UNDER HIS COMMAND (III)

Chapter 3

Tessa’s POV

I stepped into Roman’s private office like I always did, file folder clutched in my hand.

The memory of what happened in the gym still sat heavy in my chest, making my skin prickle.

He was already behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, eyes locked on some paperwork.

“Good day, sir,” I said quietly, placing the file beside him. I waited. He didn’t look up.

Seconds stretched into a long, uncomfortable silence.

I shifted my weight, wondering if I should just leave. Then he finally leaned back in his chair, eyes lifting to mine. This time they didn’t let go.

“You’ve been testing me for weeks, Tessa.” His voice was low, almost calm, but I could hear the sharp edge underneath. “Every fucking night, bending over like a little tease, pushing that a*s out, wearing those tiny shorts that barely cover your p*ssy.”

My breath caught.

He stood slowly. The chair scraped back. Before I could even think, he was right in front of me, backing me up until my shoulders hit the wall.

His eyes burned. “I told you to stop playing games.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. I pressed my thighs together, already aching.

“Then why didn’t you stop me, sir?” I whispered, tilting my chin up even though my legs were shaking. “You’ve been hard every single time I got close. I felt your c*ck against my a*s… You want this just as bad as I do.”

Roman’s hand shot out and grabbed my chin, firm enough to make me gasp. “On your knees. Now.”

I dropped instantly, fingers already offing his belt open. His c*ock sprang free. Thick, heavy, veins standing out along the shaft, the head shiny with prec*m.

F*ck. It was even bigger than I’d imagined.

“So big…” I breathed, wrapping my hand around him and giving one slow stroke. It twitched hard in my grip. “You gonna fuck my mouth with this, Roman?”

“Open.” He didn’t wait and the fat head pushed past my lips, stretching them wide.

I moaned around him as he sank deeper, hitting the back of my throat. His hand fisted tight in my hair, controlling every movement.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it like a good girl. All the way.”

Tears stung my eyes but I s*cked harder, swirling my tongue, hollowing my cheeks. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my t!ts.

I loved the way he groaned, and the way his hips started jerking like he was losing that iron control.

My p*ssy throbbed so badly I couldn’t help it. I shoved a hand between my legs and rubbed my cl!t through my soaked panties while I worked him with my mouth.

Suddenly he pulled me off. I blinked up at him, gasping for air.

“Not yet.” His voice was rough. “Stand up and bend over the desk.”

I scrambled to my feet on shaky legs and leaned over, shoving papers out of the way.

He flipped my skirt up roughly and ripped my panties down my thighs. Cool air hit my dripping p*ssy.

I was swollen and aching, dripping down my inner thighs.

“Please, Roman,” I whimpered. “I need it.”

“Need what?” He slapped my a*s. The sting made me jolt. “Say it properly.”

“I need your c*ck inside me. Fuck me hard, sir. Please.”

He lined up and thrust in deep with one brutal stroke. I cried out as my walls stretched around him. He was so thick it burned in the most perfect way, hitting spots I didn’t even know I had.

“F*ck, you’re tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips as he started pounding into me. The desk creaked loudly under us. His balls slapped against my skin with every thrust. “This pussy is mine now. You hear me?”

“Yes—yes, it’s yours,” I moaned, pushing back to meet him. My t!ts rubbed against the cold wood, n!pples dragging with every hard stroke.

The pleasure built fast and vicious. My cl!t ground against the edge of the desk and his fingers found it too, rubbing tight circles while he f*cked me senseless.

I came hard the first time, p*ssy clenching and fluttering around him, juices running down my legs.

“Oh god, Roman—I’m coming, don’t stop—”

He didn’t and f*cked me harder, grunting with every deep thrust, dragging me through it.

“Again,” he demanded, yanking my hair so my back arched. His teeth sank into my neck. “Come on my c*ck again.”

He flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. His eyes dropped to where his thick c*ck was stretching me open.

“Look at that… taking every inch like a greedy little slut.” He slammed back in, so deep my vision whited out.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt as we f*cked like an!mas, raw, sweaty, and messy.

My second orgasm hit even harder. I screamed his name, pussy spasming wildly around him.

Roman cursed, thrusting through my clenching walls before he suddenly pulled out and came all over my stomach and t!ts, thick ropes of hot cum painting my skin.

We stayed there panting, his forehead pressed to mine for a long moment. Then he reached for tissues and cleaned me up in silence, surprisingly gentle.

“This stays between us,” he said quietly. “You act normal. No special treatment. No flirting.”

The next few days were absolute hell.

In the office he was colder than ice. Short commands, no eye contact beyond what was necessary.

“Tessa, fix the report. Redo it.” “Tessa, my coffee is late again.” Every sharp word made me furious… and embarrassingly wet at the same time.

I missed his hands. I missed his voice growling “good girl” while he was buried inside me. Instead he treated me like I barely existed.

But at night, when the office was empty and the doors were locked… he became someone else.

He f*cked me against the gym mirror, making me watch my own face while he took me from behind. He made me ride him on the weight bench, his hand tight around my throat as I bounced desperately on his c*ck.

“Beg for it,” he’d growl. “Tell me how bad you need my dick.”

And I begged every single time, and I loved the control. I loved the way he owned my body. But I also started seeing little cracks in him.

Late one night, after he’d finished f*cking me on his couch, he stared up at the ceiling, jaw tight. “Some things from my past… they don’t stay buried easily,” he muttered when I asked what was wrong.

I didn’t push, and he didn’t look at me.