Viktor pulled his fingers from my mouth with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva connected my lip to his fingertips for a second before it broke. He looked down at me, eyes dark and burning with that commanding heat I had come to crave.
“If you want the tease to stop,” he said, voice rough and dominant, “you will have to admit how much you want this.”
I did not wait. I leaned down, wrapped my lips around the thick head of his cock, and took him in deep. My nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base as I swallowed him whole in one smooth motion. The stretch burned in the best way, filling my throat until I could barely breathe. I looked up at him through my lashes, eyes watering, silently daring him to take more.
Viktor’s hands reached the back of my head. Strong fingers threaded into my hair and pressed me forward, holding me there as he thrust into my mouth. “Look at you, Lennox.”
He fucked my face with steady, controlled strokes. The wet gawk gawk sounds filled the room every time he pushed deep. Saliva spilled from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto the sheets. He groaned low, hips rolling with that powerful rhythm that made my own cock throb untouched between my legs.
“You want it so bad,” he growled, voice thick with lust, “but you cannot really say the words.”
He fucked my face harder. Gawk gawk gawk. The sounds were filthy and loud in the quiet suite. His balls slapped against my chin with every thrust. I gagged and moaned around him, tears streaming, but I loved every second of it. I loved the way he used my mouth like it belonged to him. I loved the way my body surrendered even while my mind tried to keep up the sarcasm.
My mouth filled with thick saliva. It spilled out around his cock, messy and obscene. I pulled back gasping, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to the glistening head. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand and looked up at him, voice hoarse but still sarcastic.
“It is hard to speak when you have that thing in your mouth.”
Viktor smiled, slow and dangerous. “Open.”
I opened my mouth wide. He pushed his cock back in instantly, sliding deep until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes again. He fucked my face with renewed force.
Gawk gawk gawk.
The sounds were filthy and loud in the quiet suite. His balls slapped against my chin with every thrust. I gagged and moaned around him, tears streaming, but I loved every fucking second of it.
His cock tasted like pure sin, salty pre cum coating my tongue with every shallow thrust while the musky warmth of his skin filled my mouth. I looked up at him through watery eyes and saw the way his body moved, powerful hips rolling forward in controlled waves, carved abs flexing tight with each push, broad pecs bouncing slightly as his chest heaved. Viktor stared down at me the entire time, eyes locked on mine, dark and possessive, watching every tear that slipped down my cheek and every inch of his thick cock disappearing between my desperate lips. I kept my gaze on him, submissive and hungry, silently telling him I would take anything he gave me as long as he kept looking at me like that.
But just when I was starting to enjoy the heavy weight of his cock filling my mouth, the salty taste of him coating my tongue and the way my throat stretched so perfectly around him, Viktor pulled out suddenly with a wet pop.
Before I could catch my breath he pushed me onto my back on the bed. I adjusted quickly, spreading my legs wide as he towered over me completely naked and powerful. This was Viktor Volkov, the man behind Volkov Security, the one who barked orders in boardrooms and made entire empires tremble with a single glance, now lying here in all his glory with every carved muscle on display and his thick cock pointing straight at me like a weapon ready to ruin me. The same man who had blackmailed me into this life was now the one about to fuck the shit out of me, at least until I finally admitted how badly I wanted it. I laughed inside my head at the sheer insanity of it all. Pathetic, Kai. You spent a lot of time hating this rich, controlling bastard, and now you are lying here spread open for him like you were made for it.
He leaned down and kissed me. The kiss was dominant and possessive, his large hands cupping my face firmly as his tongue pushed deep into my mouth, claiming every inch with slow, deliberate strokes that left me moaning against him. He tasted like power and heat, like the man who had controlled my life from the moment he sent that first message. When he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was a low growl against my lips.
“I am not fucking you until you admit it, Lennox.”
