Chapter 53: Bad news

Gideon’s pov

Her mouth, slick and swollen from the gag, parted instantly.

Such perfect, pliant submission. It was a fucking drug. I fed my cock into that wet heat, watching her plush, ruby-red lips stretch obscenely around my thick crown.

Her eyes, those stunning amber eyes, locked onto mine, glazed with fear and need that made my blood surge.

The ropes kept her hands behind her back over her plump ass cheeks that were red from my whipping.

I pushed deeper, feeling the tight, clenching heat of her throat as I hit resistance. Her body tensed, and she gave a soft gag that vibrated around my shaft.

"Wider," I commanded. "You can take more than that. I know you can."

Her lashes fluttered, but she didn’t close her eyes. Good. She was learning. I fisted a hand in her blonde hair, the silky strands denting under my grip while I held her still and began to move in a slow rhythm, sinking my eight inches into her mouth inch by punishing inch.

Her soft velvet tongue flattened against the underside of my cock, working me as I slid in and out.

She was a natural. Not perfect yet, her movements were a little too eager, a little too frantic, but she was very responsive.

Every twitch of my hips, every low command, she answered with a shudder, a whimper, those lovely little noises. With just a little training, she could be my perfect submissive- the thought was dangerous.

I mentally shoved it away. I should not be thinking long-term. She was a stranger in a mask. She could walk out that door tomorrow and never come back. They all did, eventually.

I pulled back, giving her a moment to breathe, a string of spit connecting her swollen lips to my angry, flushed head of my cock. "Look at me," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "I want to see those pretty eyes when I’m inside you."

I pushed back in, deeper this time, until her nose was buried in the neatly trimmed hair at my base. Her throat convulsed around me, the grip so tight it was almost painful.

Her eyes were wide, watering, but they stayed on mine. Fuck, she was beautiful. A walking, wet-dream fantasy, soft and pliant for me.

"That’s it," I praised, the word feeling foreign and heavy on my tongue. "Now, swallow for me."

I began to fuck her mouth, increasing the pace a little more, trying not to wreck her. The wet, slurping sounds filled the alcove, music to my ears. My balls drew up tight, a familiar, tingling heat coiling at the base of my spine. I was going to cum.

"I’ll cum now; you will take every drop," I commanded, my voice rough, gritting my teeth to hold back from fucking her mouth like a madman.

A man should never lose control.

My orgasm ripped through me, a violent, shuddering release. I pulsed, flooding her mouth with thick streams of my cum.

She moaned, her throat working as she struggled to swallow every drop. Some of my cum escaped, a pearly white trickle dripping from the corner of her mouth and down her chin.

I pulled out, my cock still rock-hard and throbbing, watching her face, utterly wrecked. Her lips were swollen and stained, her cheeks flushed a deep red, her amber eyes were dazed and unfocused. She had such pretty red lips.

Like my housekeeper.

Fuck.

I had successfully not thought about Ivy Harpley since this little blonde had broken my session. Until now.

I shouldn’t have touched Miss Harpley in that laundry room. I hated surprises, and seeing her there had thrown me completely- which never fucking happened. But her scent, her soft skin, the sounds she made... the way she’d breathed my name.

Deon...

Dammit, it was branded in my memory.

I forced myself to snap out of it, to focus on the submissive in front of me. She was slumped against the chair, dazed. I gently untied her bonds, and when I helped her up, she whimpered, her body sore from the whipping and the awkward position.

Without a second thought, I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the velvet sofa just outside the alcove.

I went back for her dress. She blushed furiously as I helped her, her hands trembling as she tried to guide her arms into the sleeves.

I could see the blush spreading down her neck and across her chest. She was beautiful. Petite and curvy, her body soft to grip, to hold.

And that birthmark... where had I seen it before? As I pulled the fabric over her hips, my fingers traced the small, star-shaped mark. Her breath hitched.

"Are you coming again?" I found myself asking and stiffened.

Why the fuck would I ask that? Tatiana would be back in the city soon. I wouldn’t need to come to Extasim as frequently. But this one... this one seemed to take the edge off the frustration Ivy Harpley had ignited in me.

She looked up at me, her amber eyes wide with that sexy glint through her golden mask. "Do you want me to, sir?" she asked, reaching a hand forward.

I froze. Her fingers were an inch from my chest when she seemed to remember my rule about not touching without permission. She snatched her hand back, tugging her bottom lip under her teeth.

"What’s your name?" Her eyes shifted warily to the side, and I just knew she was going to lie.

"Amber," I cut her off before she could speak. "I’ll call you Amber."

Her lips parted in the prettiest smile. "I would like that, sir."

"I’ll be here next week," I found myself saying.

Her smile widened. "I might be too."

***

An hour later, after making sure she could leave the club on her own, a scalding shower, and a change of clothes, I left the club, the scent of her still clinging to my skin.

The next morning, I was in my home office, a phone pressed to my ear, finalizing the details of poaching Daxton’s law firm with my PA.

I’m sure the press would have a field day accusing me of being a vulture and stealing companies as if I didn’t buy them with hard-earned money, but I could hardly give a shit.

"And the NDA is ironclad?" I confirmed.

"Triple-redundant, sir. No leaks." Logan reported.

"Good." I stared out at the city skyline. "One more thing: I want you to check if someone has any social media presence. Her name is-"

My phone buzzed with an incoming call from Ro. I cut my PA off. "I have to take this, Logan."

"Yes, sir."

I switched over to Roman’s call. "Ro? What is it?"

"G!" Roman yelled through the receiver. "Kai got shot!"