On Her Knees (4 page)

She
broke away, gasping, and digging her nails into his arms.

 
“What do you want to do to me, Sir?”

His
cock jerked. “You really want to know?”

She
nodded, pressing her breasts against his chest. He glanced down at took in her
generous cleavage rising over the hem of the dress’s collar.

“I
want to have you in my room, stripped naked, and your ass red from me spanking
it.”

She looked down, and he lifted her
chin up with his finger and thumb.

“Look at me.” When she was staring
right at him he finished. “I want to have you bound, submissive to my needs,
coming because I allowed it.”

She parted her lips but didn’t say
anything.

“The pain I want to give you would
make you get off so hard, baby. I know it.” He stroked her cheek with his
finger and looked at her mouth. “I want you in every way, Karina. I’m a
selfish, determined man, and I wouldn’t have stopped until I had you.” He
leaned forward another inch until he could feel and smell the warm, sweet scent
of her wine-laced breath along his mouth.

“Anything I do to you will bring
you just as much pleasure as it will bring me, Karina. I can fucking guarantee
it.” He tilted her head to the side, baring her throat, and having her at his
mercy.

“It’s hard for me to understand, to
believe that out of all the other women you could have you’d want me. I’m so
plain, and certainly not skinny.”

He made a low sound of warning, and
he saw her eyes widen.

“I don’t want you ever saying you
aren’t just as beautiful as any other woman.”

A beat of silence stretched between
them.

“You say that like it’s the truth,
but I’ve seen the women you have been with.” She glanced down. “I’m thicker,
plain, and tonight is probably the first night in my entire life I’ve ever
dressed like this. I’m so out of my element.”

She was wearing her glasses, and he
fucking loved them, loved the way she looked all around.

“There is something about you that
draws me in, Karina. There’s something that has this obsession inside of
me, that
makes me think about you constantly. I want to
possess you, own every inch of you.”

“You like getting what you want,”
she said without phrasing it like a question.

“I do, and I want you.” He slid his
hand over her cheek and to the back of her head. He breathed in her scent. “We
would be so fucking good together, Karina. Total opposites that mesh
perfectly.” He took his other hand and held her cheek, now cupping both sides
of her face. He wanted her looking right in his eyes when he said the next
part, because then she’d know pleasantries were done. “I want you at my
apartment, naked, on your knees, and sucking my cock before I fuck you.” He
took a step back, and held his hand out for her to take. “Will you go with me
and see where this leads?” He lifted an eyebrow, waiting to see what she’d do,
what she’d say. Would she take this chance, give herself to him, or would she
run? He’d chase her if he had to, because Viktor wasn’t going to let her walk
away.

Chapter Five

Karina had left the party with
Viktor, her employer, her nerves waging war inside of her. She wanted him, but
she was also afraid of these feelings. They were strong, consuming, and she
didn’t know how this would end. She wasn’t a virgin, but she also didn’t want
to be a notch in his bedpost.

Now she stood in his apartment, the
lavishness what she’d expected given his position in life. He removed his
jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch. The lights were on, but were
dimmed, making everything seem hazy and dream-like.

They stood across from each other,
only several feet apart, neither speaking, neither moving. Her heart was
beating fast and hard, her nerves right at the surface.

The arousal that she’d felt when
Viktor had touched her consumed every part of her. She still felt his hands on
her, felt the heat, the arousal … the control and power. The last thing he’d
said before they left was he wanted her naked in his room, and on her knees
sucking his cock. That’s all she had been thinking about on the limo ride to
his
place, all that
kept her from saying anything
else.

You’re
really doing this.

Karina was still so wet for him,
embarrassingly so.

“Come here, Karina,” he said and
held his hand out. She moved to him without fault, slipped her hand in his, and
he pulled her into the hardness of his body. He was so muscular, the tendons
and sinew so pronounced that she felt so feminine with him.

“You remember what I said I wanted
from you before we left?”

God,
yes.

Karina nodded.

Clenching her thighs together
because she was so wet it was almost uncomfortable, she closed her eyes and
just tried to focus.

