6. Tantrum
473 Words
He was furious. Furious beyond words. In a fit of rage, he had destroyed his office, breaking priceless works of art, seeing all red.
How dared she? How dared she?
She had a big mouth. Bigger than anyone he had ever found. A pity she wasn’t good enough to put her mouth to other uses, it would at least be more pleasurable.
A soft knock on the door made him growl.
“Not now!”
He continued to pace; his mind as restless as his hands. Passing restlessly in his office, he was a living image of impatient fury.
Years ago, her mouth had thrown him into a living hell. Maybe it was time to do the same to her. Make her taste a bit of her own medicine.
He opened the door of the office. The maid was around somewhere, she had just knocked. And he really needed to blow off some steam. He had dismissed her a few minutes ago, so she couldn’t be very far.
Found her by the end of the corridor, ready to leave the house.
“Finished for today?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
His smile was mischievous and her lips quivered. He caressed her face with his finger, and when she indeed smiled, he put her on her knees. She had a lustful glaze in her heavily lidded eyes, one that they both knew too well.
He shoved himself inside her, ignoring her gagging sounds. He couldn’t care less about her. In his mind, it was her he was throat f*****g, and just the idea of it almost made him come. Almost. He closed his eyes, thrusting furiously, imagining her in the maid’s place, how he would slam inside her mercilessly, the sloppy sounds she would make while he was using and abusing her mouth, to finally release inside her, all the while squeezing the life of her adorable little neck. He emptied himself inside her mouth, lost in his own fantasy, when the gurgling sound of the maid brought him back to his hall, to the present. He looked down. She had swallowed almost everything, but a few drops were staining her blouse. He felt disgusted, as he always felt when he came down from his high fantasy to discover this little s**t kneeled in front of him.
“Did I please you?” she asked in a whinny voice that never failed to enrage him. He truly hated that worthless piece of meat, but for now she was all he had. And if he closed his eyes long enough, he could picture her, maintain his fantasy and still please the kneeled woman before him.
“Yes” he answered shortly, composing his clothes. He even managed to c***k a smile. “Unfortunately, today I’m on a tight schedule, but wait for me tomorrow and I’ll be all yours.”
Her smile could light up the room, but he was already on his way to his office. Suddenly he had just had the most brilliant idea…
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