaving her wanting and whining in protest. Emerson had never thought it would be so addictive and amazing to be taken so roughly and thoroughly.
Finally, he thrust deep and hard, “Come for me, malenkaya. Cry out for me so they can hear you in the foyer.”
As much as she would have liked to remain quiet, Emerson found she didn’t have the capacity to do so. His words made her body shatter into a million pieces as she screamed out his name as her orgasm rocked through her, her pussy clenching around him like a vice grip as he found his own release, streaming a torrent of cum into her. Emerson collapsed against the hard door, panting and spent with nothing resolved.
CHAPTER 11
EMERSON
He allowed her skirt to fall back into place before lifting her off the ground and going to sit in the wingback chair in front of the fireplace. Once they were settled, he pulled her sweater up out of the way and puddled her skirt up around her waist. She started to put both of them and her bra back in place, but a simple growl stayed her hand.
"I’m not going to let you control me like this, Viktor. I deserve to know what's going on."
His eyes blazed with intensity. "I will always be in control, which is how you want it to be. I will tell you what I feel you need to know to ensure you remain safe. You will have to trust me."
"Trust you?" she snorted. "How can I trust you when I think you're hiding things from me?"
Viktor's jaw clenched. "This is not just about you, Emerson. There are things at play here you don't understand."
