Page 22 of Kristoff

“Open that pretty mouth of yours,” he says in his hard voice. The authority is there, underlining his demand and I obey. Like the good girl he calls me, I part my lips wide and stick out my tongue. “So good.” He growls and fists the base of his cock, aiming it at my mouth.

It’s big and I have to readjust my lips to accommodate him as he edges his way in my mouth. When the head of his cock touches my throat, I swallow, working hard to keep from gagging, but he pushes too hard too fast and I start to sputter. He pulls back, not enough to leave me, but enough for me to get much-needed air.

“Again,” he says and yanks me by my hair down his shaft. Again, I swallow and manage better this time. I run my tongue over his hard length, tasting him and wanting more of it. I go farther down, taking him until his dark curls at the base tickle my nose. It takes concentration to do this and I’ve almost forgotten the vibrator on my sex.

But he won’t let me forget, and he wiggles his damn foot again. I lose my composure and moan at the pleasure working its way over my pussy, making me even wetter. His boot will be covered again by the time we’re finished. Having moved my focus, I have to pull back on his cock, but he won’t let me and shoves himself down my throat.

I cough and gag, but he won’t let me up.

“Take it like a good girl, Magdalena. Swallow my cock,” he orders, but it sounds like he’s gritting his teeth. Is he on the edge, too?

Spit pools at the corners of my mouth. When he finally pulls back, I gasp for much-needed air and the saliva pours out of my mouth, down my chin, over my chest. Before I fully recover, he yanks my head back again and thrusts into my mouth. I’m ready this time and swallow immediately.

“Open wide,” he says and moves his hand from my hair to hook his thumbs inside my mouth. I open as big as I can. The force of his cock fucking my mouth unsteadies me and I balance myself with my hands pressing against his thighs. Such fucking masculine thighs.

I inhale through my nose, taking in his scent, basking in the muskiness of it.

He readjusts his stance and his foot grinds into my clit. I moan, rolling my eyes. The vibrations are overtaking my senses. My stomach swirls with pressure. I’m going to explode.

“Good girl, fuck yourself with my boot,” he says in English, his accent thick. My hips are moving, I’m fucking myself with his boot, I’m being a good little obedient slut for him. But I can’t care about it now.

I’m hungry.

I’m starved.

For his cock.

My release.

My eyes snap open as the ripples of pleasure burst into an explosion that sucks the air from my lungs. I can’t help but scream and ride his boot harder, faster, chasing after every orgasmic flutter.

Kristoff thrusts with more power into my throat and I give a muffled cry.

“Fuck, baby, yes.” He grunts and yanks my face down his length. I sputter but manage to keep him snug as hot streams of his cum spurt down my throat. I swallow it as it comes, but my body is starting to soften, the high from my orgasm is crashing and I grip his thighs, trying to push him away.

“All. Of. It.” He growls. I swallow, but there’s too much, and he’s still moving inside my mouth. When he’s done, when he’s caught his breath, he releases my lips and I pull back. His seed is running down my chin, and I wipe it away.

“I said all of it, Magdalena,” he reminds me between his quick breaths and bends over and grabs my hand, forcing it to my mouth.

My lips burn from his treatment, and I can barely catch air for myself, but he’s not letting go. When has he ever not gotten his way in this room?

I stare at the string of cum smudged over the back of my hand and begin to lick it clean.

“So much better today,” he praises me after dropping my hand and pets my head.

“Asshole,” I mutter and start to get to my feet after removing the vibrator.

“I didn’t say to stand. You remain on your knees until you’re given permission to use your feet. And you’d better practice on muttering more quietly. If your owner hears you insult him, he’ll be quick to punish.”

I get back down and glare up at him. “And you? Will you punish me?” A part of me wishes he would. I deserve it for enjoying what he just fucking did. I shouldn’t have gotten any satisfaction from sucking his cock, and I sure as fuck shouldn’t have wiggled around on his boot like his personal whore and came so damn hard. No. I deserve a solid whipping. Maybe it would knock the sense back into my head.

“Always.” He nods and begins to lace the leather of his belt back through the buckle. “But in this case, it’s true. I am an asshole. The other men - they are worse but don’t admit it. I’m fully aware of what and who I am.” A hint of sadness, dark resolve, taints his powerful voice. “But if you say it again, I will make you scream for mercy from the number of orgasms I will give you.”

I clamp my mouth closed. I’ve had orgasms forced on me before. Date a sadist, and it’s one of the things you’ll get. Not my favorite afternoon activity. And I doubt Kristoff will stop after an easy number like three.

“You may get up and wash up. I have meetings this afternoon, but Stephania will be up in a bit with lunch, and to work on your hair.” His belt is buckled, and he yanks up his zipper. The sound draws my attention, but I realize quickly I’m staring at his groin.

Fuck.

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