On Her Knees by Jenika Snow

8

Karina had left the party with Viktor, her employer, her nerves waging war inside of her. She wanted him, but she was also afraid of these feelings. They were strong, consuming, and she didn’t know how this would end.

She wasn’t a virgin, but she also didn’t want to be a notch in his bedpost.

Now she stood in his apartment, the lavishness what she’d expected given his position in life. He removed his jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch. The lights were on, but were dimmed, making everything seem hazy and dream-like.

They stood across from each other, only several feet apart, neither speaking, neither moving. Her heart was beating fast and hard, her nerves right at the surface.

The arousal that she’d felt when Viktor had touched her consumed every part of her. She still felt his hands on her, felt the heat, the arousal... the control and power. The last thing he’d said before they left was he wanted her naked in his room, and on her knees sucking his cock.

That’s all she had been thinking about on the limo ride to his place, all that kept her from saying anything else.

You’re really doing this.

Karina was still so wet for him, embarrassingly so.

“Come here, Karina,” he said and held his hand out. She moved to him without fault, slipped her hand in his, and he pulled her into the hardness of his body. He was so muscular, the tendons and sinew so pronounced that she felt so feminine with him.

“You remember what I said I wanted from you before we left?”

God, yes.

Karina nodded.

Clenching her thighs together because she was so wet it was almost uncomfortable, she closed her eyes and just tried to focus.

“Are you ready to do that, Karina? Are you ready to be mine?” She nodded again.

He led them out of the living room, down a hallway, and finally they were in his bedroom. It smelled like him: woodsy, masculine, erotic. He let go of her hand and moved over to the edge of the bed but didn’t sit down. Instead he undid the button of his slacks, his focus on her while he did it. He pulled the zipper down slowly, as if he wanted to make it last. “Come here.”

She did as he said, and when she stood in front of him, only a foot separating them, he reached out and slipped the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders. He then went to her side, found the zipper and pulled that down.

She clenched her arms to her sides, holding the dress up and feeling every part of her tense and shake.

“I want to see you. Let the dress fall, Karina.” His voice was so hard, so controlled and commanding that she found herself doing what he said instantly.

When the dress fell to the floor, pooling around her feet, she couldn’t think, let alone breathe. She wore only a pair of panties, and the chilled air moved along her exposed breasts. His focus was on her chest, and when she glanced down she saw his straining erection.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Karina.”

And she believed him. By the tone in his voice, his hard cock, and the way he looked at her, she knew he was being genuine.

He removed his shirt and tossed it aside, and then got rid of his pants. There he stood in nothing at all, his cock huge, and making her mouth dry. For a few seconds all she could do was stare at him. His skin had this golden hue, and his body was so defined she didn’t think a man could be so muscular.

He had no hair on his chest except for the dark trail that started right below his navel and met with the trimmed thatch of hair surrounding his monster dick.

“Take the panties off, Karina.”

She found herself doing just that, and before she knew it, she was standing there just as naked as he was.

Of course, she had dreamed about this moment, but she’d never admit that, not to him, or even to herself out loud.

He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her. He was like steel between his thighs, thick and long, and the drop of pre-cum at the tip told her exactly how worked up he was.

“I said come here, Karina.”

She moved toward him, her knees feeling like they’d buckle. “On your knees, baby.”

With slightly shaky legs, she lowered herself to the ground.

Looking up at him, his cock between them, the tip becoming more covered with pre-cum, she knew this man would forever change something in her.

For a second all he did was look at her face, but then as the time ticked by he lowered his gaze to her breasts. Her nipples were so hard, but they felt like they got even harder the longer he stared at her.

He reached out and smoothed his hands over her chest, and she tried to control her breathing, the pleasure already mounting.

“How turned on are you, Karina?” he asked in a low voice.

“Really turned on.”

“Is your cunt wet?”

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

He squeezed her breasts more roughly, and a gasp left her. The discomfort was immediately replaced by a pleasure that shocked her.

Viktor grinned, but it was a little ruthless in appearance. “Tell me where you want my cock,” he said in a deep, sandpapery growl.

She licked her lips and dug her nails into the flesh of his thighs.

“In my pussy.”

He made this gruff noise. “Where else?”

“In my mouth,” she said softer.

“Anywhere else, baby?”

A moment of silence stretched between them. She still didn’t respond.

“How about in that nice, big ass of yours?”

Her pulse raced at his words. “If that’s where you’d like to fuck me.” God, where did that come from?

