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warmth radiating out of his jeans. I wanted him inside my mouth, inside me. I wanted to feel him slide in and out. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to taste his orgasm as it wracked through his body in ecstatic convulsions. I wanted. The want filled me with an emptiness only he could fill.
    He stood back from me, his eyes a magnet from which I could not turn away. His hands ran through my hair and wrapped around it. He pulled it and I felt my head go back as I fell to my knees, now an inch away from him. My eyes widened at the sight of his cock so close, despite it still being behind cloth.
    “Look at me,” he said, the authority of his voice making me quiver. “Always.”
    My hands worked on his pants quickly and tore through the zipper and button. They dropped away and the extension of his perfect cock stood before me. My mouth opened and I felt his hands push on the back of my head as he slid down my throat. I worked my tongue on his shaft slowly, feeling every inch of him as he pushed me further, much further than I thought I could possibly go. He held me like that, him deep in my throat, my eyes cast up towards his. His face remained calm. His blue eyes tore through every particle of me as he began to slide out of my throat.
    Again and again I drank him in as deep as it could go, and each time it seemed he plunged deeper into my throat. I could feel my panties soaked with the want of him entering me. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I licked the head slowly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. All thought was gone. Only this moment existed.
    I felt myself float up. I was on my feet again. Strauss’s hand shot up and grabbed my face firmly.
    “Now close your eyes,” he commanded. There was no choice. Darkness swam over my vision and his hand released my face. “Strip. Slowly.”
    I took off every piece of clothing so slowly I felt tormented. I wanted him quickly inside of me. The passion of our tryst heightened by the sheer force of the moment. With my eyes closed, I peeled off layer after layer and yet no doubt or restraint entered my thoughts. I needed him to fuck me. The words cried out in my mind. More than anything, I wanted him to fuck me.
    The room spun. He had turned me around. The cold desk greeted my face as he pushed me over. Sharp needles of pain spread across my face as I cried out from surprise. His hand slid up between my legs and I cried out in approval. His other hand wrapped against both of my arms and pulled them back. I was restrained. I was his. He had complete control over me.
    A finger slid inside me. The sensation rocked through my whole body. I could feel him in every particle of my being. I clenched my ass muscles as he slid deeper. His finger caressed my asshole as another slid over my clitoris. My eyes closed so tightly that I was beginning to see stars and I let out a moan. His hand immediately slid out of me and I was left with the lingering feeling of his touch.
    Then I felt the head of his cock against my pussy. It rubbed slowly. I started to push back, unashamed at wanting him to take me completely when the hand holding my arms stopped me. This was to be on his terms. He squeezed my arms to scold me while his other hand found its way back to my hair, pulling it tight. My eyes closed, face pressed against the desk, he was slowly sliding into me.
    Inch by inch, it seemed to take hours. No pulling outward, it was always going in. His cock pushed further into me and every cry I stifled was followed with another that tried to escape. As I felt his legs press against mine, I could feel an orgasm rising in me. I tried to fight it, how, I didn’t know, and then his hand pulled my hair hard again. There was no stopping it. I was going to come.
    Totally wrapped in his dominance, it exploded out of me. My whole body spasmed in orgasmic ecstasy. Waves of climatic shocks tore through every muscle fiber and my cries escaped me without restraint. I moaned loudly, my eyes shut so hard that