Late night obedience

Derick’s cock throbbed deep inside me, stretching my pulsing walls as the phone continued to ring. Alora’s name glowed on the screen like a warning. My eyes widened in panic, but he only smirked, that wicked, arrogant curve of his lips making my pussy clench harder around him.

“Answer it,” he repeated, voice low and commanding. He rolled his hips in a slow, torturous grind, rubbing against my sensitive clit.

I reached for the phone with a trembling hand and swiped to accept the video call. Derick stayed buried to the hilt, barely moving, but the subtle shifts of his thick cock inside me made it nearly impossible to keep my voice steady.

“Hi, Alora,” I breathed, trying to sound normal.

Her face appeared on the screen. She looked relaxed, sitting in what appeared to be a hotel suite. “Hazel! Just checking in. How’s everything going? Is Derick treating you well?”

Derick chose that exact moment to give one deep, deliberate thrust. I bit my lip hard to swallow a moan. “Y-yes, ma’am. Everything’s… fine. He’s been very… clear with his instructions.”

Derick’s hand slid up my thigh, gripping hard as he started a slow, steady rhythm,deep enough to make my toes curl, shallow enough not to make the table creak too loudly. His dark eyes burned into mine, daring me to stay composed.

Alora smiled warmly. “Good. Derick can be demanding, but I’m sure you’re handling it. Sweetheart, are you there?”

Derick leaned forward slightly, still fucking me in those devastatingly slow strokes, and spoke directly toward the phone. “I’m here. Hazel’s been very… attentive. She learns fast.” His free hand reached between us and circled my clit with his thumb. My breath hitched.

I nearly dropped the phone.

Alora chatted for another minute about her evening, completely oblivious, while her husband fucked me on their expensive dining table. By the time she said goodnight, I was shaking, teetering on the edge of another orgasm. The second the call ended, Derick snatched the phone from my hand and tossed it aside.

“Good girl,” he growled, slamming into me hard now. “Keeping quiet while I fuck this greedy little pussy on the phone with my wife. You’re going to be such a perfect slut for me.”

He fucked me mercilessly until I came again, screaming his name. Only then did he pull out, still rock hard and glistening with my juices, and ordered me to clean up the dining room as if nothing had happened.

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of tension. I finished my duties on shaky legs, pussy sore and dripping, while Derick watched me like a predator. At 10:30 pm, just as I was about to retreat to my small servant’s quarters on the ground floor, his text lit up my phone.

Derick: My office. Now. Wear only the uniform. No panties.

My heart raced as I climbed the stairs. The mansion felt different at night,quieter, more dangerous. I knocked softly on the heavy oak door of his home office.

“Come in.”

He sat behind a massive mahogany desk, jacket off, shirt unbuttoned at the collar. The room smelled of leather, whiskey, and power. A bottle of expensive scotch sat beside him.

“Lock the door,” he ordered without looking up from his papers. “Then get on your knees and start cleaning the shelves behind me.”

I obeyed, heart hammering. The shelves were already spotless, but I knew this wasn’t really about cleaning. I dropped to my knees on the thick carpet and began dusting the lower shelves, my short uniform riding up to expose my bare ass and pussy.

Derick turned in his chair, watching me. “Higher,” he said. “Reach up.”

I stretched, arching my back. The position pushed my ass toward him. I heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled, then his zipper. My mouth watered.

“Look at that pretty pink pussy,” he murmured. “Still dripping from earlier. You love being used, don’t you, Hazel?”

“Yes, Derick,” I whispered, cheeks burning with shame and arousal.

He rolled his chair closer. “Crawl to me.”

I did, on all fours, stopping between his spread thighs. His cock stood thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. It looked even bigger up close.

“Clean it first,” he said, voice dark. “With your tongue.”

I leaned in and licked him slowly from base to tip, savoring the salty taste of us mixed together. Derick groaned, threading his fingers through my hair. I swirled my tongue around the head, then took him deeper, sucking gently.

“That’s it… good little maid. Suck your boss’s cock like you mean it.”

I worked him eagerly, bobbing my head, taking more with each pass. He was too thick to fit easily, but I tried, relaxing my throat. Derick’s grip tightened in my hair.

“Deeper,” he commanded, pushing my head down. “I want to feel that tight throat squeezing me.”

I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, tears pricking my eyes, but I didn’t pull away. The filthy, wet sounds of me choking on his cock filled the office. He praised me between groans…telling me how perfect my mouth felt, how he’d been thinking about fucking my face since the moment I walked through the gate.

He began thrusting up into my mouth, using my throat roughly. Saliva dripped down my chin onto my uniform. Every time I gagged, he pushed a little deeper, training me.

“Fuck, yes. Take it all, baby. You’re going to swallow every drop tonight.”

My pussy throbbed painfully with need. I reached between my legs to touch myself, but he yanked my hair.

“No touching. Your orgasms belong to me now.”

He fucked my face harder, hips snapping, balls slapping against my chin. I was a mess,tears streaming, throat raw, uniform soaked with spit but I’d never been wetter in my life.

Derick’s breathing grew ragged. His cock swelled even thicker in my mouth. “I’m close,” he growled. “You’re going to take it down your throat like a good whore.”

I moaned around him, sucking harder, desperate for his release. His thrusts became erratic, brutal. He held my head down, burying himself as deep as possible.

Just as his cock started pulsing and the first hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat, he looked down at me with burning eyes.

“Swallow it all… because next, I’m taking you to the marital bed and fucking you in the same sheets I share with my wife.”