Chapter 17 CHAPTER 17
Alina's POV
"This is why you deserve punishment." He hissed, hands tight in my hair. Buried there as he assaulted me. My mouth.
"Coming in here, acting out... crazy." He grunted, going in and out. Hitting the back of my throat. Raw. Hot. "You deserve to be punished, don't you? Answer me."
"Mmhmm" I moaned deeply in response, his cock not letting a sound slip as he pounded.
"I want to hear you say it." His hands tightened, pulled back. Giving me just a moment to breathe. Cold air flooded into my lungs, vision hazy, mind unable to make sense of anything. Totally out of breath but still, I smiled like crazy. A nasty pool of saliva hanging around my lips, mouth, sides of my face from how he pressed himself against me.
I wanted him back in. Wanted to feel him again, in my mouth, fucking the living day lights out of me.
"I deserve to be punished." I choked out, swallowing. Sitting up more, hands on his waist and pulling him close as I stared up at him. "I deserve it. I deserve all of it. Punish me, please."
My pussy clenched at my words, more juices dripping down. Joining the pool on the floor, underneath my ass. I was soaking, weeping wet. Didn't think it was possible after how he almost sucked out my soul through that same hole, but here we are.
And with that wicked grin on his lips? His hands toying slowly with my hair? Leaning even closer, my back against the couch behind, neck angled out, thighs spreading to accommodate him. The cold air of the room doing more than wonders against my clit.
I couldn't hold back a moan. "Ohhh, please..." I swallowed, "Please fuck my mouth. Fuck ...let me ride your cock with my boobs."
One of his hands palmed my boobs then, squeezing, my head falling back with a silent groan of pleasure when he reached my nipples. The heat of his body consuming me whole. "Please punish me," I begged now, crazed beyond control. "Please punish me, Roman. Everywhere! I want to feel you everywhere."
His cock twitched in my face, I moved to touch it. From the base, feeling how thick and heavy he was, erect and full of pure life. Life I wanted offloaded on me. "Fuck," he hissed darkly, my eyes meeting his. Half lidded, filled with nothing but lust.
His hands gripped harder on my hair, abandoning my boob as he held my head steady. Both hands this time, "You're going to open those eyes while I fuck your dirty little mouth." He said, "You're going to keep them open, else... you're not stepping out of this room."
Hell yeah!
Yes.
I inched closer, wanting to start it all but he held me back. Pulling my hair so my lips parted in surprise, then without a second wasted, he dove straight for my parted lips. My eyes wide from the sudden intrusion, mouth full, the walls of my throat taking the brunt of it.
He didn't even wait for me. Just began pounding my mouth. My hair tight in his both hands, cock buried choke deep into my throat, my nails digging into his waist for dear life.
Rough. Selfish. Merciless.
Exactly what I wanted. What I needed.
He fucked my mouth without restraint, my head angled so good that he entered my throat, thrusting in and out relentlessly. I gagged, my cheeks burned, tears stinging my eyes, rolling down before I could stop them.
It hurt. It burned.
And I wanted more.
His balls slapped continuously at my chin, I had to shut my eyes to take him. Disobeying the rule, meaning I wasn't leaving the room. But I didn't mind at all. I didn't want to leave. Not one bit. I wanted to stay right here, get assaulted. Get fucked over and over, and over and over! Until the burning ache between my thighs completely disappeared.
"Fuck yes. Take it, take all of it. I'm close!" He hissed as he thrust, angling me even more. My breath, nonexistent. Senses, not to be found. Only thing I could process was him. Him in my mouth, filling me up. Filling me to the core, and I ate it all up. Loving how he destroyed me.
"Mhmmm," a moan escaped before I could stop it. Vibrating around his thick cock, deep groans leaving his own lips. My nails dug into his ass behind, holding him firm too, loving this hell of brutality. He went faster, if that was possible. Deeper, my face flush against his rock hard abdomen.
God.
I shut my eyes, tight as he suddenly stopped moving. Held me there, cock twitching in my mouth, choking me, trapping my air, my lips stretched so full around the base of his cock, I gagged. Lungs screamed, my pussy clenched, weeping shamelessly, but he didn't pull away.
Only held me there, buried so deep in my mouth.
Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he pulled out. Hissing harshly, cold air knocking right into me. His hot seed followed immediately, spraying hungrily on my face, mouth, aching nipples. His hands pumping at his base, deep raspy groans of pleasure falling off his lips. Shattering me all the more.
I moved to touch my aching core, give it a bit of relief, but he grabbed my hands just then. Not letting me and plunging his cock right back into my mouth. Not all the way this time, but rough in every sense. I sucked him, desperate. Wanting him more than words could describe right now, my thighs squeezing and rubbing.
