Page 70 of His Hold

She adjusts in the seat and presses her hands together, a mock plea that sends a jolt straight to my cock. “I’m sorry, sir, please don’t fire me. I need this job.”

“How badly do you need this job?” I ask, stepping closer.

There’s nothing rehearsed here. It’s a go-with-the-flow kind of thing, but it’s good—we are so good together—it makes me doubt my own sanity, how easily we slip into this twisted game.

I see her swallow, her throat working under my stare. Then, without answering, she steps forward until she’s close enough that I can inhale the spicy smell of her perfume. “I’ll do anything you want to keep my job, Mr. Ramensky.”

“Anything?”

“Yes.” She nods, and before I can process it, she shoves me against the wall, the impact rattling my bones. She drops to her knees and begins undoing my belt with trembling, eager fingers. “Do whatever pleases you, sir.”

With quick hands, she works my belt, and my cock springs free, already rock hard with pre-come dripping from the tip, a testament to how badly I’ve been aching for her. She licks it off with a long hard suck that makes me feel lightheaded.

She swirls her tongue around the head before she drags it down the length in a slow and torturous motion, until I’m trembling. She looks up at me then with those wide, glassy eyes, daring me to lose myself completely.

“Fuck my mouth, please. Get yourself off in my throat. Punish me for making you wait.”

I’m in disbelief. I don’t know what to say except that her words make me even harder, which feels impossible because I’m so fucking hard right now it hurts, a deep, throbbing ache that’s got my balls tight and my vision blurring. I put my hand at the back of her head, roll her ponytail tightly around my fist, and guide her mouth to my cock, her lips parting, wet and willing. I slide in and out of her mouth, feeling my chest constrict, the heat of her tongue dragging me under.

“Fuck, Katya,” I groan, my voice cracking as she takes me deeper, her throat tightening around me. She sucks harder, hollowing her cheeks, her hands braced on my thighs, nails biting into my skin as she works me with a hunger that’s almost too much. I thrust faster, my hips jerking, and she meets every move, gagging slightly but never pulling back, her eyes watering as she stares up at me.

“Please,” I rasp, the word spilling out before I can stop it, “suck me, Katya, fucking please, don’t stop.”

My voice is desperate, and I’m moaning now, the sound echoing off the walls as she drives me to the edge. It’s too good, too fucking intense—like pain and pleasure twisting together until my whole body is shaking. I’m close to tears, the pressure building so fast it’s unbearable, my cock pulsing in her mouth as she sucks me down like she’s trying to drain me.

I try to push her off, my hands weak and trembling against her shoulders, needing a second to breathe, to stop myself from coming too soon, but she refuses, shoving my hands away and diving back in, her lips locking around me tighter.

“No,” she mumbles around my cock and the vibration of my cock at the back of her throat sends a jolt through me, “you don’t get to stop me.” She takes me even deeper, her throat convulsing, and I’m gone, moaning like I’m breaking apart, my control shredding as she owns me.

I increase the pace, thrusting quickly into her mouth while she sucks me off without fail, relentless and perfect, until I’m a mess of pleas and screams, my body screaming for release.

I pull her up then, breathing hard, my control fraying at the edges and tears stinging my eyes as I gasp, “Enough,” I plead, barely holding on.

“Am I doing something wrong, sir?” she asks, looking equally confused, but the wry smile on her swollen, glistening lips lets me know otherwise.

“No, no,” I pant. “You’re doing so well, too fucking well.”

“Is my job safe then?”

“Yes.” I throw her onto the bed, the mattress creaking under her weight, and flip her around so her ass is faced up to me, so round and perfect. I roughly tug her skirt down her legs, so eager to taste her.

It’s not like we don’t have the time for this at home. But Katya still feels we should take things slow. She and Irina moved back to her place, and in between her work and my very demanding schedule these days, we barely have the time.

“No panties? Just how I like it. Jesus Christ…”

I stick two fingers into her pussy from behind and feel her shift and press down. Her moans are loud, feral, enough for me to feel like I might burst right now, with how hard my cock is throbbing painfully. “I did it for you…”

“Yes, such a good little slut for me,” I growl, then use her wetness to massage my cock before thrusting inside her with one hard thrust. She gasps and nearly collapses on the bed, her body trembling under the invasion.

The feeling of completeness, of rightness, still stuns me every time.

“God, I missed you,” she breathes.

“Show me how much you love taking this dick like a good girl.” I grab her hips with a bruising grip and pound deep, going faster and faster, the slap of skin echoing in the room.

“I think I just might let you have your job… can’t let this sweet, little pussy go away, not when it takes me so good.”

“Do you want to come inside me, Mr. Ramensky? Want to blow your load inside my pussy?” Her voice is a desperate whine, pushing me further.

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