“You know exactly what to say to have me nearly coming right now, Karina.” He removed his hands from her breasts, but instead of letting her do what he wanted, he slipped his hand right between her thighs. Viktor spread her pussy lips with his fingers, smearing her cream around and having her dig her nails even further into his flesh.

He continued to run the pads of his fingers through her folds, not speaking, not even showing emotion. She was already on the verge of coming, and holding still for his ministrations was damn hard.

He pulled his fingers away, the digits glossy with her arousal. Viktor brought them to his mouth, his eyes locked on hers, and licked them clean. Before she could even comprehend anything, he had her pulled close to him, had his lips latched on to hers, and fucked her mouth like she knew he’d be doing to her pussy.

She braced her hands on the bed to steady herself, to take his erotic onslaught. She wanted more, so much more that she was drowning in it.

The way he mouth-fucked her, pushing his tongue between her lips, moving it along hers and mixing her taste with his, was enough to make her drunk. He groaned deeply, a sound so masculine and arousing she felt a fresh gush of moisture leave her pussy.

“Suck my dick,” he said against her mouth, pulling away and looking down at her.

Reaching out and running her fingers along the straining length of his cock, she wrapped her hand around the impressive girth. He was hot and hard, and the moment she wrapped her fingers fully around him, he grunted in pleasure.

“That’s it, Karina. Give it a nice squeeze.”

She did as he said, adding pressure and feeling his shaft jerk in her grip.

“You see how hard you make me?” His eyes were half-lidded, his voice rough like sandpaper.

She nodded and licked her lips.

“I’m hard like this only for you, baby.”

Leaning forward, she parted her lips, needing to have his dick in her mouth. He slid his hand along her cheek and gripped her, forcing her to look at him.

“Suck. My. Dick.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his demanding tone. She needed to stop thinking about this and just do it.

“I want your pretty pink lips stretched wide around my dick, and I want you sucking on me until I come down the back of your throat.” He slid his hand in her hair, wound the strands in his fist, and yanked her forward until the tip of his cock brushed her bottom lip.

Karina parted her lips and took the crown of him into her mouth without any more hesitation. Instantly the salty flavor of his cum exploded on her tongue.

He was smooth yet hard like steel. A soft sound escaped her, a noise she would have never been able to hold back even if she’d tried. Karina was too worked up, too hot and wet for this man. The sooner she sucked him off, the sooner he’d fuck her and put out this inferno inside of her.

“Yeah.” He grunted that lone word out and tightened his hold on her hair. “Suck my fucking cock like you’re greedy for my cum.”

The longer she had his cock in her mouth, the more she wanted to have him touching her, kissing her... fucking her. She wanted his fingers holding on to her tight enough she had bruises in the morning. Karina was drunk on the sensation he brought out in her, on the feelings she’d tried to push away for a long time.

She’d wanted him but had also found herself strong enough to keep them back, to do her job and not let them control her.

But she was losing this battle now, and all it had taken was a party, a look from Viktor, and the dominance and control that poured from him to surround her. She wanted to submit to him, to do what he said, not because he deemed it so and she was scared, but because she wanted to do it.

It turned her on just thinking about being his in every way. She wanted to surrender to him, to let this man that held so much power touch her, be with her in a way she’d never experienced before.

Hollowing out her cheeks, Karina tried to suck as much of him into her mouth as she could. But his cock was huge, and every time the tip hit the back of her throat she couldn’t help the slight gag reflex that kicked in.

Her eyes watered, her pussy was wet, and the gruff sounds coming from Viktor spurred her on.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his dick and worked her hand up and down the length she couldn’t reach. Her clit tingled, throbbed, and she wanted to reach down and touch herself so badly. But instead she curled her nails into the bed and kept sucking his dick.

He tugged on her hair occasionally, the slight sting fueling her arousal.

She liked that bit of pain mixed with her pleasure and wanted more of it.

Picking up her speed because she wanted him to come, to shoot his load right down her throat, Karina renewed her efforts and curled her fingers around the base of his shaft harder. He hissed, and she moaned at the fact she’d gotten under his skin, so to speak. He was always in control, but right now she held power.

The feel of him under her tongue, smooth, hot, and hard, had her clenching her thighs together even more, trying to give some relief to her pussy and clit. She wanted to come, too, but she wanted his cock inside of her when she did. Her mind and body were on the same wavelength, though.

Both wanted to give in to this man until nothing else mattered.

And she would have that power over him, because no matter how strong Viktor was, it was clear even the strongest fell.