Page 11 of Morally Corrupt

I want to own him.

As soon as I am at the club, I head directly to our usual room, hoping I'll be early enough to compose myself and look the embodiment of cool chic. I punch in the code, and I'm extremely surprised to see him already inside. I take a deep breath and I put on my most seductive smile.

"Theo?" I purr, my voice an octave lower than normal. He half-turns, his eyes eating me up. He casually makes his way toward me, grasping my chin between his thumbs.

"Now, what did we agree on, Barbie girl?" His eyes are fixed on my mouth, and I immediately know what he wants.

In no time, I take off my cardigan to reveal the lace lingerie I'd worn just for him. Then I drop to my knees.

"Sir." I bat my lashes at him, and he regales me with a smirk. There's something different about him today, some type of coiling tension. His thumb swipes across my mouth, smearing the red lipstick.

"You have quite a mouth on you, dirty girl. Why don't you put it to better use?" I tilt my head, looking at him with feigned innocence. It only spurs him further as he unzips himself, thrusting his cock in my mouth. I quickly accommodate him, sucking and lapping at him like I'd learned in the past year.

"Enough," he commands, and I immediately obey. "On the table. Ass in the air."

The lingerie I'd worn comprises a bralette that reaches my midriff and a thong that connects with a garter. Knowing how good my body looks in it, I give him a spectacle as I crawl on all fours toward the table, wiggling my ass in the air the entire time. I prop myself on the table and look back slightly. His eyes are watching me intently, and a shiver goes down my back.

Whenever we are in the same room, there's this sizzling electricity in the air, and even the hair on my arms stands up. But when he looks at me like that . . . like he wants to eat me alive, I feel like combusting from a mix of desire and arousal — and if it goes unfulfilled for much longer, I will.

He comes behind me, securing a blindfold over my eyes. His fingers trail down my spine and toward my butt. When he reaches my thong, he slowly slips it off my legs, leaving me bare for his view.

"Sir?" I ask when nothing happens. Then, suddenly, his mouth is on my pussy. I gasp as I feel his tongue probing deeper, stroking me inside. My entire body shudders, and I grip the edge of the table to hold myself still.

"You like that, don't you?" He breathes against me, the warm air of his breath mixing with my wetness and making me squirm.

"Please, sir," I say, wanting him to put me out of my misery. Two fingers join his mouth, and he works them in and out of me while his mouth is on my clit, sucking and nibbling. I clench around his digits, the orgasm hitting me so hard I see black before my eyes. Flat on the table, I almost pass out from the intensity of the pleasure.

Theo rises, his hands once again on my butt and massaging my cheeks. Taking some wetness from my pussy, he spreads it higher, towards my other hole.

"Tell me, Barbie girl, have you ever been fucked here?" he asks, the tip of his finger pushing in ever so slightly. My breath hitches, and excitement builds anew.

"No," I whisper, barely able to let out a sound.

"What was that my dirty little girl? I didn't hear you." His fingers go even deeper before retreating.

"No, never," I say with more conviction.

"And you'll let me be the first?" he asks, still playing with me. He might not know it, but he has all my firsts.

"Will I be your first too?" I don't know what prompts me to voice this, especially since I know he doesn't like it when I speak back to him in the bedroom. The moment the question is out of my mouth, though, I take a deep breath, awaiting my punishment.

A deep chuckle permeates the air.

"Would you like that, Barbie girl? Would you like to be my first?"

"Yes." I don't even think as I say this. The thought of Theo touching someone else physically pains me.

He doesn't answer. Instead, his palm comes down on my ass, the slap loud, the pain making me flinch.

"You know why I'm doing this, don't you?" he asks just as he slaps my ass again.

"Yes, sir," I meekly respond.

"Good." He hums his approval, continuing to dole out the punishment. Slap after slap, my ass must be red by now. I almost tear up from the pain, but I've had worse, so I steel myself.

Then he stops.

"You are, Barbie girl. You're the first," he says, amused. "Does that please you?"

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