Page 94 of Twisted Play

I sank to my knees, holding his eyes, as if he hadn’t instructed me carefully every goddamned time I made his coffee to keep my eyes downcast while I knelt before him.

His cock brushed against my face, burning against my skin as I took my place on my knees. Blindly, I wrapped my fingers around it, never taking my gaze from his face.

Alek didn’t say a word. He just watched me unblinkingly. He broke eye contact to watch me take his cock in my hand, and then he exhaled in a sharp rush when I pumped myhand up and down, spreading the bead of precum with my fingers.

“Malyshka,” he groaned, and I let that sound go to my head, let it convince me he wasn’t a filthy old man in a position of authority taking advantage of a broke-ass student who needed this job more than anything else. I tried to convince myself I had as much control as he did, that I could make him lose his shit.

He braced his hand on the desk and kept the other in my hair, his flat palm against the side of my face, anchoring me in this moment but not controlling my movements.

I opened my mouth wide and took him as deep as I could, relaxing my throat.

“Blyat,” he whispered, his jaw going slack for a moment. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back as I sucked hard then took him deep into my throat.

Over and over again, I fucked him with my mouth until his thighs trembled and his breathing changed.

It wasn’t enough.

I had to make him lose control.

I swirled my tongue around his cock, teasing him, his salty, musky taste filling my senses until there was nothing left but me and him.

When I sucked hard on the tip, he moaned again, tightening his fingers in my hair, pulling it hard. I kept one hand on his cock, fisting him and meeting my mouth when I took him deep, resting the other on the thick muscles of his thigh for balance.

“Baby girl,” he rasped, and I reveled in the change in his voice. “That’s it. So fucking good.”

His praise detonated inside me, a hot pulse that sent a full-body shudder through me. My thighs pressed together,desperate for friction, and a muffled whimper slipped past my lips. I swore I felt him twitch against my tongue.

Alek looked down at me, his expression softer than it was when he judged my coffee-making skills but no less devastating. “Is that what you need, baby girl? For me to tell you how good you are?”

My nails dug into his thighs, hard enough to leave marks, but I couldn’t stop myself. My hips shifted restlessly, seeking friction that wasn’t there, my body helpless against the ache his words sparked. My head went light, dizzy, need replacing oxygen.

Yes. Please. Tell me this feels good. Tell me I’m not debasing myself for nothing. Give me something.

I didn’t answer, just redoubled my efforts on his cock.

“So fucking good,” he continued. “You’re breathtaking like this, those perfect tits bouncing as you choke yourself on my cock, so determined to prove yourself, to show me what a good girl you can be for me.”

The truth of his words dug deep into my psyche as I sucked on him, swallowing when I thought I would gag, desperate to take him deeper, faster, harder.

First Cole, then Tristan, now Alek. I was on my knees for men who degraded me, who didn’t respect me, because they were blackmailing me.

“You fight it so hard, baby girl, but we both know this is what you need—to surrender, to let the motor that drives you relax for a moment, to be nothing but a beautiful little cocksucker begging to be used.”

He put words to the sentiment I couldn’t.

“Flawless,” he continued. “My perfect little slut, on your knees not because you have to be, but because you want this.”

I moaned around him, his words loosening the tightness I’d held in my chest for the past two weeks.

“I’m going to take you apart, baby girl, make you give up that perfect control to be my fucktoy. You’re starving for this—to be owned, to be used, to be degraded. Look at you, with your lips wrapped around my cock like you’re addicted to it.”

I couldn’t. I wanted to see him lose control, but I began to tire, unused to this action, to this effort, as the adrenaline from our near discovery wore off, as the effects of a sleepless night with Cole and Tristan slowly caught up with me.

I faltered.

“Need some help?” he asked, releasing my hair and cupping my face, halting my frantic movements.

Reluctantly, I pulled off of him, a line of spit connecting his throbbing cock to my lips.