DOMINANT BY MY BOSS

I was already close again

I slap her ass hard enough to leave a print, then grip both cheeks and start thrusting up into her from below—deep, punishing strokes that make her cry out with every impact. The table is forgotten. The room is forgotten. There is only the wet heat of her body and the way she clenches every time I bottom out.

When she comes the second time it is violent. Her whole body seizes, a broken scream tearing from her throat as her cunt milks me greedily. I don’t stop. I f**k her straight through it, holding her down so she has no choice but to take every brutal thrust while the orgasm keeps rolling through her.

Tears stream down her face. She is sobbing my title like a prayer and a curse at the same time.

I stand with her still impaled on my c**k and carry her to the nearest wall, pinning her there. One of her legs is hooked over my arm so I can drive even deeper. The new angle makes her eyes roll back.

“You’re going to take another one,” I tell her, voice dark and certain. “And this time you’re going to thank me for it.”

I f**k her harder, deeper, the sound of skin on skin echoing. My free hand finds her throat again, squeezing just enough to make her lightheaded and pliant. Her third orgasm hits like a wave she can’t escape—long, shaking, almost silent because she can barely breathe through it. When she finally drags in air, the first words out of her mouth are exactly what I demanded.

“Thank you, Master… thank you—”

Her nails raked down my back, sharp enough that I already knew I’d wear the marks tomorrow. Proof. I pinned her harder against the wall of the red room and f****d into her with long, relentless strokes. Lyla’s scream tore through the space every time I drove deep, the wet sound of my c**k sliding in and out of her filling the air between us.

It felt too good. Too perfect. I had never imagined ending up here—buried to the hilt inside her, watching her fall apart for me. My c**k throbbed, thick and aching, every thrust sending another pulse of heat through me.

“Yes, Master...fuck—oh god...ahhh”

Her voice broke on every moan. Music. Pure, filthy music.

I dropped my head and caught one tight pink n****e between my teeth, sucking hard. She screamed again, the sound vibrating against my mouth while her cunt clenched around me. The dual sensation ripped the last of my control away. I came hard, groaning against her skin, spilling deep inside her as her walls milked every drop.

“Fuck...fuck..taking me so deep, you little slut....”

I slapped her ass once, hard enough to make the flesh jiggle under my palm, then pulled out. She was still trembling when I lowered her to the carpet. I didn’t give her time to recover. I shoved her thighs open, settled between them, and sealed my mouth over her cunt.

I sucked hard greedy, messy tongue working her swollen c**t while my free hand found her breast and squeezed, pinching the n****e until she arched. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling, guiding, as she shook against my face. It didn’t take long. She came again with a broken cry, flooding my tongue. I kept licking, swallowing every drop, addicted to the taste of her. A drug I had no intention of quitting.

My c**k was already hard again, slick with her and with what I’d left inside her. I rose over her body, pinned both wrists above her head with one hand, and forced her legs even wider with my knees.

Then I slid back in.

We moaned at the same time—hers high and wrecked, mine low and rough. Her p***y gripped me like it never wanted to let go. My balls drew tight almost instantly.

I was already close again.

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