“Are you ready to do that, Karina?
Are you ready to be mine?”

She nodded again.

He led them out of the living room,
down a hallway, and finally they were in his bedroom. It smelled like him:
woodsy, masculine, erotic. He let go of her hand and moved over to the edge of
the bed, but didn’t sit down. Instead he undid the button of his slacks, his
focus on her while he did it. He pulled the zipper down slowly, as if he wanted
to make it last.

“Come here.”

She did as he said, and when she
stood in front of him, only a foot separating them, he reached out and slipped
the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders. He then went to her side,
found the zipper and pulled that down. She clenched her arms to her sides,
holding the dress up, and feeling every part of her tense and shake.

“I want to see you. Let the dress
fall, Karina.” His voice was so hard, so controlled and commanding that she
found herself doing what he said instantly.

When the dress fell to the floor,
pooling around her feet, she couldn’t think, let alone breathe. She wore only a
pair of panties, and the chilled air moved along her exposed breasts. His focus
was on her chest, and when she glanced down she saw his straining erection.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Karina.”

And she believed him. By the tone
in his voice, his hard cock, and the way he looked at her, she knew he was
being genuine.

He removed his shirt and tossed it
aside, and then got rid of his pants. There he stood in nothing at all, his
cock huge, and making her mouth dry. For a few seconds all she could do was
stare at him. His skin had this golden hue, and his body was so defined she
didn’t think a man could be so muscular. He had no hair on his chest except for
the dark trail that started right below his navel and met with the trimmed
thatch of hair surrounding his monster dick.

“Take the panties off, Karina.”

She found herself doing just that,
and before she knew it she was standing there just as naked as he was.

Of course she had dreamed about
this moment, but she’d never admit that, not him, or even herself out loud.

He sat on the edge of the bed,
waiting for her. He was like steel between his thighs, thick and long, and the
drop of pre-cum at the tip told her exactly how worked up he was.

“I said come here, Karina.”

She moved toward him, her knees
feeling like they’d buckle.

“On your knees, baby.”

With slightly shaky legs she
lowered herself to the ground. Looking up at him, his cock between them, the
tip becoming more covered with pre-cum, she knew this man would forever change
something in her.

For a second all he did was look at
her face, but then as the time ticked by he lowered his gaze to her breasts.
Her nipples were so hard, but they felt like they got even harder the longer he
stared at her. He reached out and smoothed his hands over her chest, and she
tried to control her breathing, the pleasure already mounting.

“How turned on are you, Karina?” he
asked in a low voice.

“Really turned on.”

“Is your cunt wet?”

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

He squeezed her breasts more
roughly, and a gasp left her. The discomfort was immediately replaced by this
pleasure that shocked her.

Viktor grinned, but it was a little
ruthless in appearance. “Tell me where you want my cock,” he said in this deep,
sandpapery growl.

She licked her lips and dug her
nails into the flesh of his thighs.

“In my pussy.”

He made this gruff noise. “Where
else?”

“In my mouth,” she said softer.

“Anywhere else, baby?”

A moment of silence stretched
between them. She still didn’t respond.

“How about in that nice, big ass of
yours?”

Her pulse raced at his words. “If
that’s where you’d like to fuck me.”
God,
where did that come from?

“You know exactly what to say to
have me nearly coming right now, Karina.” He removed his hands from her breasts,
but instead of letting her do what he wanted, he slipped his hand right between
her thighs. Viktor spread her pussy lips with his fingers, smearing her cream
around and having her dig her nails even further into his flesh. He continued
to run the pads of his fingers through her folds, not speaking, not even
showing emotion. She was already on the verge of coming, and holding still for
his ministrations was damn hard.

He pulled his fingers away, the
digits glossy with her arousal. Viktor brought them to his mouth, his eyes
locked on hers, and licked his fingers clean. Before she could even comprehend
anything he had her pulled close to him, had his lips latched onto hers, and
fucked her mouth like she knew he’d be doing to her pussy. She braced her hands
on the bed to steady herself, to take his erotic onslaught. She wanted more, so
much more that she was drowning in it.