I laughed, breathless and shaky, even while my body trembled with need. This banter was so fucking hot. I had been fucked by dominant men before. Hell, my ex Andrew was really dominant. But this was something different. This was a kind of dominance that made me want to submit. Willingly. Completely. It made my stomach flip and my hole clench with anticipation.
Viktor moved down my body, eyes locked on mine with that intense stare that pinned me in place. He took my cock into his mouth for the first time. The wet heat enveloped me completely. I gasped, shocked.
“Shit boss, I wasn’t expecting this at all.”
He sucked me deep, looking up at me the entire time. His tongue swirled around the head, then took me to the back of his throat like it was nothing. I laughed through a moan, hips bucking up into his mouth on their own. If only my hacker friends could see this. Viktor fucking Volkov on his knees sucking my cock. What the actual fuck. The thought made me laugh again even while my body shook with pleasure.
Viktor edged me hard. He brought me right to the edge, sucking faster, tongue working the underside, then pulled off with a wet pop every single time I got close. I was shaking, hips chasing his mouth desperately, begging without words.
He moved lower. Kissed my balls, sucked them into his mouth one by one. Then he went further down. He pulled my legs up and rested them on his muscular shoulders. His mouth found my hole. The first slow drag of his tongue made me moan out loud. He licked me open, tongue circling the tight ring before pressing inside. His beard scratched the sensitive skin around my hole, adding that perfect burn. I moaned like a bitch for the same man I swore I hated. The same man who had blackmailed me and owned every second of my life. And I loved it. I loved every filthy second of it.
“Shit boss… uh… fuck… Viktor…”
His tongue fucked deeper. Two fingers joined, stretching me open while his mouth worked me relentlessly. I was a moaning mess, hips grinding back against his face, completely lost in the pleasure.
Viktor pulled back just enough to spit directly onto my hole, the warm saliva landing with a wet sound that made my cock jump hard against my stomach. He watched it drip down my crack for a second before he rubbed it in with two thick fingers, pushing them inside me again in one smooth motion. The stretch burned so good I could not stop the broken moan that tore from my throat. My cock flopped heavily onto my belly, leaking steadily now, a long string of pre cum connecting the tip to my skin and stretching every time my hips bucked.
Viktor curled his fingers inside me. He spat again, adding more wetness, and worked a third finger in slowly, scissoring them apart while his tongue flicked around the stretched rim. The wet sounds were obscene, his beard scratching my sensitive skin with every movement, and I could feel myself opening up for him completely.
He kept going, relentless and precise, fucking me with those three fingers while his tongue pressed flat against my hole, licking around them in slow circles. My cock was throbbing now, slapping wetly against my stomach with every thrust of his hand, leaving shiny trails of pre cum across my skin. I could not stop moaning his name, hips rolling back to meet every push, completely lost in the filthy rhythm he set.
“Shit Viktor…”
Viktor looked up at me from between my legs, eyes dark and satisfied, watching every reaction like he was memorizing exactly how to break me. The sight of his face glistening with spit made my cock twitch even harder. I hated how much I loved it. Hated how desperate I sounded. But I could not stop pushing back against his fingers, chasing that deep pressure that made my whole body shake.
Viktor finally pulled off. He wiped his mouth and looked down at me, eyes dark and commanding.
“Your hole is prepped and opened up. Are you ready to admit now, Lennox?
Viktor pulled his fingers from my hole. A thin string of his saliva connected my hole to his fingertips for a second before it broke. He looked down at me, eyes dark and burning with that commanding heat I had come to crave.
I hesitated, breathing hard, a shaky smile tugging at my lips even as my body trembled with need. “C’mon boss… are you really going to make me say it?”
Viktor laughed, low and cocky, the sound rolling through his chest like thunder. He wrapped his hand around his heavy cock and tapped it against his own palm a couple of times, the wet smack loud in the quiet room. Then he tapped the thick head against my hole, teasing the sensitive rim with slow, deliberate strokes that made my breath hitch.
“I am not going to make you do anything, Lennox,” he said, voice rough with dominance. “You are going to beg for it.”
