He entered her in one smooth thrust and gave her no time to adjust to his thickness before setting a punishing pace.
It was not the frantic rage of before but a dominant assertion of power.
Each stroke with the condom was a reminder of what she was being denied.
“This is what you get! You get my cock, but not my cum inside you. Not until you learn to obey.”
She took it, sobbing with pleasure and frustration, her body responding to every thrust even as her heart ached for the intimacy of his bare release.
After exquisite torture, he pulled out just before his climax, tore off the condom, and knelt between her legs.
She watched, mesmerized, as he pointed his cock at her quivering sex and erupted with a groan, painting her thighs and her swollen lips with his hot load.
He collapsed after that mighty release, trying to catch his breath.
His cock was semi-hard, seemingly inexhaustible.
But Lena was not done.
If he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted, she’d have to take it herself.
She moved fast over him, facing away from him and sinking onto his cock with a loud cry.
The feeling of him raw inside her was intense, way better than anything she’d taken tonight.
“I didn’t give you permission to sit on my cock!” He spanked her ass.
“Ohh Alex…” She felt his cock growing bigger in her wet heat.
She clenched her walls, squeezing him, and his nails dug tightly into her waist in response.
“Shit! Ride me till I cum,” he grunted the command.
His release was tightening in his lower back, and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
She lifted and lowered herself continuously.
His hands slid around her body.
One circled her clit.
The other found her right breast, fondling the tit.
In no time, a hot, gushing release squirted out from her clit.
“Ahh…” her movements slowed, satisfied and now wanting to take her time with his cock.
“Fuck!” His hands gripped her thighs.
He bounced her on his cock, lifting her halfway before pulling her down hard, over and over.
“That’s how you milk my cock!”
“Yess! Cum in this pussy… give it all to me… I love your cock so much Alexi… make me drip…” she babbled on and on.
One final bounce and he stilled.
His arms locked around her, crushing her to his chest.
He buried his face in her shoulder, teeth sinking in as he poured himself inside her with a ragged cry.
Then he collapsed back.
Lena remained there, taking all of his release.
She eased off him, wincing, and knelt over him, facing away.
Alex licked his lips as he took in the view.
Two fingers parted her pussy lips dripping with his cum.
She saw it in the mirror.
A thick trickle of white seeping from her.
“Now…” he rasped, “this is what a perfectly fucked cunt looks like.”
***
Lena opened her eyes to the same bright lights from last night.
She looked beside her to see the space was empty.
She stretched gracefully but let out a hiss as muscles protested.
The movement made her aware of the dried, sticky patches on her skin—whiskey, sweat, him.
Her eyes landed on the pillow next to hers.
A paper was folded on it.
Sighing, she reached for it;
Stay in the room as long as you want, kitten.
I had to handle something at the office.
Come home to the penthouse when you’re ready.
We’re moving in together — A.”
“Moving in together?
Mmmph!” Lena squeezed the paper and threw it.
“Don’t complicate things Alex. Just fuck me and let me go home.”
She pushed herself up and crawled to the mirrored wall.
Sitting before her own reflection, she spread her legs.
“Shit.”
Her pussy lips were puffy and a deeper shade of pink.
A silvery trail led down her inner thigh.
She used two fingers to gently part herself.
A faint sting made her gasp.
She was so tender.
“My best friend’s cock,” she thought, a hysterical laugh bubbling in her throat.
Who knew almighty Alexi had that kind of fury in him?
Fuck, was she glad she’d finally gotten a taste of what he’d been hiding in those pants.
She examined the reddened prints on her butt, and it felt like a badge of honor.
She wished, absurdly, she had a video just for her.
To remember the exact moment her defiance cracked and she became pure, begging need.
Eventually, she slipped on a gray dress hanging on a chair and stepped out.
The club was quiet.
She’d taken only two steps when a figure emerged from a service door.
“Lena. A word.” Glinda’s expression was far from her usual cool professionalism.
Someone must have pissed her off.
“Glinda. Morning,” Lena said, and yawned.
“You put on quite a show last night.”
“Aww, thanks.”
“I don’t appreciate it.”
“Oh?” The words caught her off guard.
“You grabbed a very influential VIP and rubbed your body all over him, without his permission,” Glinda’s lips pursed.