The way he mouth-fucked her,
pushing his tongue between her lips, moving it along hers, and mixing her taste
with his, was enough to make her drunk. He groaned deeply, a sound so masculine
and arousing she felt a fresh gush of moisture leave her pussy.

“Suck my dick,” he said against her
mouth, pulling away and looking down at her.

Reaching out and running her
fingers along the straining length of his cock, she wrapped her hand around the
impressive girth. He was hot and hard, and the moment she wrapped her fingers
fully around him he grunted in pleasure.

“That’s it, Karina. Give it a nice
squeeze.”

She did as he said, adding pressure
and feeling his shaft jerk in her grip.

“You see how hard you make me?” His
eyes were half-lidded, his voice rough like sandpaper.

She nodded and licked her lips.

“I’m hard like this only for
you
, baby.”

Leaning forward, she parted her
lips, needing to have his dick in her mouth. He slid his hand along her cheek
and gripped her, forcing her to look at him.

“Suck. My. Dick.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his
demanding tone. She needed to stop thinking about this and just do it.

“I want your pretty pink lips
stretched wide around my dick, and I want you sucking on me until I come down
the back of your throat.” He slid his hand in her hair, wound the strands in
his fist, and yanked her forward until the tip of his cock brushed her bottom
lip. Karina parted her lips, and took the crown of him into her mouth without
any more hesitation. Instantly the salty flavor of his cum exploded on her
tongue. He was smooth yet hard like steel. A soft sound escaped her, a noise
she would have never been able to hold back even if she’d tried. Karina was too
worked up, too hot and wet for this man. The sooner she sucked him off, the
sooner he’d fuck her and put out this inferno inside of her.

“Yeah,” he grunted that lone word
out and tightened his hold on her hair. “Suck my fucking cock like you’re
greedy for my spunk.”

The longer she had his cock in her
mouth, the more she wanted to have him touching her, kissing her … fucking her.
She wanted his fingers holding onto her tight enough she had bruises in the
morning.
 
Karina was drunk on the
sensation he brought out in her, on the feelings she’d tried to push away for a
long time. She’d wanted him, but had also found herself strong enough to keep
them back, to do her job and not let them control her.

But she was losing this battle now,
and all it had taken was a party, a look from Viktor, and the dominance and
control that poured from him to surround her. She wanted to submit to him, to
do what he said, not because he deemed it so and she was scared, but because
she
wanted
to do it.

It turned her on just thinking
about being his in every way. She wanted to surrender to him, to let this man
that held so much power touch her, be with her in a way she’d never experienced
before.

Hollowing out her cheeks, Karina
tried to suck as much of him into her mouth as she could. But his cock was
huge, and every time the tip hit the back of her throat she couldn’t help the
slight gag reflex that kicked in. Her eyes watered, her pussy was wet, and the
gruff sounds coming from Viktor spurred her on.

She wrapped her fingers around the
base of his dick, and worked her hand up and down the length she couldn’t
reach. Her clit tingled, throbbed, and she wanted to reach down and touch
herself so badly. But instead she curled her nails into the bed and kept
sucking his dick. He tugged on her hair occasionally, the slight sting fueling
her arousal. She liked that bit of pain mixed with her pleasure, and wanted
more of it.

Picking up her speed because she
wanted him to come, to shoot his load right down her throat, Karina renewed her
efforts and curled her fingers around the base of his shaft harder. He hissed,
and she moaned at the fact she’d gotten under his skin, so to speak. He was
always in control, but right now she held power. The feel of him under her
tongue, smooth, hot, and hard, had her clenching her thighs together even more,
trying to give some relief to her pussy and clit. She wanted to come, too, but
she wanted his cock inside of her when she did. Her mind and body were on the
same wavelength, though. Both wanted to give into this man until nothing else
mattered.

And she would have that power over
him, because no matter how strong Viktor was, it was clear even the strongest
fell.