Chapter 6 6.Yes, Master

At first, she thought he was joking, what kind of a man is he?

He smacked her giving her the same order and she was left with no other choice but to bark like a dog.

"That's my puppy!!" He gave an evil smirk enjoying her view from the back.

"Come closer!"

She obeyed without arguing and he fingered her for about a minute. He smeared the wetness from his fingertips over her waist. His cold dark eyes looked askance at her, his voice low, "Lick it."

At this moment, Liora realised what he meant by "bed obedience." It turned out he is dominant so she has to be submissive, "Once I get pregnant, this will all be over." She encouraged herself mentally.

She looked down at Dashiell's bulging crotch and reached out to unbuckle his belt. Dashiell's body was well-practised from years of indoor fitness. Her fingers inadvertently touched his belly; it felt firm. The moment she pulled down his trousers, it revealed a small slice of tight musculature.

Plain black briefs encased a rather spectacularly shaped erection in the centre.

Liora's fingers rested on the edge of the briefs, gently pulling them down. His pubic hair was cleanly shaved, his genitals completely exposed. She looked up with some surprise, just in time to meet Dashiell's eyes. His expression was still indifferent, his pupils dark as a pool.

"Give me the hungry look on your face!"

"Yes, master." She bites her lips showing the expression of someone hungry for his dick.

With a sexually cold face, but this thing underneath...

It was extremely hot.

Before this, Liora had only seen Leander's penis, with its pink glans and considerable size. She didn't have much of a reference to compare it to. However, the one in front of her made a stronger impression. The moment it burst out of Dashiell's underwear, only one word flashed through Liora's mind: shocking.

She gestured vaguely with her hand, knowing deep down that she couldn't even bring herself to touch it.

Sitting on her knees between Dashiell's legs, she reached down and circled his penis as if it were red-hot iron. Her palms tingle from the heat; the shaft was too thick for her to circle with one hand. She tentatively licked it.

She continued to hypnotise herself, telling herself it was Leander's penis. She was telling herself she was with Leander.

Her licking movements became familiar. From the glans to the base, she licked meticulously. The tip of her tongue swept over every inch of him. Pre-ejaculatory fluid seeped from the tip, and she hesitated before taking the glans into her mouth, swallowing it inch by inch.

Liora was pinned and struggled. The object in her throat pressed so hard against her that she could barely breathe. She gripped the arms of her office chair, unable to speak before Dashiell grabbed her long hair, forcing her head onto the desk. He then stood, one hand on the desk for support, holding her head in place, pushing further.

"Oooo..." Liora was in pain.

It felt as though her throat was being pierced.

The back of her head repeatedly struck the desk.

When released, she sat on her knees, coughing and struggling to catch her breath.

Dashiell undid his tie, pulled her up, tied her wrists with the tie, and then positioned her on her back in front of the desk. He pressed her hands above her head onto the desk.

Still coughing, she was pulled up by the waist as Dashiell positioned himself behind her and entered her forcefully.

"Oooh ......"

"Moan for me, say the word!!" He commanded her, still hitting her ass continuously, it became so red as she had no other option but to bear the pain.

"Yes master, oh!! Oooh!"

Liora lay prostrate on the desk, not crying, not begging for mercy, just forcing herself to obey his order, as if undergoing a kind of torture, her conscious mind resisting, her body catering.

He tugged at the collar buttons and pressed her lower back vigorously against the desk, his lower belly slamming ferociously.

The computer screen reflected her miserable appearance at the moment, both hands were forced to clasp and press behind her head, two lines of wet tears hung on her white face, she was biting her lip so hard that her lips had already seen blood, her nose was red, the hot tears encased in her eyes crashed and flew out with the movement of his pumping.

Dashiell's impression of Liora is very faint, women are nothing but beauty and ugliness in his eyes, Liora belongs to the category of beauty, but it is not stunning, it is just that the temperament of her body is cool and gentle, and makes her face present a kind of beauty of age.

Dashiel recalled the first time he met Liora with his younger brother, she was so boring, and wondered what her brother saw in her to wife her, and yet, at the moment, this boring woman was biting his cock to the point of arousal.

Liora didn't know why, but Dashiell was fucking harder and harder.

He thrust violently and violently for dozens of strokes, right up to the point where she came with a shuddering orgasm in her loins and belly, her lust dripping down the centre of her legs to the floor.

Liora gasped for breath, physical tears still in her eyes as she was placed in a kneeling position with Dashiell's arms around her waist, her arms clasped around the back of her neck, her legs bent up in a kneeling position, exposing her fleshy red buttocks.

Dashiell reached for the strap and tied her left leg to the arm of the office chair, the cold strap brushed against her skin and Liora shivered down the back of her spine at the coolness, she took her hand off the back of her head and put it in front of her face to look at it, the tie was tied in a dead knot and her wrists were red from the abrasion and the pain of the fire.

She only had time to blow into her wrists before both arms were yanked open by Dashiell and wrapped around the entire back of the chair.

The position was odd, she was sitting on her knees in the office chair with her arms wrapped around the back, her wrists were tied in a dead knot with her tie while her left leg was still strapped to the armrest with a belt.

Sexing with Leander, he never did that to her.

Liora was in a trance for a moment, images of sex with Leander flashing through her mind, he would kiss her, he would stroke her all over, lick her ear, and say wife, make me a baby.

The images in her mind interrupt, she can't see the man behind her moving, the only thing in her sight is the glass-walled cabinet behind her desk with all the honours Dashiell has won.

-- Award for Most Influential Person in Foreign Trade

--Special Dedication Award for Italian Philanthropy

--Vice President of the Spanish Jewellery and Jade Industry Association

She scanned through them in a single glance, and before she could see the fourth one, his sex plunged in, and her vision suddenly went haywire as the long, thick sex stabbed her to the bottom, and she was so aroused that her scalp went numb, and a muffled grunt was forced out of the back of her throat.

Dashiell pinched her thin waist, pumping and thrusting inside her.

She couldn't move a muscle as her hands were hooped to the back of the chair, her left leg was bound with a belt, and her right leg was held down by Dashiell.

Liora was going crazy as she was being fucked, she bit her lip but still grunted a trilling cry out of her nose.

The phone rang suddenly, Liora's nerves tightened, her pussy contracted violently from the tension, and almost immediately she heard a short low gasp from behind her, followed by a rush of hot liquid pouring into her body.

Dashiell had finally cum.

Dashiell unbuckled the belt.

Liora leaned back in the chair for a full minute before pulling her hands back from the chair's backrest. Her wrists were rubbed purple, and she turned to look at her left leg. Because it was trapped on the armrest, her left leg had a blood mark from being constricted.

Kneeling on her knees was both numb and painful. She carefully stood up, and the semen inside her began to flow down. She quickly sat back in the chair.

Her phone started ringing, she was too weak to even try and grab her handbag to bring out her phone, she had no idea who was calling, maybe her mom was trying to reach her again to talk her out of her marriage with her husband.

Dashiell walked to the sofa and unzipped her bag, "You don't have to get my bag."

"I insist, you are my puppy and I am your master!"

"But!!"

He took out the phone from her bag and saw it was a call from Fiammetta.

"I guess my mother has noticed your absence in the house." He gave an evil impression and her heart started beating, what had she gotten herself into?

"Don't answer it, I beg of you!!" She pleases but Without hesitation, he swipes to answer.

TBC