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Sassy won.
"Fuck you."
"Oh Kayla, honey, you have it all wrong. You're the only one who is gonna get fucked around here."
Chapter 5
Kayla
Kayla's heart was racing. Why the hell was she picking a fight with the devil?
Hadn't she learned first-hand that Randy Ortiz wasn't the kind of man that took kindly to being challenged? The misogynistic adult entertainment industry was full of egocentric assholes, but her new agent was in a class all his own. She'd never had someone take her in hand like he just had and she didn't know what to make of it. The fact that she'd had the most glorious orgasms in her recent memory at his hands was freaking her out. She wanted to get the hell out of the office so she could think.
She turned again to grab the doorknob, but he was on her before she could escape. He slammed the door closed as he crushed his muscular body against her back, pressing her hard into the unforgiving wood of the door, ensuring she wouldn't be able to leave until he allowed it.
"Let me out of here, you asshole."
His lips whispered gently against the shell of her left ear sending shivers through her body. His tone was soft, but his words were harsh. "Seems you are in need of another lesson. You need to know this about me, Kayla. I was an MMA champion for years. I have incredible stamina and most importantly, I'm the strictest of trainers. I'd get your head wrapped around that quick if I were you. You will play by my rules. The only question is how many painful and humiliating sessions will it take to get through to you?"
Kayla's breath came in short gasps at his threats. She wasn't prepared for Randy's hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees hard. She was thankful for the carpet that helped cushion her crash to the floor. He was so strong as he wrangled her to face him. Even though she fought to push away from his body, she was no match for his strength. He didn't even use two hands to subdue her. Instead, he used his right hand to unzip his pants and pull his already semi-hard cock from his pants again.
Before she knew what was going to happen next, his hand was tangled in her hair, pulling her forward. His penis was shoved into her face. She could smell the remnants of herself just before he mashed his package against her flesh. She pushed against his thighs with both her hands, attempting to escape, but he wouldn't let her budge. She refused to open her mouth to take him inside, yet he continued to hold her tight with both hands on her head like a vice grip.
"I can wait you out, Kayla. You will learn this isn't about the sex. It's about following directions. It's about you taking my direction and showing me the respect I deserve. Most importantly, it's about learning to be a good little porn star who can show up, do as you're told, and make me proud."
She couldn't answer him. His dick would be at the back of her throat the second she opened her mouth to speak. They were locked in a tight embrace, her on her knees, lips pressed against his growing tool. Things got worse when he was successful at pressing her against him so hard that her ability to breathe through her nose was cut off. She scratched at his legs, but his pants protected him from her digging nails. When she started to see spots, she knew she was going to run out of air. She used the only weapon at her disposal... her mouth.
She opened wide, letting him slip his flesh between her lips. He was at the back of her throat on his first thrust. She had managed to gasp in some air, but once again, her airflow was being cut off, this time by his expanding shaft.
She had just started to bite down when he pulled out completely, moving both hands around her neck to hold her immobile. He leaned over her, angling her head back, their faces inches apart. He looked so fucking smug, and ruggedly handsome. She hated the growing throb between her legs his dominance produced.
"Don't think for a minute I don't know what you are thinking. Let me warn you that should a single tooth connect with my cock at any time during your next training session, you will be spending the next twenty-four hours in this office regretting your life choices. Is that clear?"
His thumb tenderly caressing her chin as his hands constricted her throat was in direct conflict with his harsh words. Their eyes were locked and she felt her body bending to his will. He prompted her again. "I asked you a question, Kayla. The correct answer is yes, sir."
She finally croaked out her "Yes, sir."
"Good girl. Time for your next lesson." He slipped his hardening cock back in her mouth, choking her. He set a steady pace as he held onto her now messy ponytail, using it as a handle to control the blowjob action.
Kayla considered herself a BJ pro, so it was more than a bit disconcerting that he had her gagging with each thrust. Within minutes her exertion had tears flooding her eyes and streaming down her cheeks as he used her mouth for his pleasure. Despite herself, her body was responding to his dominance in a way that panicked her. When she tried to push him away again, he gave her more directions.
"Hands behind your back, baby. Don't touch me again until I finish. You need to learn to hand over control. When you are in this office, I am your master. When you are on a set, the director is your master. You will do as you are told or you will be punished. Is that understood?"
Her heart lurched. Her brain shouted at her to hate him, but as their eyes locked during this intensely intimate act, she felt tethered to the dominant man in a foreign way that felt much deeper than mere sex. In that moment, he was her master and surprisingly, she felt connected to him in a way she rarely achieved with men.
He removed his dick long enough for her to inhale a ragged breath and whisper a short "Yes, sir" before her mouth was filled again. She could taste herself on his manhood.
The face-fucking went on until her jaw ached. As if he could read her, he would stop to let her breathe when her lungs began to burn. Each time he removed himself from her mouth, more snot and phlegm spilled down her chin until she felt the wetness dripping down to her chest. After one particularly deep thrust it took all of her effort to stop from throwing up. Her gagging went on while his lecture continued.
"I hope you're learning, Kayla. I am going to get my way. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be on you. Now be sure to get my cock nice and juicy since I'm going to be training your ass next. It's going to go a lot easier on you if you submit like a good girl and say you're sorry. Are you sorry, Kayla?"
Once again he pulled out long enough for her to gasp and utter a hushed, "Yes, sir."
Kayla wasn't sure how it had happened, but there on her knees, she found herself turning her body over to the man who had dared call himself her master. Later, she hoped to rally her anger again, but for now her body and mind had been whipped into submission by the authoritative man using her throat for his pleasure.
When she risked another glance up at him, the intense look of domination on his face heeled her. A foreign feeling of complete submission to the moment invaded, producing a strange peace she didn't have time to evaluate.
She wasn't ready for him to yank his cock away from her. He pulled her up, taking time to steady her. His eyes never left hers as he silently bent her to his will. Kayla warmed at the small smile that played on his lips.
