11 Scenes (Eleven, #2)

by Octavia Jensen

I knocked on his door nervously and hugged my folder, then forced a smile the second he yanked it open. “This checklist was very detailed, Sir.” “Did you expect anything less, kitten?” He raised a single eyebrow and let me in, then shut the door behind me a little forcefully. “I was careful not to forget anything.”

“Can I ask why none of them became your subs?” I took a sip and pressed my glasses up the bridge of my nose, watching him closely. “Cheater,” he whispered, smiling so lightly I almost missed it. “You know that thing with the glasses makes me weak. To answer your question, I’m not a good fit for every sub, and vice versa. It’s as simple as that. Today, I want to find out if we’re a good fit.”

I’ve waited a decade for you. If you think I’m letting you go because your kinks aren’t my kinks and mine aren’t yours, you’re delirious. Tell me you understand.”

“Good girl. Then let’s begin with something we already know. We discovered in the elevator that you have a particular liking for a mix of degradation and praise. I need lines, kitten. Limits.”

“As I said, that’s sort of my best-case scenario. But what kind of a man would I be if I forced you into that?” he asked. “You asked me why some of my previous partners weren’t my subs. It’s because I would’ve had to take control from them, and I won’t do that. I need you to willingly give yourself to me.”

What happened in the elevator happened because we thought we were dying, but we’re not dying anymore, kitten. It’s time to live.”

I awoke to his tongue sliding up my most precious area, making me gasp and spread for more. I loved this, loved how much attention and care he gave to me every time we were together, and when I remembered we were going to play today, my eyes darted open. I was finally going to see how bossy this man could really be.

“We’ll see how you feel in five minutes. You’re not permitted to come, kitten. Not until tonight.” He pinned my legs open and sucked my clit, making me groan loudly. “Tonight? What time is it?” Please tell me it’s late as hell. “Quarter to seven,” he said, pulling back just enough to slap my pussy. “The sun just came up. Now stop asking questions, I was busy.” Those fingers slid inside of me rougher than they had before, and I arched off the bed. I could do this, I’d edged before, but all day with him doing shit like that?

I did, however, stop asking questions, and I took what he gave me until I was shaking with the need to let go. “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing my thighs and up my body to my lips. “Wear a skirt today. At eleven thirty, I’ll call you up to my office. Make sure no one sees you.” I growled in frustration as I nodded. “Yep. Comfortable skirt, eleven thirty.” He let me calm down before he helped me stand, and then I kissed him. “What panties should I wear, Sir?” “That part is up to you.” He kissed me a...

Did I want to come on his face, on his cock, on his thigh in his suit before he got to change?

“Your sister. How’s she doing by the way?” I smirked, completely unashamed with my bisexuality while also loving how uncomfortable it made him.

Grant scoffed. “Nice, Bri. Real professional.” He flipped me off and walked away, and I tried and failed to focus back on the evening I’d be having with Harrison when we got home. With my arousal dampened, I was able to get a solid twenty minutes of actual work done. I was so focused I lost track of time, and when I remembered where I had to be, I jumped up and rushed over to the elevator. Getting in this time was harder, but knowing Harrison was in his office waiting for me gave me the push I needed to get inside. Come on, elevator. Be nice and get me to him in the next two minutes or I’ll be late.

“Just in time.” He stepped in behind me and tugged my skirt up above my ass. “No panties, Bri? Beautiful little slut. Were you wet for me down there in your office?” “Fuck yes,” I gasped, opening my legs and reaching out to brace against the door. “Been thinking about you all day. Been so wet for you, Sir.” “Good. You know the rules, kitten. Don’t come.” He knelt behind me, gripping my ass to spread my cheeks and lick my pussy, making my fingers curl painfully when my nails had nothing to hold onto. The fact that this had been a fantasy of mine for years wasn’t lost on me, and knowing I wasn’t allowed to come made it even harder not to. Harrison Stag was on his knees behind me and I wasn’t allowed to make a noise ... it was fucking exhilarating. “S-Sir,” I gasped a few moments later, after a particularly expert swipe of his tongue. “Gonna kill me, let me suck you, please.” He pulled back abruptly. “Get under my desk. You can touch yourself while you taste me, and then I’ll give you a break until after work.” I barely had time to turn around before he was on his feet and fixing his suit jacket on his way to his chair, and I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him. “Yes, Sir.” “Fucking hell, kitten.” He gripped his crotch, waiting until I was right in front of him to let go. “Do you have any idea how good you look on your knees like that? Take my cock out. I’m edging for you too today, so just the tip.” I reached up to take him out, o...

