Page 139 of Illicit Games

Overwhelmed, I climax with a powerful cry.

He groans in pleasure and prolongs it by fucking me through it. I’m gasping when I come back to earth. His mouth vanishes as he shoots to his feet, towering over me.

Unzipping his fly, he growls, “Take out your tits.”

His giant cock out, he strokes it with his fist while I hastily unbutton my blouse and wrench my bra down to bare my breasts for him. Salacious gray eyes blaze with lust at my pebbled nipples, traveling down my flat tummy to my still quivering pussy.

My gaze drops low, watching as he rapidly jacks off his shaft. The crown beads with his shiny precum, which I crave to lick and taste.

I rise onto my elbows to act on my urges and use my mouth to bring him pleasure.

“Don’t move.”

His guttural command halts me. I stay where I am, displayed like his fuck toy while he fucks himself, denying me the privilege to serve him.

Two more pumps and his expression twists, signaling his orgasm. With a low groan, he jerks and sprays my pussy and thighs with his white, salty cum. Tugging on his dick, he aims the last spurts at my breasts, painting them with his essence.

Bending over my trembling frame, he collars my throat and tilts my chin. “You do not leave our bed until I’ve tasted your pussy.”

Oh fuck! That’s what made him mad.

My cheeks burn. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Pressing on my pounding pulse, he kisses me, rough and animalistic. I return it with twice the passion, letting him invade my mouth with his tongue, giving me a taste of my arousal.

He releases me to gulp in air and rises to his full height. As he tucks his semi-hard cock back in his slacks, I sit up on the couch and pull the lapels of my silky blouse together to button it up. I’ll need to clean up in the restroom.

“Did I say you can dress?”

I blink in confusion, stopping midway. “But—”

“You’re going to stay naked and stand facing the wall.” He points to the floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind his desk. “Until my cum dries.”

My treacherous body sizzles at his filthy command.

“It’ll teach you not to leave the house without telling me.”

“I left you a note,” I say lamely.

His features sharpen disapprovingly. “Don’t make your punishment worse, little siren. Today, you’re my shiny little whore, here to serve me with your holes as many times as I want. Now do as I say.”

Lowering my gaze to the floor under his authoritative stare, I slide the blouse and bra off my shoulders until I’m stark naked. On shaky legs, I stand up.

“Heels off.”

God! I truly feel like a whore. Yet shame is the last thing burning in my veins.

He walks behind me as I trudge up to the glass wall with a stunning view of the top of the world. I press my hands against it as Kian’s body heat presses flush against my back, nudging my legs apart with his leather shoes.

“Ahh!” I scream when his palm spanks my ass.

“Tilt your ass, Iris.” He squeezes the smarting cheek. “Accept your spanking like a good girl.”

Dropping my head, I arch and do his bidding.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

My tears are falling to the floor by the time he finishes with the blows.