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She cries out. “I’m so close. Please.”

“I know you are.” I drop to my knees and spread her wider. Starting at her clit, I roll my tongue on it as I taste and drink from her pussy. My tongue enters her over and over again as she cries and whimpers. “But this is my pussy, and I’ll drink when I want.”

“Dimitri,” She calls out as her body tenses again.

I pull away, letting her body cool as she cries out in frustration. This is her punishment for the years of torment she gave me.

“You bastard.” She curses at me and it makes me wait longer.

Once her breathing slows, I return to sucking on her clit and fucking her pussy with my tongue. This time, I lick further up around the pucker’s circular skin. Every part of her breathing changes as her gasps get shorter and more erratic.

I take out my dick and line it up with her entrance. “This. Is. Mine,” I say, slamming into her with every word. “And you’re going to come on my cock.”

She breaks and screams as her arousal floods around my shaft. My hand lands on her ass again with a loud smack. “I’ll fucking gag you if you get us caught.”

I pull out to the edge of her entrance, waiting for her to catch her breath.

She whispers, “More.”

“Damn, Katya, such a little whore, aren’t you.” I slam back into her, taking her as deep as she’ll allow me. “Whose slut are you?”

“Yours,” she gasps as I continue to fuck her. Her body takes me and demands more. One last time, I pull out, and she hisses in frustration. This time, my fingers dive into her wetness and I drag it up the peak of the valley between her cheeks.

“You still need more?” I slide my cock back in its rightful place. “I’m giving you everything, and you still demand more.”

She whimpers and squirms, trying to escape my grip. “Yes, Sir,” she says on the edge, shattering fully. My finger pierces through her puckered hole and my other hand reaches around to play with her clit. My cock fucking her, my finger sliding in and out of her tight asshole, and my other hand swirling her clit in a rhythm, her moaning sounds more like a prayer to God.

“All the shit you’ve pulled, and I still love you.”

Her body swells and she comes all around me as the fullness of my load fills her. Until I collapse on her. Slowly, I kiss her back and up her neck. Her breathing is erratic and she’s sniffling. Lifting her up by the waist, I hold her, but something’s wrong. Her breaths are still too short.

“Katya?”

She doesn’t want to move at first, but I turn her around. Her eyes are red and watery, her lips are quivering. She’s crying.

“Oh my god, baby I’m so sorry.” Her chest is red, but I can’t tell if she’s bruised. My hands search her body for injuries. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.” It was too much for her. I hurt the one person I have left. I want to throw up.

She wraps her arms around her waist and squeaky noises come out.

“I didn’t know.” Rationalize. If she had told me to stop, I would’ve. But I put her in a situation where she didn’t feel safe to tell me. I’ve been around enough Doms to know that’s a massive fuck up.

“Where are you hurt?” Her thighs are red from where they met the desk. Is she going to bruise?

She shakes her head. Did she hurt her vocal cords?

I pull her into my chest and stroke her hair, repeating an apology to her in English, Russian, and even French.

Between her sobs she gasps, “I’m not hurt.”

Ok, she didn’t like it. “I’m sorry it was rough, or scary.”

I look around the office to see if there’s any water. Nothing. I pull her skirt from around her waist to protect her most personal parts from the outside world. Reaching behind her, I grab her shirt as I try to dress her. But she’s still crying and she’s not at all helpful when it comes to getting her clothes back on her.

“Baby please, I need to know what’s wrong.” My little otter never cries. Or when she does, it’s not in front of me.

She takes small, controlled breaths. “I liked it.”

Ok, that’s some relief, but not enough. I lead her to a chair and make her sit as I pull on my pants. Then I stroke her hair until she can talk.