Something close to hatred registers as I realize just how much control Dex has over my life now. That it’s my own fault only makes it worse.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I uncross my legs and slip as gracefully as I can from the leather chair to the floor, grateful for the plush area rug under my bare knees. The only good thing about my new position is that I’m now too close to hold the uncomfortable gaze with Dex’s eyes.
As the seconds tick by, I glance to my left and then right to avoid staring directly at the outline of his cock just a few inches away. It gets harder to ignore as his growing erection becomes more visible by the second in his perfectly tailored dress slacks.
Dex’s chuckle from above infuriates me. Of course, he’s enjoying humiliating me, but that little voice in the back of my head knows this is just the beginning, and that terrifies me even more.
“Reach out and unbuckle my belt, Katja,” he instructs.
So that’s his game. Fine, I can take his belt out for my consequences.
My fingers tremble as I work at the metal clasp, doing my best not to brush the front of his pants. Only when I start to pull the one-inch leather from the hoops holding it in place does his true plan take shape with his next order.
“I won’t be needing my belt today. Open the button and pull down the zipper—then pull out my cock. It’s going to be providing today’s lesson.”
I have to hear him wrong. Without thinking, I press my palms against his muscular thighs and push away from him while struggling to get to my feet. Before I can succeed, I feel his fingers thrusting through my hair, easily holding me on my knees.
“Let me go!” I call out as I slap his legs. I hate the panic in my voice, knowing how much he enjoys it. I came prepared for a punishment. Surely not even Dex would force sexual favors from me for the money?
His tsks above my head irk me.
“Such a disappointment. I thought you said you were prepared to start paying the consequences for your mistakes, yet at the first test you fail.”
“Fine, spank me. Belt me like your father did to you as a kid. Whatever. But a punishment can’t be sexual in nature. That’s not how it works,” I retort.
“Correction. Maybe that’s not how it works between parents and children, but I am definitely not your father. Maybe if your own father had been a bit stricter with you, you wouldn’t be in this position today.”
My mind races to understand what he’s saying.
“Time for you to decide just how much you want my help, Katja. If my cock isn’t out of my pants in the next ten seconds, we’ll have our answer.”
I feel lightheaded as my mind races to latch onto some way out of the humiliating scenario being forced upon me. As precious seconds tick by, the desperate truth settles into the pit of my stomach. He still has the upper hand.
The room feels oppressively hot as I contemplate my options. By the time I feel him beginning to move away from me, my desperation spills out in the form of hot tears pouring down my cheeks. If he sees them, they don’t sway him in any way.
With trembling fingers, I unbutton his slacks before lowering his zipper as slowly as I can. I suck in a deep breath before weaving my fingers through the opening of his boxer briefs. Something close to an electric spark makes my fingers tingle as I come into contact with his hardness for the first time. His pants fall a few inches, giving his shaft the room it needs to spring free into my palm.
Despite being a married woman until just a few weeks ago, it doesn’t escape me that this is the first erection I’ve held or even seen in close to a year—maybe longer. A little voice inside me recognizes that Dex is hard for me, and I can’t deny the zing of pleasure that brings me.
Determined to get my punishment over as quickly as possible, I fist his erection and start stroking the velvet soft skin—up and down his rock-hard shaft. He’s long and thick and my core cramps with an unwelcome wave of desire. I’m tempted to close my eyes, but I’m too fascinated to see the few drops of pre-cum forming at the tip of his length.
Memories of an almost equally awkward moment in our complicated history hit me as I remember this isn’t the first time I’ve seen Dex’s cock. Heat burns my cheeks as I remember hiding in a housekeeping storage room to sneak a cigarette as a fifteen-year-old teenager. No one had been more surprised than me when Dex had dragged his girl-of-the-week into the same storage closet for a quickie.
Hidden behind a stack of linen, I’d had a front row seat for watching my first blowjob. Much like today, he’d pushed the girl he’d been with to her knees as he’d taken the first penis I’d ever seen in person out of his jeans. At the time, I’d been too naive to know just how rough he’d been with her as he’d thrust his cock into her mouth so deep she’d gagged. I’d stood there as silently as possible, watching. I’d tried so hard not to let him see me as I had fought the urge to touch my own pussy.
Dex reinforcing the grasp he has on my hair drags my attention back to my current situation. Desperate to finish what we’ve started, I tighten my grip, moving my hand up and down faster and faster.
His voice sounds gravelly as he says, “As nice as this feels, it’s time for your face fucking. Open wide, baby.”
Before my brain registers his raunchy words, his hips thrust toward me as uses his hold on my hair to yank me against his crotch. My mouth isn’t open so my face mashes against his shaft. Breathing is getting harder.
“If you want to keep The Whitney, you’ll open your mouth… now…” he growls.
Survival instincts kick in as I open wide, taking his hard length so deep in one thrust that I gag. Even as I sputter around his flesh, he pulls back enough to allow me a deep drag of air through my nose. I push with my palms against his muscular thighs, trying to put distance between us, but he’s too strong. What begins as a sporadic thrusting of his hips quickly escalates to a fast and furious blowjob, with each drive moving deeper down my throat.
Waves of humiliation wash over me as I hear the obscene slurping and gagging sounds I’m making in the otherwise quiet room. It’s a toss up if my unwanted tears or my spittle spewing from around his cock are making a bigger mess as they drip down onto my now-heaving chest. He may have a front row seat to those embarrassing fluids, but I’m grateful that at least he can’t see how wet my panties are getting as my body betrays me by flooding my pussy.
In between his thrusts, I taste those drops of pre-cum I’d admired earlier. The masculine scent of him surrounds me, flaming my own growing need. As the tangy taste grows stronger, Dex’s grasp on my head tightens, holding me in place as he truly fucks my throat for his pleasure. I’m not sure if I’m more lightheaded from the lack of air or from the sexy growls now emanating from above me as he chases his orgasm. A wave of sick pleasure courses through me as I acknowledge my effect on him.