“So beautiful, Briella. Love the way your mouth feels ... touch your pussy for me.” I vibrated his cock with my moan the second my fingers touched my clit. It was so swollen and angry I had to move in slow, gentle circles to ensure I wouldn’t come, and the way he gripped my hair and tugged only made it worse. “My good little slut. Always happier with a cock in your mouth, aren’t you?” he growled. “More. Take more.”

It made me whimper and still, reeling myself in from almost losing complete control. “Stop,” he breathed, pulling me off and squeezing the base of his cock. “Two more, kitten. One before we leave and one the minute you get to my house tonight.”

“Hold on tight, kitten. I can hear it vibrating inside of you ... does it feel good? Is it touching you in all the right places, making you soak the records you were proofing?” He flicked his tongue over my earlobe. “Bet that’ll be hard for my beautiful little slut to explain, won’t it?”

Whoever it was moved on, and Harrison kissed across my jaw to my cheeks and lips. “Good girl.” He put me back on my desk long enough to remove the vibe, then sucked it clean with a low moan before tucking it back into his pocket. “Straight to my house after work. I’ll edge you one more time with my tongue, then give you what you want.” “Can’t wait. Will you breed me again, Sir?” I reached out for him, craving his touch more with each time he edged me. “Yes,” he said honestly, sliding his hand just under my shirt to touch my skin. “Breathe for me now, kitten. Tell me one thing you love about yourself.” I knew he was just checking my headspace, so I focused on his question for a moment before I answered. “I like how dedicated I am to the things that are important to me.” “That’s my good girl. Now finish your work and I’ll see you later, hm? We’re almost there.”

WALKING UP TO HIS HOUSE was even more difficult than the last time. My legs felt weak and shaky until I was naked and collapsing onto his bed, and when he walked in I thought my skin was on fire. “Sir...” “There she is,” he crooned. “My gorgeous little fucktoy. How badly do you need me, kitten?” “So bad I’m already dripping. Want you to use me, baby. Use me and bruise me.”

No, he made me watch as he stripped slowly, folding every piece of clothing he took off. I had to lay there, stone still, as he stroked himself looking at my body and climbed up between my legs, and the command not to come yet was clear as he spit on my cunt and licked it back up.

“I know.” He took me apart until I was shaking and begging him to fuck me, then rolled me over and pushed me into the mattress as he shoved my legs together and lined the tip of his cock up. “You did it, kitten. You made it through today ... now come for me.” I cried out in relief as he pushed inside of me, and even louder when he gripped my wrists from behind and started pounding into me. It was everything I needed and more, everything I’d been missing in my life, and I let my eyes roll and enjoyed the ride. “Hear how fucking wet you are? God, you were dying for my cock, huh?” He snapped his hips harder, pulling me back with each thrust until I couldn’t breathe anymore. “Sir!” I yelled, seconds before I came all over his cock and dug my nails into his wrist. It felt like my orgasm would never end, not when he praised me for squeezing him so tight, when he shifted to lean forward and fuck me into the mattress, when he whispered in my ear that he was going to claim me. My thoughts were as erratic as my heartbeat, stopping me from asking what that meant until he spilled inside of me and held there, making sure not a drop leaked out. “You’re mine, Briella Lewis. All mine.”

“Good.” He traced his fingers down my side and over my exposed stomach, stopping just shy of where I wanted him. “And you’re still on board with the endgame we discussed, right? I make my good girl come until she falls asleep then breed her sleeping body?” “Fuck yes,” I gasped, because that question had no right being so hot. “Breed her deep please.”

He rolled me onto my stomach and dragged his tongue down my spine as he spread me open. “Then don’t hold back. Show me what you look like when you’re sated and weak, kitten. I want it all.” His tongue, that tongue, danced over my ass and down to my pussy, sliding inside me as he propped my hips up to give himself better access.

“Good girl,” he growled, dropping me back to my stomach and sliding two fingers inside of me. “Again.” “Yes, Sir. Fuck!” I pushed back onto his thick, skillful fingers and then rolled my hips. “I love your cock, but even your fingers feel so damn good.” “You’ll get that soon,” he promised, curling his fingers and biting my upper thigh. “Or maybe we’ll just use your dildo.” My body twitched in pleasure as I felt myself nearing that glorious edge once again. “Please ... has your slut been a good girl?” “Let me see.” He left me empty for a moment as he sucked his fingers, something I only got a chance to hear. “Yes,” he muttered, spanking me twice and fingering me again. “Always so wet for me, Briella. How many years did you hide this from me? How many times did the sight of me make you wet? Did you know then that one day you’d be little more than a doll used for my pleasure?” “Fucking shit!” I came, groaning loud with my release as I clenched around his thick digits. “Yes, Sir. Always wet for you, wanted you all over our office.”

