“You taste just like I imagined—sweet and exotic. God, I could taste you all day, all night, and still not get enough,” he says, his husky voice adding to my climbing arousal.
The familiar swirl of an orgasm builds like a cyclone gaining momentum. His tongue is relentless, his pace rhythmic, the sensation intoxicating.
“Fuck.” My breathing is laboured, like I can’t get enough air though the room is full of it.
Just as I’m about to peak, Valdemar stops and rises behind me, pulling me up by my hair, the knife still gripped in his hand, the blade resting against my head.
I’m about to ask him what the fuck he’s playing at, but he beats me to it.
“I want you to watch, angel, while I make you come.”
At first, I don’t comprehend, my mind still reeling from the fact that I was so close and he just stopped, but then I glance at the window and catch our reflection.
Valdemar is behind me, his shirt open, his chest pressed against my back. I can feel the swell of his cock against my backside, and it thrills me to know how turned on he is by this. His fist is in my hair, clutching the knife, and his other hand trails up my back and releases the clasp on my bra, which slidesdown my arms. I lift my hands momentarily to let it fall to the floor, my breasts now free, my nipples hard and swollen.
He then snakes his hand down my stomach and lingers over my swollen clit. “Look at how beautiful you are.”
Letting go of my hair, he drops the knife down against my throat, and I can’t deny how fucking turned on I am by the sight of my naked body against his, his hand dipped between my legs, and his hot breath on the nape of my neck. Plunging his fingers inside me, he cups my clit with the palm of his hand, and my vision blurs.
“What turns you on more, my fingers inside you, the knife against your neck, or the thought of what I’m going to do to you after you’ve come?”
“All of it.” It’s not a lie. I wish it were.
Pushing myself against him, I grind my pussy into his hand, the need for him consuming me from within.
He adds another finger, spreading me wider. My heart pounds against my chest as I gulp the air. Then he curls his finger, hitting the sweet spot as he grips my throat, the knife inches from my face.
“Keep watching, angel. I want you to see yourself coming undone.”
“Valdemar,” I cry out as the edges of my vision distort and the orgasm rips through me like an explosion.
“That’s it, angel. Come for me.”
Pleasure eats away at me, my legs wobbling under the strain. I lean forwards and place my arms on the desk to hold myself up. Valdemar spins me so I’m sitting on the edge, his hand returning to my clit as the aftershocks course through my body.
“Lie back.” He pushes me down, my body slackening as I let my legs drop. Standing between my open legs, Valdemar removes his hand.
Even though I’m exhausted, I push myself up on my elbows, eager to see what he’s about to do next, as I know this is only the beginning.
He drops the knife onto the desk and slides out of his shirt before throwing it to the side, never taking his eyes from me. Using one hand, he unlatches his belt and then his button and zip.
I swallow hard.
“Do you think you can take me?” he asks as he grabs the heel of my shoe and pulls it from my foot, followed by the other. He places my feet on the desk and then pushes my legs apart, letting my knees flop to the side, opening me wider for him.
“I’ll try.” My answer is hoarse, my throat dry from heavy breathing, but then I salivate as he pushes his hand inside his trousers and his boxer shorts and pulls his cock out.
Fuck.I want to retract my answer. My thighs clench, and my eyes water.
“I told you I would hurt you. And I will, angel, but it’ll be worth it.”
Thrusting his fingers inside me, he pumps them until they’re soaked, then removes his hand and swipes it down the length of his rigid cock. It’s beautiful, now glistening with my pleasure.
With his cock in his hand, he traces it across my middle, lingering over my tender clit, rubbing and coating it further. A feverish fire rages between my legs. A hungry need gnaws at me, and I wish I could touch him, but I can’t quite reach his arms.
“I’ll take it slow at first,” he tells me, the hoarseness behind his voice only adding to the inferno between my legs. “But then I’ll fuck you hard and fast, angel.”
I find myself nodding even though he wasn’t asking my permission, merely making a statement of things to come.
