I should be intimidated. Should be worried about being alone in a soundproof, locked room with a man who radiates danger from every pore. Instead, I find myself wanting to push him, to test the limits of his control.
"Are we about to do something that no one should see or hear?" I challenge, my voice steadier than I feel.
His smirk is pure sin—a devilish quirk of lips that sends heat spiraling through my body. I'm completely smitten, already knowing I'll obey whatever commands he gives, follow wherever he leads. I'm soaked, and he hasn't even really touched me yet. Sweat trickles between my breasts, and I resist the urge to grab them, to squeeze them in front of him like an offering.
King steps even closer, his beard grazing my cheek as he leans to whisper in my ear.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "I want you on your knees."
I drop immediately, not even thinking about it, my body responding to the command before my brain can process it. Looking up at him from this position, I feel a rush of submission that's both terrifying and exhilarating.
"What do you want now?" I ask, my voice breathy with anticipation.
This is what I've always craved—a man who isn't afraid to be dominant, who knows exactly what he wants and isn't ashamed to ask for it. In my past relationships, I've always been the one in charge, the one making decisions, taking care of everything. But with King, I can finally surrender that control.
"Take off my belt," he orders. "Then my jeans."
I comply eagerly, my fingers working the heavy leather belt, then the button of his jeans. I slide them down his powerful thighs, leaving him in black briefs that do nothing to hide his impressive erection. His cock strains against the fabric, thick and hard, and my mouth waters at the sight.
"Kiss it," King commands. "Through the briefs. I want to see how badly you want it."
I glance up at him, eyes wide. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you want it, Luna."
I don't waste a second. I press my face against his bulge, inhaling his musky scent as I kiss along the impressive length. I can feel it throbbing, growing even harder under my attention until the briefs seem ready to burst at the seams.
"Fuck," King groans above me, his hand finding my hair. "You're too good. I can't—"
He tugs his briefs down himself, impatient now, and his cock springs free right in front of my face. It's magnificent. Thick and long, the head already glistening. My pussy clenches at the sight, imagining how it will feel stretching me open.
"Can I touch it?" I ask, not wanting to move without permission.
"It's all yours," he growls.
I wrap my lips around the head, moaning at the taste of him—salt and musk and pure male. I try to take him deep immediately, eager to please, but he's too big. I need to work up to it, to get him slick with my saliva first.
I stroke the base of his cock with one hand while I focus on the head, swirling my tongue around it while maintaining eye contact. King tilts his head back, a deep groan escaping him as I bob up and down, taking a little more with each movement.
"Spit on it," he commands, his voice strained.
I pull back and do as he says, letting saliva drip onto his cock, then use my hand to spread it along his length. Without breaking rhythm, I lick the sensitive underside, tracing the prominent vein from base to tip before enveloping him with my mouth again.
This time I manage to take almost all of him, gagging slightly as his cock hits the back of my throat. But I love it. I love the feelingof being pushed to my limits, of having no control. For once, I don't have to be in charge. I don't have to make decisions or help others. I'm simply following King's lead, a willing vessel for his pleasure, and it's fucking liberating.
I appreciate that he's not grabbing my hair and forcing me down, that he's letting me set my own pace despite the dominant role he's taken. It's a consideration I wouldn't have expected from someone like him.
"I never thought you'd be this good," King says, his voice tight with restraint. "But it makes sense."
I pull back, keeping my hand moving on his cock as I look up at him. "Why's that?"
"You seem like the type who wants to excel at everything she does," he says, a hint of that sinful smirk returning.
I can't help but laugh softly. "I am," I admit. "But I think the same about you."
His smirk deepens, curling the edges of his mouth in a way that makes my heart race. "I am," he confirms. "I always need to be in control. And it's time I show you what that means."
My pussy throbs at his words, a flood of wetness soaking my already damp panties. King grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet like I weigh nothing, then spins me around so I'm facing his desk. Before I can catch my breath, he's tugging my jeans down, his wet cock sliding between my ass cheeks as he presses against me from behind.