“And your outfit. Nipples and crotches must always be covered. It’s a basic rule of decorum.”
Lena stared, then a laugh escaped her.
“Since when?
First, the garlic man and I had fun together.
Dude even came in his pants.
Second, this is Zentharis.
It’s not a strip, sex, or BDSM club because those names are limiting.
It’s a club with endless possibilities, which means if I want to walk in stark naked with no mask, I can.
If I want to be fucked in front of every exclusive member, I can.
I can do whatever I want, as long as it’s within the club’s walls and consensual.
That’s the whole point.”
“The point is to maintain an atmosphere of sophisticated fantasy.”
“My fantasy last night was public lewdness,” Lena shot back, her patience thinning.
“And it was sophisticated as hell.”
“You think because you’re sleeping with the owner, you can do whatever you want??”
Ah, there it was.
The jab Lena had been waiting for.
“I see someone is jealous. You could also get to see how crazy he is in bed if you wait for your turn, you know.”
The two women stood in tense silence for a long moment.
Glinda’s shoulders finally slumped a fraction.
“Look. I’m just avoiding unnecessary paperwork.”
Lena’s anger deflated too.
Glinda was just doing her job, true.
“I understand, but it was consensual. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Glinda sighed faintly.
“Fine.
Hopefully he doesn’t use this against us.
I hired a junior manager while you were gone.”
“Ohh…
n-new manager?” Something hard rose in Lena’s throat.
A part of her thought that when Alex said ‘I’m giving it back to you,’ he also meant an actual position in Zen.
‘Surely he knows Glinda is hiring someone, why didn’t he recommend me?’
“That’s great! They’ll be a great help,” she forced cheerfulness.
“Him.
He is a man.
He has experience with high-end clubs in Dubai.”
“Ah.
Good luck.
Can’t wait to meet him!”
She paced the length of her living room, thinking of how to bring up the topic with Alex.
What should she even ask for?
A managerial position at Zentharis, or a higher spot at Vosstech compared to her previous marketing role?
“Whatever, whatever.” Time to prepare and go see Alex.
***
“Hello Megan,” Lena greeted, cat walking
“Uh, Lena, Alex is about to-”
“I know, I won’t be long.” She entered Alex’s office without knocking.
“…Mr. Kingston, you need to give VossTech a chance. The CEO himself is giving you the assurance—” Alex froze when he spotted Lena standing at the door.
He trailed his eyes from hers to her cleavage barely covered by her very short blazer-dress.
And ohh those legs.
“You know what? Can you at least allow a meeting with my marketing team?” Alex asked, while stretching a hand to Lena.
“If you are still not convinced after meeting them, then I guess we were never meant to work together.”
The call was over by the time Lena took his hand in hers.
He pulled her to his body, one hand swiftly resting on her waist.
“Hello Kitten,” he grinned, and then kissed her lightly.
“Something smells delicious.”
“That must be the present I got you.”
“Oh?” His eyes darted to the lunch bag by her side.
“Did you make my favorite pasta?”
“P-pasta? Yeah, that’s what’s in the bag… but that’s not your present, Mister.”
She stepped back and lowered herself onto his desk.
He watched as she unbuttoned her dress and flew it wide open.
Alex gasped.
“Lena!” He quickly closed the blazer.
“I have a meeting in five minutes, come on.”
She slapped his hand and opened her chest again.
Her breasts stood free and naked, except for pink colored pasties this time.
“Here…” she wiggled her chest.
“Unwrap your present…”
“Lena…”
“…Or I won’t leave.”
“Lena…” he sighed, one hand moving to stroke her hair.
“If I touch you right now, I won’t be able to stop before the meeting starts.”
“That’s a fucking lie,” Lena shook his hand off her head.
“Just admit it Alex, I can take it.”
“I’m sorry, admit what?”
Lena looked away.
He turned her jaw to face him again, and his own jaw dropped when he saw the tears in Lena’s eyes.
“Lena…
Oh my god…
what did I do?”
“You don’t like my breasts, right?”
“WHAT?!”
“You never complimented it last night-”
“Lena-”
“You even sucked only one-”
“Please stop-”
“Now you are refusing to-”
He swallowed her words with a kiss.
“You are a manipulative little slut…”