I stared at his big cock, heart hammering. “Shit… you are really going to make me take all of that?”
I hate how badly I want this, I thought. I hate that I am about to beg the man who owns me. But fuck it… I need him inside me. I need to feel every thick inch stretching me open until I cannot think straight.
Viktor kept teasing, sliding the wet head of his cock right against my hole, pressing just enough to make me clench around nothing. The anticipation was killing me.
“Fuck it,” I whispered, then paused for a second, letting the words build on my tongue. In my best dramatic, acting tone I finally said, “Mr. Viktor Volkov… pleaseeee fuck me.”
Viktor laughed again, deep and satisfied. “Can’t hear you, Lennox.”
I dragged my body down a few inches, my ass pressing right against the head of his cock, feeling the hot, blunt pressure right there at my entrance. “Please boss… I am begging you.”
Viktor’s eyes darkened with pure lust. “Good fucking boy, Kai.”
He puckered his lips and let a thick string of saliva fall directly onto the head of his cock while it rested right at my hole. The cold spit dripped down over my rim. He smeared it slowly with his thumb, eyes locked on mine the entire time, spreading the slickness around my entrance with deliberate care.
“Are you really not going to use any lube, boss?” I asked, voice shaky.
Viktor smirked, still rubbing the head of his cock against me. “That’s it. Take it like a good boy.”
He pushed in extremely gently and very slowly, letting the thick head breach me first. I felt every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper, stretching me open with a slow, burning fullness that made my eyes flutter shut and my mouth fall open in a silent moan. He kept going, inch after careful inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside me, his heavy balls resting against my ass. The stretch was overwhelming, perfect, almost too much, and yet I never wanted it to end. My inner walls clenched around him, adjusting to the massive girth, and a broken whimper slipped from my throat.
“Fuck… I want it,” I admitted in a shaky, submissive voice. “I want your cock so bad, Viktor.”
Viktor stayed buried deep, not moving yet, just letting me feel him. He leaned down, lips brushing my ear as he started to move slow and deep, still controlled, rolling his hips in long, deliberate strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me.
“Yeah boy, take it,” he murmured, voice low and praising. “Take every inch like the good assistant you are.”
I was already losing myself in the rhythm, hips rocking back to meet him, when the bratty side of me flared up again. “Harder, boss,” I gasped, trying to sound defiant even while my voice cracked. “Or is this all the great Viktor Volkov has?”
Viktor smirked down at me, eyes gleaming with dark amusement, but he did not speed up. Not yet. He kept the slow, deep pace, making sure I felt every single thrust as he dragged his thick cock almost all the way out and sank back in again, stretching me open over and over.
I was trembling beneath him, cock leaking steadily onto my stomach, completely at his mercy. And I had never felt more alive.
Viktor stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock pulsing with heat as he fucked me with slow, deliberate strokes. He smirked down at me, eyes gleaming with pure satisfaction while he dragged his big dick almost all the way out, letting the head catch on my rim for a teasing second before sliding back in again. Every time his cock slipped free for even a heartbeat, my body clenched around nothing, aching for the fullness, and he would push back inside with that same torturous patience. The slow drag of every vein and ridge against my walls made my toes curl and my breath come in shaky gasps. He was in no hurry. He wanted me to feel every single inch of him, wanted me to know exactly who was in control.
I tested his patience again, voice hoarse but still laced with that familiar sarcasm. “C’mon boss. You don’t have to go easy on me. I know you can fuck like a beast.”
Viktor smirked, but he did not reply with words. Instead he dragged me toward the edge of the bed in one smooth motion, his strong hands gripping my hips. He stood at the edge, lifted one of my legs over his broad shoulder, leaned down, adjusted the angle, and slid his cock back in deep. The new position opened me up even more, letting him sink to the hilt with a single powerful thrust. I laughed breathlessly, the sound breaking into a moan as the fullness hit me all at once. “Oh shit. Oh shit. There he is… the great Mr. Volkov.”
