Page 75 of Morally Corrupt

"What are the limits for today?" he asks, his fingers caressing the nape of my neck and making me shiver.

"None." I feel him smirking against my skin, his lips skimming the sensitive spot just below my ear.

"Remember your safe word?"

"Hmm?" I whimper, already a slave to the sensations he wrings from my body.

"Safe word?" he asks again.

"Yes… Lemon."

"Good," he whispers, and he turns me to face him.

"Strip down and get on your knees." His entire manner changes, his voice unyielding and commanding.

This is the Theo I like to fuck.

"Yes, sir." I quickly undress and take off my shoes, remaining only in my fishnets. I'd come braless, and the sight of Theo eyeing my erect nipples tells me it was the perfect decision.

I quickly kneel in front of him, waiting for further instruction.

"Eyes on me," he says, and with two fingers, he tips my jaw, so I'm looking straight into his eyes.

"Take my cock out and put it into your mouth." His smooth voice leaves me breathless, and I can only do as commanded.

My hands go to his office pants, and I lower the zipper, pulling down just enough to take his straining length out.

I give it one light stroke before bending forward and taking the tip into my mouth, my tongue gently swiping across the underside. I give a few licks to the head before moving lower on the shaft and sucking his balls deep into my mouth.

A hissing sound escapes him, and I take it as encouragement to continue my ministrations. I'm sucking on the head when he suddenly commands me to stay still.

His hands go into my hair (and I'm thankful I fully secured my wig in place) before taking control and fucking my mouth.

In and out, his movements are aggressive yet controlled. I gag when the tip hits the roof of my mouth and spit pours down my chin, and it seems to make him even more demanding. My eyes are tearing up from the pressure. His grip tightens on my scalp, and I know he's close. With a low groan, he empties himself down my throat.

"Swallow," he commands.

I do, looking up at him as I lick the remains of his cum from my mouth.

"Good girl." His thumb caresses my cheek in appreciation.

"Now, to the bar."

On shaky legs, I get up and head to the suspension bar. He cages me on both sides, locking my wrists into place and leaving me exposed. I'm already achingly wet, but I know my relief will be a torturous bliss.

He steps away from me, admiring me.

Slowly, he divests himself of his own clothing, his shirt, and then his pants and underwear. He is indeed a spectacular specimen. His broad shoulders are complimented by toned arms and a defined stomach.

My eyes take him in, how the V of his pelvis leads to his magnificent cock, jutting proudly and erect once more. His movements are unhurried, almost leisurely.

Naked, he strides to a table, taking a few items. Coming to stand in front of me, he looks me in the eye for a second before his mouth is on me.

His tongue clashes with mine in an open kiss that has me tugging at my restraints, wanting to weave my hands into his hair. His teeth nibble at my bottom lip before he puts enough space between us to tie a blindfold over my eyes.

"Good girl," he praises me.

Deprived of my sight, I try to focus on his touch. He trails what feels like a feather from my neck, down my torso, giving special attention to my nipples.

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