Chapter Nine
Samira could barely contain her excitement as Ivan led her by the hand down a corridor towards what looked like an empty secluded conference room. He looked incredible in his suit – so powerful and dominating. She’d been horny all day since they’d parted after he’d met her at college. But she’d managed to resist taking care of herself, and had instead spent her time imagining what the sex was going to be like with him this time… Hopefully she was about to find out…
He tried the door and it swung open, so they walked in and switched on the lights. Samira strode in, feeling sexy in her heels and skimpy dress. She was wearing stockings underneath, and she couldn’t wait to show him.
“This is fun,” she said.
He inspected her, adopting a stern expression. “It was very naughty of you to flirt with my brother like that, making me jealous.”
She smirked and glanced away. “I’m sorry…”
“Huh-uh. Well, now I need to show you that you’re mine. Right?”
“Am I?”
“Yes you are.” He paced around her like a caged tiger, running his dominating gaze all over her. “And now that I’ve got you alone, what shall I do with you?”
Lust coursed through her body. He halted in front of her and kissed her hard, pressing his fit torso and firm co**ck against her yearning body. “You’re so f**king hot, Samira. I need to feel your tight warm pus**sy around my co**ck. Agreed?”
“Ah… agreed…”
He bit her neck and ran his strong hands over her curvy hi**ps and waist. “God, you’re perfect. Now… don’t move an inch; I just need to make sure you can’t escape.”
Samira chuckled, enjoying the game. He grabbed a table and slid it in front of the door, blocking off the exit. She knew it was only there to stop anyone from coming in and catching them, but she loved the thrill of being dominated by this glorious man. He was safe; she trusted him.
He strode back and pulled her against himself, kissing her strongly and easing his tongue into her mouth. “I’m gonna f**k you so hard that you’re gonna forget your own name. I’m gonna possess you with pleasure. You’ll be filled with nothing but me – all your thoughts from now until we leave this room will be only ‘Ivan Quinlan’. Do what I tell you, alright?”
Samira tried not to giggle with desire. She kept a straight face and nodded. “Yes, master.”
He cupped her chin and kissed her tenderly on the lips. “Hmm, I like you calling me that. Say it again.”
She gazed at him with coy eyes. “Yes, master.”
He ran his hand down her thigh and reached around to squeeze her as**s. “Tonight you’re mine, Samira. You’ll submit to me, and I will give you everything you came here for.”
She nodded, trying not to buckle at the knees with arousal. No man had ever spoken to her like this – it was amazingly liberating.
He picked her up easily and carried her over to a large table in the corner of the room. Then he plunked her down gently. “Strip for me,” he said. “I need to see you touching yourself.”
“Anything for you, master.” She knelt up and hitched her dress around her thighs, enjoying the sensation of revealing the tops of her stockings. She could see he was impressed as she swayed her hi**ps and slowly drew down the straps of her dress, revealing her amply-filled bra. She thrust out her chest, knowing he was captivated. Then she removed her bra with a flourish and reached up to fondle her bre**asts, turning herself on, as well as him.
Ivan stepped forward and caressed her face, gazing at her with smouldering eyes full of passion. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Samira’s heart fluttered at his touch. She ached for him to take her deep. Her voice trembled with desire. “What’s your next instruction?”
“Pleasure yourself,” he said. “My own little po**rn star – for my eyes only.”
“Yes, master.” Samira raised two fingers to her lips and sucked them theatrically, then she reached down and delved her hand into her silky panties, making a show of rubbing her throbbing cl**it and dipping her fingers into her wet pus**sy. She dropped her head back and made horny noises, knowing it would increase the pleasure for him, as it did for her.
“That’s it,” he said, watching. “Get yourself nice and wet for me.” He stepped forward and reached out to run his fingers through her hair, causing it to fall down around her shoulders. She stopped touching herself and swung her legs to wrap around his thighs, pulling him closer. He grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pulled her head back so she was looking up at him.
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