Page 92 of Boardroom Mask

He bends me in half forward with one hand flat between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest toward the shelf until my cheek presses against cold metal. “I said,Louder,” he repeats. I can feel the thick head of him pressing against my entrance, but still not in where I need him so badly.

“Kir!”

He slides in to the hilt in one stroke.

He must’ve known how deranged of a sound I was about to emit, because just before it can explode out of me, Kir claps his hand over my mouth to muffle it. “Shhh,” he coos, his hips pulling back for the second stroke. “That’s it. That’s my girl.” He slams forward and I moan into his palm. “You rememberpatience? Because I remember. I remember every word you said.You don’t get to rush this part.Remember that one?”

I nod frantically against his hand.

I lose track of what’s happening, lost in the blur of it all. Long, dragging withdrawals followed by thrusts so deep I feel them at the base of my spine. Each one rattles the shelf. Bottles clink. Papery somethings brush my forearm, strips of hanging negatives swaying from a line strung overhead, ghosts of photographs that were never developed, images trapped in time while Kir Lazarev fucks me against the shelving unit they’re hanging from.

“Isn’t that what you said to me, little fox? While you were touching yourself? While you were soaking wet, spreading your legs for my camera?”

I whine behind his fingers.

“You wanted me to suffer.” His free hand grips my hip bone hard enough to bruise. “So now,yousuffer.”

He pulls almost all the way out and holds himself there, just the tip inside me, while I squirm and push back and make pathetic, muffled noises against his palm.

“Ask,” he orders.

I shake my head.

“Ask.”

I clench my teeth and refuse.

He waits. The stillness is agonizing. I can feel my pulse throbbing where we’re connected as I clench around nothing. Wetness, mywetness, is dripping down the inside of my thigh. A full-body tremble rolls through me. The shelf digs into my hip bones. My calves are screaming.

Ten seconds pass. Fifteen. An eternity.

I break first.

“Please!” I gasp against his hand. “Please, please,please?—”

He drives back in so hard the entire shelving unit jolts backward and smacks the wall with a metallic crash. Kir abandons the slow game entirely and is fucking me with everything he’s got, one hand still sealed over my mouth, the other gripping my waist, his hips snapping against my ass in a rhythm that leaves no room for thought.

Then his hand leaves my waist and I feel his fingertip, slick with my juices, drag between my cheeks and press against a place nobody has ever touched.

My whole body locks up, not in fear but in shock, a full-voltage jolt ofoh my Godthat whites out every rational thought I’ve ever had.

He doesn’t push in, though. It’s just the pad of his thumb, circling, testing, applying the barest pressure against that tight ring of muscle while he keeps driving into my pussy from behind. The dual sensation is so overwhelming that my knees buckle and he has to catch me around the middle to keep me upright.

“Okay?” he murmurs against the back of my neck.

I nod so fast I almost give myself whiplash. The belt is digging into my throat while Kir claims a new part of me, and I feel like “orgasm” no longer properly describes what’s about to happen to me. We need a new word for what’s coming. The old things just won’t do anymore.

He eases just the tip of his finger past the resistance, maybe half an inch, and something inside me detonates. I slam my hips back into him so hard he grunts, and then I’m grinding against him, chasing it, greedy, feral, completely beyond shame. I’m making crazy sounds and his hand over my mouth is the only barrier between me and the entire newsroom hearing exactly what’s happening in this darkroom.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Thereshe is. She’smine.And she knows it.”

With one finger in my ass, another dragging me onto the savage length of his cock, and his belt looped tight around my throat, there’s nothing about me that doesn’t belong to him. He’s got all of it, and as long as we’re in the dark, I’m happy to give it up. I feel lighter than air, untethered from everything that’s ever bothered me.

I’m free in the dark.

I’mmein the dark.

“You want to cum?” Kir murmurs, and the sudden tenderness in his voice after all this brutality nearly undoes me more than the rest of it combined.