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It was savage. I struggled against him, but he held me still. His fist in my hair tightened and my scalp radiated with pain. I thought he was going to rip my hair from my head.
Instead of fighting, I tried to open my throat for him. I did my best to ignore my gag reflex, instead allowing his length to press down my throat. He must have sensed that I was trying to please him, because his movements became less rough, his grip only slightly less tight. The way he pulled my hair forced me to focus and to open myself to his dominance. When I did that, I found myself beginning to enjoy myself. I wanted more of it.
Kneeling before him, I pressed my thighs together. Even though I felt his cum dripping down my legs, I knew my own arousal was there too. I was so wet. I felt like I had orgasmed a thousand times, but still I wanted more.
Sucking his cock was turning me on.
Fuck. I must be going crazy.
My nipples pebbled in the chilly air and my legs trembled. I was getting so hot. Markos began to pick up his pace once more and I struggled to take his length down my throat. I gagged, and I struggled to breathe, but still I opened for him.
I should be fighting him, but in that moment, he was consuming me entirely.
He sighed heartily, and I felt his thigh tremble under my hand. Using my fingers, I stroked the base of his cock, using my mouth to pleasure the tip and he groaned. His hips slammed forward once, then twice and then his hot seed burst into my throat, flaming hot and just as delicious as before.
I writhed beneath him, struggling to take it all, but he made me. Forced me to swallow every last drop. And I did.
I cleansed him with my mouth, ensuring that nothing was left behind. When I was done, I sat back on my heels, whimpering slightly when my welted, punished ass pressed against my feet, reminding me that not so long ago, Markos had whipped me with his belt. I licked my lips, feeling my pussy tighten at the thought.
I sighed, my exhaustion building as every second went by.
“We’re not done, Kassandra,” he said.
I blinked. I couldn’t possibly take anything more.
“No,” I breathed.
“That’s not how you address your master, little warrior,” he chided. “I thought we’d gotten past this.”
“What more do you want from me?” I asked, awash in disbelief.
“You’re going to beg me to take that sweet, virgin ass of yours. You’re going to beg me to fuck you hard in that tight little hole and then you’re going to scream my name when you come,” he demanded.
I stared at him.
He couldn’t be serious. There was no way in hell he was going to fuck my ass. Even the thought of him taking me in such a filthy manner was shameful. I bit my lip and shook my head, still tasting the evidence of his seed on my tongue. I could handle him fucking my throat, or my pussy, but the thought of him claiming my asshole was just more than I could handle.
“Please… Please take my pussy instead…” I pleaded.
His expression darkened dangerously. He reached down and grabbed my upper arm roughly, forcing me to my feet. He never let go of me as he marched me over to his desk. His grip hurt, but I knew better than to complain.
He thrust all the papers aside with one arm and shoved me down, face first on his desk. I trembled, frantic both with pleasure and fear.
“You protest, but as my cum drips down your thighs, I can see how your tight little cunt squeezes when I threaten to fuck your ass. You want it, and you’re going to beg me for it,” he scolded, and I whimpered.
“Don’t! Please, Markos, I’ll do anything,” I whispered.
His hand drifted across my ass.
“I’ve whipped you with my belt, to teach you that I am your master and you no longer have the right to question me. I’ve fucked your sweet cunt, made you orgasm more times than you can count and still, you think you can deny me what your body knows you need. You were made to kneel before me, Kassandra, and I will have you any way I like,” he said.
I whimpered before him.
His palm patted my ass.
“Maybe you need a firmer, more personal touch then, hmm?” he murmured.
He massaged my punished backside, over and over until I began to relax. His touch was soft, gentle, but entirely deceitful. It was as though he was teasing me, but I knew better. He was planning something, only I didn’t know what.
