The CEO’s Filthy Deadline: Part 4

The elevator doors opened straight into Damien's penthouse and I stepped out, my short black dress barely covering my ass. No panties, just like he ordered. The cool air hit my bare pussy with every step, making me clench.

"Damien?" I called out, my voice echoing in the massive space.

He appeared from the living room, wearing a black shirt unbuttoned at the top and dark pants. His eyes raked over me like he wanted to devour me right there.

"Turn around," he said immediately, voice deep and commanding. "Let me see."

I turned slowly, heart pounding. He stepped closer, his hand sliding up the back of my thigh. "Did you follow my rules, Mia?"

"Yes," I whispered. "No panties."

His fingers reached under the hem of my dress and cupped my bare pussy from behind. Two thick fingers pushed between my folds, finding me already wet. "Fuck. Soaking already. Good girl."

I gasped as he rubbed my clit slowly. "I thought about this all day. I couldn't stop…"

"Spread your legs." He kicked my feet apart and shoved two fingers deep inside me without warning. I grabbed his arm for balance, moaning loudly.

"Damien... right here in the doorway?"

"Yes. Right here." He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them perfectly. "This pussy belongs to me. I want to check how ready you are for what I have planned."

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips. "Suck."

I opened my mouth and tasted myself on him, sucking obediently while he watched with dark eyes.

"Bedroom. Now," he ordered, grabbing my wrist and pulling me through the luxurious penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows everywhere, city lights sparkling below. He stopped at a drawer, pulled out a small black bag, and smirked.

"Get on the balcony first."

My stomach flipped. "The balcony? People might see…"

"Exactly." He pushed me outside. The cool night air made my nipples harden against the thin dress. He bent me over the glass railing, yanking my dress up to my waist. "Stay like that."

I heard him open the bag. Something cold and smooth pressed against my entrance.

"This is a vibrating plug," he said, teasing it against my pussy before moving it back. "Relax."

"Damien, wait…ahh!" He pushed the plug into my ass slowly, stretching me. The fullness made me whimper.

"Feel that?" He turned it on low. The vibrations shot through me. "You're going to wear this while I edge you."

He spun me around, dropped to his knees, and buried his face between my legs. His tongue attacked my clit while the plug buzzed in my ass.

"Oh my god!" I cried out, gripping the railing. "That feels…fuck, Damien!"

He sucked hard on my clit, then pulled back right as I was about to come. "Not yet."

"Please," I begged, hips chasing his mouth. "I need to come."

"No." He stood up, unzipped his pants, and rubbed his thick cock against my pussy. "You come when I say."

He edged me like that for what felt like forever, fingers, tongue, cock rubbing but never giving me what I needed. I was shaking, tears in my eyes.

"Damien, please! I can't take it anymore," I sobbed. "I'll do anything."

"Anything?" He smiled darkly. "Good."

He carried me inside to his massive bed and threw me on all fours. The plug still buzzed in my ass as he slammed his cock into my pussy in one hard thrust.

"Yes!" I screamed.

He fucked me deep and rough, one hand fisting my hair. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? My cock destroying this greedy pussy."

"Yes! Harder…please!"

He flipped me onto my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and pounded even deeper. Then he turned me sideways, fucking me while rubbing my clit. My whole body was on fire.

"I'm so close," I gasped.

"Not yet." He pulled out, flipped me back on all fours, and drove in again.

"Please, Damien! Let me come!"

"Come then. Squirt all over my cock."

He slammed into me relentlessly. The plug, his cock, his fingers on my clit, it was too much. I screamed as I finally came, my pussy gushing, squirting hard all over the sheets while he kept pounding.

"Fuck yes," he groaned, fucking me through it.

I collapsed, shaking, but he wasn't done. He pulled the plug out and kept fucking me until another orgasm hit me.

As I lay there recovering, covered in sweat and my own mess, Damien grabbed his phone. He pressed play on a video.

My eyes widened. It was us. In his office. Me bent over the desk. The bathroom blowjob. Everything.

"This is insurance, baby," he said calmly, showing me the screen. "You belong to me now."

I stared at him, still panting. Then he added, "My fiancée is coming back tomorrow morning."