"Fuck."
Ilyas stared down at his secretary in disbelief.
"You're a virgin, damn you. How the fuck are you a virgin?"
"The usual way," Ember managed to gasp out even as the sheer size of him was still making her all dizzy and breathless. "I was born with a hymen—-"
"Fuck."
He almost had her believing he was furious—-
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Except this time he was groaning each word out, and the pleasure in his voice was making her flesh tingle.
"You should've told me, damn you. I would have been more gentle—-"
"Yeah right." Ember might be in love with him, but she was no idiot.
Ilyas glared at her. "I would have, damn you."
"Really?"
His lips tightened. "Fine then. If I had known you were a virgin, I would have at least tried—-"
"Now that's more believa—-Sheikh!"
He had started moving without warning, and she was seeing stars again.
"Talking to you is a waste of time," the sheikh growled.
"You—-"
But the sheikh cut her off yet again. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes!"
"Good."
"Brute!"
But this time, the sheikh only smirked down at her. "I get it now."
Get what?
"That's your way of saying you want me to fuck you, isn't it?"
She had no way of answering, since the sheikh had suddenly reached for her breasts, and it felt amazing.
"You have the most incredibly beautiful tits," the sheikh groaned. "Just so fucking beautiful—-"
"S-Shut up!"
"And big, goddammit. Your tits are so fucking big—-"
"I said shut up!" Ember knew she was starting to sound like a broken record, but it was just so hard to think, with the way the sheikh continued to fuck her pussy with steady strokes...while at the same time fondling her swollen globes of flesh.
"They're like fucking melons topped with strawberries—-"
"SHUT UP!" But Ember herself knew she no longer sounded convincing, with the way he had her moaning while arching her body as if she couldn't get enough of his touch.
"They're so damn perfect, it's a fucking crime that you had to hide them all this time." Ilyas broodingly traced the welted marks on her flesh, evidence that she had used tight bindings to make her chest appear flat.
Ember could only cry out when the sheikh suddenly squeezed her breasts hard.
"Promise me you'll never do this again."
"You have no right—-"
"The next time you go to work," Ilyas threatened, "and I fucking see that your breasts aren't bouncing as they should under your blouse, I'm going to rip your bindings off myself, and I won't give a fuck if there's anyone else to see it."
Ilyas pinched her nipples, and Ember cried out even as she tried shoving him away.
"Do I have your promise?"
He pinched her nipples again, and Ember choked out, "Yes, damn you—-aaaaah!"
The sheikh had suddenly pulled himself up on his knees and held her legs wide open as he started pounding into her with deep, rough thrusts.
Oh God.
His head bent down, and Ember screamed 'no' as he started suckling on her nipple just as roughly.
She tried shoving him away even as her hips were surging up to meet his every thrust, and she cursed him again and again even as her inner muscles squeezed around his cock.
Ilyas only laughed when Ember gripped his hair and forcibly pulled his head away from her nipple.
"I hate you!"
The sheikh retaliated by reaching between their bodies to pinch her clit, and Ember screamed.
"If this is how you hate someone," Ilyas taunted, "then keep hating me, little chick—-"
With the sheikh still ramming his cock into her over and over while his thumb was just as relentless in torturing her clit, Ember could only gasp out in return-—
"Stop...calling...me...that!"
"Do you know why I think of you as my little chick?"
"I...don't...fucking...care!"
"Because you fucking squawk like one—-"
Ember tried to slap his face, but the sheikh only captured both of her wrists and pinned them over her head before shoving his cock deeper than ever—-
"Damn you!"
It was the last thing she managed to cry out just before orgasm consumed her from within, and as shudder after shudder pounded through her body, she soon heard Ilyas groan—-
"Fuuuuuck!"
And then he, too, was cumming, and oh God, the hot, thick rush of his seed filling her to the brim was more than she could bear, and Ember's eyes rolled to the back of her head as a second orgasm swept her away.
So good. So good. So, so good.
It was all she was capable of thinking, but before she could even catch her breath, she already felt the sheikh pulling out, and when Ember opened her eyes, it was to see that the sheikh's cock was still oh so impossibly hard.
Golden eyes gleamed down at her, and tingles of lust and terror skittered down her spine. "W-Wait—-"
But the sheikh was already pushing his cock into her mouth, and all she could do was moan and suck and pleasure him as he wanted.
Oh God.
Ilyas knew he should be gentler. More tender. More careful. But the moment he gazed down at his little chick, and he saw her gray eyes glaring at him through her dorky pair of glasses—-