He hummed, curling his fingers and sliding them out to force them into my mouth. “Suck, Briella. Taste yourself, let me feel your tongue.” I sucked them like they were his cock, drool dripping down my chin as he moved them in and out of my mouth, and I was so close to begging for his cock it was painful. “Good girl. My beautiful Briella ... my perfect little slut. Tell me your color and one thing you love about yourself.” “Green,” I cried, attempting to suck his fingers right back in but I knew him, and he wouldn’t let this go until I checked in, so I blurted out the first thing I could think of. “I love my hair.” “I don’t blame you, it’s gorgeous.” He leaned down to kiss me, then smiled almost devilishly as he pulled his cock out. “All fours, kitten. You want fucked like a whore, I’ll fuck you like a whore.” “I do, Sir. I’m your dirty little whore.” I got on my hands and knees and wiggled my ass at him, earning me a sharp slap then five peppered kisses over my skin. “Say it again.” He shoved inside of me, bottoming out in one move, and his thrusts were so sharp and rough that talking at all was almost impossible. “I’m y-your dirty little whore, all yours to use a— oh, fuck, that feels so good!” I let my face fall against the mattress as he took what he needed from me, and he dragged not one but two orgasms out of me before pulling my knees out from under me and fucking me into the mattress. “So fucking wet for me, kitten. Never want to leave this pussy.” He wrapped a hand...

I tensed as my dildo slid inside of my abused cunt, but the sound of him using his spend as lube had my body fully on board. “Do you hear that, Briella? Do you hear my come? My little slut loves it, doesn’t she? Such a good girl, so needy to be filled up.” I wasn’t in any place to argue. I’d never been used so crudely before and I was already addicted to it. He fucked me with my dildo until I was squirting all over it, but it was obvious he still wasn’t done. The second i...

“I know that. Don’t stop, kitten. Ride it like you’d ride me. I want you to come all over it then lick it clean while you take my cock again.”

When I came, I allowed my eyes to close and I rode those delicious waves until my legs couldn’t move any more. I pulled off with a whimper, moving around to suck that still-suctioned dildo, and the second it was in my throat Harrison’s cock was pushing back inside of me. I felt so full, so used, and that alone had me coming again with a choked-off sob. He fucked me brutally until I couldn’t take it anymore, tears blurring my vision, and I was so out of it I hardly registered myself slumping against the floor.

Slowly, I touched her hips, her sides, the smooth skin on her pussy, admiring every inch of her body. “So beautiful, Briella,” I whispered, carefully lifting one of her legs to push it forward. It gave me just enough space to line my aching cock up and slide back into her, and this time, I was gentle. I didn’t want to wake her, not yet. I wanted her to wake up on her own with my come dripping down her thighs and reminding her that she belonged to me, that she was mine, and to know that she couldn’t escape me even in sleep. Over and over, I eased in and dragged my cock back slowly as I bent to kiss her skin. I teased her nipples with my teeth and flicked my tongue across her bottom lip, and even in her sleep, she opened for me. That single, small act of complete submission had me snapping — I licked into her mouth and held her chin as I fucked her faster, and I couldn’t breathe as I spilled inside her pliant, limp body. Part of me thought she woke up during that and simply didn’t tell me, and most of me hoped she hadn’t — but either way, as I laid down behind her and fingered my come a little deeper inside of her, I whispered praises in her ear just in case. “So perfect for me, kitten. So worth the wait ... and when you wake up, I’m going to spoil you. A bubble bath, food, a massage ... you’ve earned it all and then some. My beautiful little Bri. I’ll never get enough.”

I knew seeing me stripping naked would kill him, and I wasn’t disappointed as I watched the bulge grow in his light grey sweats. “Yes, sweetheart. Just like that. Make sure you’re nice and loose. I might have you tied up for a while and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Good girl. You’re gorgeous, Briella. Will you leave your glasses on for me?” I nodded. “If they start fogging up, can you take them off for me?” “Of course.” Harrison nodded, stepping in to help me stretch a little further. “That’s my girl. Are you ready?”

“I see flushed skin just warming up for what you really need. I see straining muscles and—” teeth grazed my nipple right before he started sucking, and I barely had time to get used to the sensation before he slapped my soaked pussy and made me moan — “a pulse point I want to sink my fucking teeth into. I see a responsive, perfectly submissive, gorgeous, beautiful little slave.” Each word was accentuated by another slap, another jolt of pleasure that had my knees weak. “Does my gorgeous little whore want it here?” he asked, lightly grazing my cheek, and I nodded quickly with a sharp breath.

he did too when he slapped my cunt again. “I see something that’s mine,” he continued. “Mine to break, mine to fix, mine to love. Mine to bruise and kiss and praise and degrade and own.” The faint scraping sound of him picking up that flogger reached my ears just in time to brace myself, but the first crack had my body bowing and a whimper escaping my lips. “Harder, Sir! Please!” He struck me again.