The urge to satisfy him completely consuming me whole, even as I was breathless and couldn't handle his size anymore. I didn't let go. Didn't stop, and the moment my fingers blindly reached for my pussy, flickering it in just the slightest. A deep moan of pleasure leaving my lips, he came undone then. Blasting inside my mouth, throat and I swallowed.
By the time he pulled away, we were both out of breath and completely unstable. My thighs trembling, everywhere trembling, wanting him to touch me.
And he did, gripped my hair. Meeting my eyes, his green orbs digging into mine. "Remember this when next you come into my office." He ground out darkly, "Remember it!"
My eyes squeezed shut. Breathless, dripping between my legs, open and raw from his delicious assault. "Y-yes Roman." I whimpered, "Yes."
I'll remember it.
I'll remember it!
My own voice echoed in my ears, loud. Clear. And all at once, my eyes snapped open. But instead of the scene I expected, something else replaced it.
A different space. A room. Not an office. An office with red lights and a familiar couch.
This was different. This was my room.
A few seconds more, it clicked. My eyes going wide. Bright. Still as fuck as I laid frozen there. Breath cut for a moment, but instantly rushing right back and I shot up from the bed.
Throwing my sheets off like they burned me. A strong sense of déjà vu enveloping my senses as I felt my wet shorts, the even wetter sheets underneath my ass.
Dream.
Wet dream. Again.
Again!!
"Ohhhh God," I groaned out loud, "Oh God, what is this?"
I didn't wait even a more more before getting off the bed, pulling the sheets off completely. The very evidence of my disgrace. My atrocity!
How could I have done this again? How?
And with him again of all people! Him. That bastard! Just what's wrong with me? What is wrong with you, Alina? What the hell??
I threw my shorts off, standing in just the crop top nightie I slept with. My nipples still erect as hell, thighs slippery with wetness, heat pooling in there. A situation I knew would only go away if I touched myself.
That was the only solution, else I'd spend the entire day hot and bothered. But that alone disgusted me. This disgusted me. This thing that keeps happening, this thing my mind keeps doing, my body, all of it was disgusting.
"I won't even mind a random person," I muttered, looking around. "I won't mind a random man I met on the road, just anyone but him. I'll even take Mark."
The bartender at Oxygen.
I'll take him, glady accept any wet dreams about him. So why wasn't my mind giving me that? Why can't you give me that, you stupid subconscious?!
Give me that or give me nothing at all. I may have not had sex in years but please! I knew what was best for me, and it wasn't that bastard. Not even in the slightest.
"This is all Oxygen's fault," I muttered, glaring now at everything. "It's all that stupid building's fault! Packed with half naked people, fucking and...doing things!"
Things I was starting to remember now. The moans, groans, cries, toe curling positions and beautiful cocks doing incredible things to so many lucky women.
Ughh.
I sighed, swallowing as I remembered. "I knew they'd gotten to me. I knew I won't forget them so easily, but a sex dream? He wasn't even there, why bring him in?"
The more I thought about it, the more annoyed and pissed off at myself I became. None of that solved my problems, so I packed my sheets. Throwing off the stupid top and getting into the shower.
Would just have to touch myself and be free of It. Hopefully that'll be the end of all crazy Oxygen thoughts.
An hour and half later, I was freshly dressed in a navy blue cooperate dress. Mind calm, thoughts arranged and then I was out of the house. Heading to work.
It felt good I didn't have to rush to clock in or anything like we did back at Boldlines. But in as much as that was in place, I'd rather not go late either. But not so early either.
And thank heavens for that. Thank heavens for that thinking, else what would I have done if I'd come in past 10am to see all the mess that awaited me?
What would I have explained?
That bastard Roman, he didn't even recognise the fact I took his unnecessarily petty rules yesterday without complaints. Working around his ridiculous constraints, and yet what he could do in response was make things worse.
Intentionally want to mess me up!
Who changes the time and day for an important departmental meeting and not inform the head of the department first? Who??
It only pissed me off even more as I remembered how my body betrayed me last night.
How could I possibly get wet for an ignorant, selfish, ill mannered bastard like him?
I needed to get laid. Cleo has said so, I didn't take it seriously but now I did.
I needed to get laid and fast!
"Err, excuse me Miss, are you sure the Boss is going to be joining us?" One of the workers asked, confused.
"Yeah, we've been here for over 40 minutes now." Another joined, "Are you sure the meeting is today?"
They stared at me. All 8 people, their expressions unsure and questioning. Questioning my credibility. This is what that bastard is making me endure.
This meeting was scheduled later on this week. A time fit for when I knew I'd at least have the concept ready, with his approval this time. But out of nowhere he moved it to today and now nowhere to be found now everyone was present!
Did he know how I managed to get them all here today? My pleas? And he decides not to show up? Attend late?
I opened my mouth to speak, boiling on the inside. But just then, the door opened, and in he came.
"Glad you finally decided to join us!" I quipped, scowling.