“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
Obeying my Dom, I shrieked and squealed with each deep thrust. Each time my hand came close to his hips, I would dig my fingers into his skin, scratching my nails along the skin at the top of his buttocks. The pain fueled him to piston his hips even faster.
The sound of our sweat-slickened skin clapping together echoed through the room. As my walls began to clench around the Beast’s cock, I arched my back off the pool table. A scream escaped my lips as the orgasm charged through me.
The Beast continued pounding in and out of me. He moved one of his forearms to where his hand could come between my legs. In between thrusts, he furiously rubbed my clit. I didn’t think it was possible for me to build up to come again, but he was relentless.
“Come with me,” he growled.
Shaking my head, I pleaded, “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Give me another orgasm!”
His words were my undoing. My body wasn’t my own anymore–it was all his.
As my orgasm kicked off, a deluge of arousal sprayed out of me. I’d only squirted one other time, and it was nothing like what I was currently doing.
And then the Beast growled out my name before coming in a rush.
CHAPTER NINETEEN: MAKSIM
Iwoke up to the sun streaming across my face. When I rolled over in bed, I realized I still had on the clothes from my encounter with Sarah as The Beast. Not only had the hardcore fucking worn me out, but all the vodka I drank from both the bottle and Sarah’s body didn’t help.
With a groan, I pulled myself into a sitting position. Considering I still had cum stains on my pants and the crusty feeling of it on my skin, I desperately needed a shower. Rising off the bed, I pulled the shirt off before unbuttoning my pants.
After turning on the water, I pushed the pants down my hips into a puddle on the floor. I’d have to make sure I kept them in a separate laundry basket for the housekeeper. I didn’t want to mix up my smell with the Beast’s.
As I lathered my body up, my eyes closed as images from last night flickered through my mind. While I did regret lying to Sarah by fucking her as the Beast, it wasn’t enough to override the high I’d received. That fact alone made me a total bastard.
With a groan, I scrubbed the shampoo through my hair. How would she ever forgive me if she learned the truth? I’d be cut off both as Maksim and the Beast, and that thought was too much to bear.
Maybe it was time for the Beast to be sent away on business. Preferably to Russia. Then I could truly focus on winning her heart as Maksim.
After my shower, I threw on some dress pants and a button-down shirt. When I came down for breakfast, I was surprised to see Sarah already up and prepping the kitchen table with materials. “G-Good morning,” I said.
“Good morning.”
Motioning to the table, I asked, “What’s all t-this?”
“It’s the items I need to do your evaluation.”
My brows furrowed. “What kind of evaluation?”
“When I first meet with a client, I do an Oral Mechanism Exam.”
“Sounds p-painful.”
“I promise it’s not. My little guys and gals come through it okay.”
“Hmm, if the kids can d-do it, I b-better buck up, huh?”
Grinning Sarah replied, “I have faith in you.”
As I took in the tools on the table, I furrowed my brows at a pinwheel. Picking it up, I spun the wheel with my finger. “What t-the hell is t-this for?”
With a huff, Sarah snatched the pinwheel out of my hand. “You will find out.”
“Forgive me, b-but I just t-thought we’d start with speech exercises or something.”
