Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

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This was happening.

This was actually about to really fucking happen.

For a moment, I didn’t move, glancing up at him to make sure I’d heard him right. As I met his eyes, he released my neck and stepped back, and the distance felt cold without him there. My body was still buzzing, electric, like he had awakened something inside of me. Something that couldn’t be put back to sleep.

I wanted to close the distance, to feel the warmth of him again, to lose myself in whatever this was.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, Aleksei’s expression shifted, something dark and unmistakable flickering in his eyes, like he’d finally made up his mind. Before I could catch my breath, he stepped forward, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my skin, soft and deliberate. His eyes met mine, and I felt the world narrowing down to just the two of us.

And then he kissed me.

The warmth of his lips pressed against mine, firm yet achingly gentle, stealing the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. His fingers traced the line of my jaw, holding me steady as he deepened the kiss, his control slipping just enough for me to feel the intensity he’d been holding back. My hands reached up instinctively, grasping his shirt, pulling him closer as if he might slip away.

His body pressed against mine, anchoring me, grounding me, and I melted into the kiss, my mind silenced, my body responding with a need I couldn’t deny. He tasted like everything I’d tried to resist, and yet, in that moment, all I wanted was more. He tilted his head, his lips moving with a slow, practiced intensity that left me feeling utterly undone, my heart pounding with every second that ticked by.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against mine, I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his gaze filled with a dark satisfaction that sent a shiver down my spine. He didn’t say a word—he didn’t need to.

We both knew there was no going back now.

I swallowed hard, and then slowly, I got down on my knees. This wasn’t the first time I’d been in this position. Hell, I wasn’t a virgin. I wasn’t a stranger to sucking a man’s cock either. In fact, this felt perfectly natural, but a part of this felt different than any of the times before.

Like this was the first step in what would ultimately become my complete and utter surrender.

I should have fought, but when he placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my face toward his erection, I didn’t protest.

I didn’t want to.

I pressed my cheek against the fabric of his trousers, feeling his cock already straining beneath. I inhaled deeply, breathing in his scent, the mix of his cologne and the heat of his arousal, sending a heady thrill through me. Without thinking, I nuzzled closer, and a soft moan slipped from my lips, betraying just how much I needed this.

His grip on the back of my head tightened and I gasped. I felt his cock twitch in response.

“Take my cock out, baby girl,” he commanded, and my mouth went dry.

Slowly, I undid his belt and the buttons on his pants. The sound of the zipper coming undone was deafening, the moment suspended between us, as if time itself was holding its breath. I tugged the fabric down, my fingers brushing against the hardness of him, and a shudder ran through me. I glanced up, my eyes meeting his, and the desire I saw there stole the last of my resolve.

I needed this. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous about it.

I tried to give myself a pep talk, tried to tell myself that I wasn’t really as innocent as I was, that I was good at sucking cock, that I’d pleased the small number of men I’d done it to and that I would be good enough for him, that even though I wasn’t super experienced, I was going to give him the best head of his life.

Because that’s the kind of girl I was.

I took a challenge, and I would excel at it. This wouldn’t be any different.

But when his cock sprang free, my stomach flipped and my pussy clenched.

Jesus Christ.

He was massive .

His cock was thick, with a curve to the right, and the tip was leaking pre-cum already.

And he was pierced.

Not only was his cock large, but the tip was adorned with a Prince Albert piercing, a barbell with three balls instead of the usual one and I squeaked in surprise. It was a beautiful sight, but it was damn sure more than a little intimidating. My clit pulsed and another trickle of wetness slid out of me.

I wanted that cock.

In my hand.

In my mouth.

In my pussy.

In my… no… not there. Maybe… maybe yes there.

In every single way…

Aleksei must have noticed my reaction because the corners of his mouth lifted up in a smirk. With one hand, he cupped the back of my head and pulled me forward until the tip of his cock touched my lips.

A surge of heat coursed through my veins, and I opened my mouth, letting him slide his cock between my lips. I curled my tongue around his piercing and flicked my eyes up to meet his.

His jaw tightened, and his nostrils flared as he breathed in sharply, his control slipping just a little as he let out a soft groan. The sound sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I took him deeper, wanting to hear it again, wanting him to know how much I wanted him.

My fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and I felt him grow harder under my touch, his desire unmistakable. I leaned forward, taking him as deep as I dared before he hit the back of my throat. I wasn’t one of those girls that didn’t have a gag reflex. I needed to be careful.

Aleksei watched me with a predatory look in his eyes, his thumb tracing a lazy circle on the back of my head. He seemed to enjoy watching me, seeing the effect he had on me. His gaze never wavered, not even for a second.

It was maddening. And also somehow… completely intoxicating.

I bobbed up and down, his cock filling my mouth, and his hand moved to cup my cheek, his fingers tracing the shape of his cock through the skin. He held me there, the weight of him heavy on my tongue, and a moan escaped my lips.

Aleksei smiled, the look on his face unmistakable.

Triumphant.

I should have hated him for it, but the truth was, it made me wet.

So fucking wet.

My cheeks burned, and my clit throbbed. I drew in a breath through my nose as I swirled my tongue around his cock, teasing him with pleasure. He leaned his head back and groaned.

Encouraged, I sped up, bobbing faster, his cock slick with my spit.

It wasn’t long before his thighs started shaking, his breath quickening.

He was getting close.

The knowledge filled me with a mix of pride and arousal. I had brought him to this point, and the thought sent a thrill through me.

I was good at this. I had him on the edge of orgasm and a sense of power radiated through me at that realization.

