It’s a toss-up between my throat and jaw for which is sorer by the time his thrusts start to lose their steady rhythm. Thanks to the barrage of tears and phlegm, it’s getting harder to breathe because now my nose is running. I do my best to push down my rising panic.
“Oh shit… sorry man.” Simon’s apology comes from the doorway behind me.
I want the floor to open up and swallow me. That Dex has a front row seat to my humbling embarrassment is bad enough. Having Z in the room as a witness is too much.
My palms pound against Dex’s legs as I try my best to pull away from him so I can stand. He only doubles down, yanking me back against him, his rod filling my mouth and throat.
“Don’t leave, Z. I’m almost done teaching Katja an important lesson in consequences. Considering she’s been giving you so much trouble, I think it’s only fair you get to enjoy watching.”
In my panic for air, I entertain the idea of biting down. Oh, the satisfaction I’d get from castrating the asshole. Just in time, a deceivingly gentle stroke of his thumb across my cheek, swiping away some of my hot tears, calms me enough to allow a gasping breath.
Dex’s thrusts resume, hard and fast. His primal growl is the only warning I get of his impending climax. I taste the first drops of his cum just before I feel my mouth filling with the first hot rope of his seed. I swallow again and again, trying my best not to choke on the thick liquid and when I fail, I feel a line dribbling down my chin, plopping a glob of wetness onto my chest.
His shaft is starting to shrink by the time he finally pulls out of my mouth, allowing me to finally flex my aching jaw. My knees hurt almost as much, and I fall back with a whoosh to sit on my heels. I train my eyes on the floor as I try valiantly to catch my breath, fighting back the urge to burst into humiliating sobs.
I feel his fingers below my wet chin, lifting my head until I’m forced to crane my neck backward. There is no escaping his heated gaze. I slam my eyes closed again, squeezing more hot tears out.
I feel his thumb smearing the mess down my cheek just as I hear his quiet, “So beautiful.”
Not trusting my voice, I bite back the urge to call him a liar. I’m a hot, humiliated mess, but then again, that was his goal all along, wasn’t it?
Before I push to my feet, Dex uses his fingers to scoop up a remaining blob of his cum from my chin. Instead of using a tissue or napkin to clean the wetness, he instead moves his hand lower, smearing his spent seed across the exposed skin above the neckline of my prim and proper business dress.
“There… that’s perfect.”
“Hand me a tissue,” I finally croak out of my sore throat.
“No tissues. Not until you get back to the penthouse. It pleases me to see my mark on you.”
Furious, I struggle to push to my feet. Like the gentleman I know he’s not, Dex lends a stabilizing hand up. I try to push away from him as soon as I’m standing, but he hugs me against him, forcing our faces only a few inches apart.
Flustered, I finally whisper, “I hate you.”
We’re close enough I can feel his warm breath on my cheek as he lets a slow smile play at his lips. Of course, he’s enjoying his victory over me.
“No, you don’t. You may want to hate me, but I can smell the proof that at least a few parts of this luscious body of yours are far from hating what we just did.”
One of his hands slips lower, cupping my ass and yanking me harder against his body. Conflicting emotions rage through my mind. I’m desperate to leave… to put distance between us… to try to regain even a small measure of my dignity.
I force a deep cleansing breath before speaking again. “I hope you’re happy, Dex. It must make you feel like a big man turning me into nothing more than your whore, forcing me to trade sexual favors for money. Our fathers would be so proud.” I’m grateful that my sore voice doesn’t quaver.
I hear his sharp intake of breath as his eyes turn a shade darker. My words hit home.
Dex releases me as fast as he’d grabbed me. I stumble back, struggling to stay on my feet as I spin around, desperate to escape the room. Unbelievably, I’d forgotten Z was still there. He’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, blocking my exit. Our eyes meet just long enough for me to see his sick satisfaction with his boss’s treatment of me.
Asshole.
“Move!” I shout at him, trying to tamp down my growing panic that they might want to put me through another round of fucking consequences before I can escape. What scares me the most is acknowledging that at least a fragment of me craves just that.
Mocking me, Z steps aside, waving his arm gallantly as he allows me to pass. I’m almost out the door when I hear Dex calling after me.
“I’ll be by later to finalize the new contract.”
Chapter Fifteen
DEX
“You’re flying too close to the sun,” Z says, shaking his head with a smirk on his face.