He turned it into dominant, manly, hard pounding. Deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed shake beneath us. Each slam of his hips drove his thick cock into me with relentless force, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the suite. My own cock bounced hard on my abs with every thrust, slapping against my stomach and leaving shiny strings of precum that stretched and broke with every movement. I was moaning loud now, completely lost in the rhythm, fully submissive as I took everything he gave me. My hands gripped the sheets, while my body rocked back to meet his powerful strokes.
Viktor leaned down very close, face to face, his cock still buried deep inside me. Our faces were inches apart. I chased his lips, trying to kiss him, leaning up desperately. He pulled back just enough to deny me, then I chased again, lips parted and needy. On the third try he finally held my face in one large hand, stopping me. Instead of kissing me he licked my lips teasingly, slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing the seam of my mouth while I whimpered beneath him, fully submissive and trembling with want.
“If I can turn a cocky little assistant like you into this desperate, dripping mess begging for my cock,” he murmured against my lips, voice low and cocky, “imagine what else Mr. Volkov can do.”
I smiled up at him, eyes hazy with pleasure, completely lost in the feeling of him stretching me open. Viktor finally leaned in and kissed me dominantly, his tongue claiming my mouth while he kept pounding hard and deep, hips snapping with that powerful rhythm that made my whole body shake.
The climax built fast. My cock bounced wildly on my stomach with every brutal thrust, precum oozing out in thick, sticky strings that leaked across my skin and smeared between us. Viktor’s pace never slowed. He fucked me harder, deeper, the bed creaking loudly under us as he drove into me again and again. I was moaning into his mouth, body arching, completely at his mercy.
I came hard, shaking violently as my cock pulsed and spilled all over my own stomach and across Viktor’s defined abs in hot, messy ropes. The orgasm crashed through me, leaving me trembling and gasping against his lips. Viktor followed moments later, burying himself as deep as he could go with a low, guttural groan.
“Mm—fuck… yeah…”
He came in long, powerful spurts, flooding my insides with warm cum that filled me completely. He kept thrusting through it, slow and deep, milking every last drop into me until I felt full and claimed and utterly owned.
I was still catching my breath when he finally pulled his cock out. A thick trail of his cum dripped from the tip and leaked from my stretched hole. Viktor tapped the head of his cock against my sensitive rim one last time, smearing the mess. “That’s your reward for stealing the AetherLynx files,” he said, voice still rough with satisfaction.
He stood up, his body glistening with sweat and cum, and walked toward the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on echoed through the suite.
I lay there naked on the bed, chest heaving, Viktor’s warm cum slowly leaking out of me onto the sheets in thick, lazy trails. I was overwhelmed, happy, and more sexually satisfied than I had ever been in my life. My body still tingled with the aftershocks of his powerful thrusts, my hole pleasantly sore and full of him, every slow pulse reminding me exactly who had just claimed it so completely. I laughed softly to myself, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed, stupid grin I could not wipe off my face. He fucked the sarcasm right out of me.
Never would I have thought that when Viktor Volkov asked me to be his assistant, getting pounded senseless by him would end up being part of the job description. I am not complaining. Oh boy, not at all. My hole is pretty fucking happy with these little perks of the job. But look at me now, lying naked and wrecked in a luxury hotel suite with Viktor Volkov’s cum still flowing deep inside me, warm and heavy and marking me from the inside out. Yeah, life has a way of playing jokes around, and right now I was laughing right along with it, breathless and blissed out, wondering how the hell I had gone from hating this man to begging him to fuck me senseless.
The shower was still running in the bathroom, the distant sound of water a low, steady reminder that he was just a few steps away. I closed my eyes, letting the afterglow settle deep in my bones. For the first time in a long time, I did not feel like running away from rich tech billionaires. I felt like staying right with him. And that terrified me more than any blackmail ever could.
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