But I didn’t want to let him come so quickly, not with how tortured I’d been all weekend, so I pulled back, slowed down the movements of my tongue, lessened the pressure of my lips surrounding him.

I wanted to best him and I would use my mouth to do it.

I kept going, alternating between teasing him with quick, light flicks of my tongue, and taking his cock as deep as I dared, swallowing around his girth.

A low growl escaped his lips, his jaw clenched, and his hand gripped the back of my head a bit harder, hard enough to cause a flash of pain to burn across my scalp.

“I don’t think you’ve done this much, but you’re awfully good at it, aren’t you, baby girl?”

My gaze flicked up to meet his as his fist held my hair in his hand, and he slowly shoved his cock deeper into my throat. I tried to push back against his thighs so that I could answer, but he didn’t allow me the privilege.

I wanted to tell him that I was the best at it. He didn’t let me.

Instead, he forced his cock down further, his hips bucking forward. He was being rough. Rougher than any other guy had ever been with me. It was almost as if he was using me to take his own pleasure.

And I fucking hated and loved it at the same time.

With his free hand, he grabbed the bottom of my chin and forced me to open my mouth a little wider.

“I can tell you’re holding back though. Be a good girl and swallow every last drop of my cum down that pretty little throat and I just might let you come for me after your spanking.”

Oh, fuck.

The sound of him saying those words made my pussy pulse and a new wave of desire coursed through me. A part of me wanted to obey, a very loud part, and I leaned forward a bit to show him I could be that.

Be his good girl…

But another part of me focused on the last part, the part that said he was going to spank me, and my pussy clenched down hard. And that made me angry. At least, it should have.

Would he really spank me for slapping him after all?

I should have been pissed, but I wasn’t.

Instead, my panties were soaked, and the only thing I could think of was him bending me over his knee, lifting up my skirt, pulling down my panties, and reddening my ass until I begged him for mercy.

It was so wrong, but fuck, I wanted it so badly.

No.

I couldn’t want that, right?

The thought made my nipples pebble, and a moan escaped my lips. Aleksei grunted at the vibration of my throat against his cock, his hips pushing forward as he buried his shaft deeper into me.

I wouldn’t think about it anymore. I’d just focus on his pierced cock and hopefully earning the fucking I so desperately needed.

What if I just sucked his cock so well that he forgot about giving me a spanking or whatever punishment he wanted to give me for slapping him across the face? What if I rocked his world so good that he pinned me up against the wall and fucked me so hard that I came all over his big hard cock?

That would mean I would have won.

I swallowed around his cock and dug my fingernails into his thighs.

My eyes watered, and I fought the urge to gag, knowing he wouldn’t pull back if I did. It was a power struggle between us, and the only way out was to surrender.

And that wasn’t something I was prepared to do.

At least, not yet.

I focused on his cock, his piercing, the taste of his pre-cum. I bobbed my head, taking him a bit deeper down my throat and showing him that I could please him. I edged him to the brink several times, making him groan and growl until he grasped my hair a bit tighter and thrust his hips into my mouth.

He was going to come soon.

And a part of me was proud. That I’d done that.

That his cock was hard for me.

That I was about to swallow my boss’s seed down my throat.

That I was winning.

My cheeks flushed, and a new wave of arousal coursed through me, pooling in my belly. My pussy ached, the desire for him unbearable, and I knew he could see it written all over my face.

Then his hand gripped my hair so tightly in his fist that I cried out and he started fucking my face. His hips rocked forward, thrusting his cock deeper and faster down my throat.

I choked, trying to gasp for air, but he didn’t relent. He continued using me, forcing his cock down my throat until tears formed in the corners of my eyes and started streaming down my face and still, he didn’t stop. It was too much, the intensity of it, the way he dominated me, the lack of air, and yet it wasn’t enough.

I wanted him to keep going. No. I needed him to.

My fingers grasped his thighs, and I moaned around his cock, the sounds muffled by his size. The soreness in my throat grew, his cock throbbing as his breathing grew more ragged.

His pace quickened, his thrusts harder, and the hand on the back of my head tightened, pushing me down further, his cock sliding deeper.

My throat constricted, my vision blurring, and for a split second, I wondered if he would just keep going, if he would simply let me pass out while he used my mouth to please himself.

He was so close. I could feel his cock pulse in the back of my throat, his body tensing.

But he didn’t stop.

I felt my own body react, my clit throbbing, the need for air and the lack of it making my head spin, everything narrowing down to the feeling of his cock in my throat and his hand grasping my hair.

Then, without warning, he came, his release flooding my mouth, the saltiness of his seed coating the back of my tongue and I swallowed greedily, desperate to please him.

My heart was pounding, the room spinning as he withdrew his cock from my throat. He released his grip on the back of my head and his eyes met mine, a flash of concern apparent within them.

“Breathe for Daddy,” he murmured, his voice low. “That’s a good girl. Such a very good girl.”

His praise filled me with a mix of warmth and something darker, the need to please him, the need to submit. I wanted him to praise me again, to tell me how good I was, and yet, the rebellious part of me, the part that always wanted to win, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

I wanted him to work for it.

To force me to surrender.

I wiped the tears from my face and looked up at him. He stared down at me, his gaze dark and intense, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

We locked eyes, and the tension hung in the air between us, unspoken. His hand reached out, and he brushed the hair away from my face. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence stretching out between us like a thread pulled taut.

Aleksei broke the silence first, his voice soft but firm, and when he spoke, the authority in his tone left no room for doubt.

“Daddy’s turn, baby girl.”