I drop down between his knees, undoing his belt.
“I don’t expect anything from you,” he says, his voice strained as I pull his cock from his pants. “Loving you has always been so easy, even when I should’ve hated you. Fuck if I didn’t try.”
I stroke his dick, feeling it swell even more than I imagined possible in my hand. I bring my lips to the tip, tasting his salty precum on my lips for the first time. Everything about him is so familiar, his taste, the smell of his spicy aftershave mixed with the feint aroma of his manly sweat. I’ve never been in this position with him before, but it feels like coming home.
As I take him in my mouth, he leans back in his chair, letting me have complete control.
“You’ve always been the most powerful woman in the world. You’ve always been the most beautiful woman in the world. Even with my dick in your mouth,” he moans, pulling my ponytail holder out of my hair and running his finger through my scalp. I don’t know if the chills running down my spine are from the words or his touch or from the fact that pleasing him like this might be the first time I’ve genuinely felt happiness in my adult life.
I feel closer to him than I ever have, and it’s not just because his cock is inside me.
He wraps my hair around his fist, tugging just a little bit. The warmth pools between my thighs as he begins moving my head back and forth, pushing himself further and further towards my throat, and tears well up in my eyes.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to take this pretty mouth?” he groans. “How long I’ve wanted to use every inch of your body?”
I reach for my nipples, desperate for some sort of release. I moan on his dick as I twist and turn them into hardened nubs.
“Does it turn you on, baby? Knowing that God put you on this earth to please me? That the reason why your ex husband couldn’t make you cum was because your pussy always belonged to me?”
He stares me in the eye as he holds my cock so dangerously deep in my mouth I feel like I’m losing air. I don’t even care. I want everything he has to offer. The pleasure. The pain. I want to give it all to him.
He pulls out and I choke and sputter, but before I can catch my breath he pulls me up off the floor, pushing his lips to mine. As his tongue swirls my mouth, his hands travel down my body, his electric touch covering my body in goosebumps.
He turns me around and presses me up against the desk, and the sound of the condom ripping open is like music to my ears.
“So wet for me,” he growls, tracing his fingers up and down my sex. I feel like I’m going to explode already, the pressure building inside me with a force I never met before. I don’t know if he climbed inside my mind or if he could see it on my face, but I’ve never been with a man who could make me climax before. Now I’m right on the edge and as he kisses the back of my neck, I know he’s purposely teasing and torturing me with his fingers. I thrust back towards him, trying to guide him to my clit, but he has his own agenda. “So eager. You have a lot to learn about patience, love.”
The tip of his cock presses up against me, and I let out a desperate cry.
“I’ll teach you,” he says, his voice rich with gravel. “You will learn whether you like it or not.”
His hands grip my breasts as he slowly presses his way inside my dripping pussy. I feel like I’m being ripped in half, the delicious pain of the pressure of my body stretching to accommodate him.
“You’re perfect,” he groans, taking his fingers and pressing them into my clit as he slowly thrusts in and out. “This cunt was made for me.”
He brings his fingers to my mouth, and I take them hungrily, tasting my desperation and sucking it all down.
“This mouth, too. Mine.”
His tongue flicks my ear as his calloused hand travels to my throat, his fingers dancing across my neck in a pitter patter before he squeezes it just lightly enough to cut off my breathing just a little bit. I thrust my ass back into him, wanting him to take me harder, hurt me more, destroy me and make me whole.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he says with a devious laugh that makes the hair on my arms stand up on end.
“I want it all,” I taunt. My voice comes out hoarse. It doesn’t even feel like my own. I am outside my body watching this man ravish me. I am outside my mind. If he wants to fuck me to death, I will die with a smile on my face. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Oh, you do, my love,” he whispers in my ear. “You make me feel so bad and you make me feel all better. You’re the disease and the cure, and I will spend my whole life poisoning myself on you just to make myself well.”
He grips my hips with hands rough enough to leave marks, his thrusts hard enough to pick my toes up off the floor every time he slams into me. When he strokes my clit with his thumb, my head goes back into his neck and my body goes limp.
“Cum for me,” he commands. “Give me what I want. I want to feel that sweet pussy explode.”
I close my eyes and lose control, sinking into the sweet sensation of falling off a cliff with him, everything on my body contracting and relaxing at once. I have to remind myself to breathe because I feel like I’m about to blackout.
He holds me firm on his cock as he finishes inside the condom, and presses a sweet kiss to my shoulder.
“Wow,” is all I can fathom as he turns me around and hugs me to his chest. Nothing about what just happened makes me feel cheap or dirty, bought and paid for, or just living out my obligations. It feels right. It feels good. It feels… meant to be. “Just, wow.”
His lips graze the top of my head. I want to live in this moment forever, and right now, it almost feels like that’s possible. He goes to the trash can to get rid of the condom and I lean up against the desk, not quite ready to put my clothes on. I want him to wrap his arms around me and hold me. I want him to promise me this is what forever would feel like.
The sound of squealing tires roar up the driveway, and he peeks out the window blinds and looks over at me with a disappointed frown on his face. “I gotta take care of something,” he says, swallowing hard.
Moment ruined.
I guess I got so wrapped up in the now, I forgot about who he is and what he does. This city never sleeps and criminals don’t care if it’s after six PM.
“Oh, misui, no,” he says, handing me my clothes when he notices the sadness on my face. “It’ll be quick, I promise. I’m not shoving you away. My work schedule is just…” He cocks his head and cracks his knuckles. “It’s not really a schedule at all. I’m kind of on call 24/7.”
“Like a doctor,” I say with a petty laugh.
He rolls his eyes at me and slaps my ass. “Go take a bubble bath and put on some comfy clothes. We’ll have dinner together later. I’m not done with you yet.”
Unfortunately neither am I.
Being here with him only reminds me that no matter how far away I move, how many men I marry, how hard I try to run… I’ll never be done with Serafin Mazur.
12
Mia:
“What the heck are these?” I’ve never seen a bouquet of roses so garish in my whole life. The vase alone crowds my desk, and it’s overflowing with roses of every color. It smells heavenly, but everyone in the office is staring at me like they’re in on some inside joke and I’m the butt of it. “Did a client send these for Jakub?”