CHAPTER 9

HIROTO'S POV

He had a point, I'd never given him a private show before and neither have I really done anything particularly to please him. I just let myself be carried away by his whims, maybe it was time I took over the wheels.

I spread my legs wider to give him a better view. I placed two finger in my mouth, sucking on them seductively before inserting them in my hole. As I drove my fingers inside, I used my other hand to caress my nipple.

“Hngh…Neven,” I moaned as I added another finger.

Neven looked turned on as he watched me masturbate. He gripped his cock and began to stroke it. He couldn't take his eyes off the lewd sight in front of him.

“Fuck!” He cussed. “Have you really never done this before? You seem like a pro.”

“Well, I'm doing it now so does that count?” I said, my voice coming in ragged breaths. “I'm cumming,” I let out a breathy moan as my fingers moved faster. I wanted something bigger to fill me, I wanted him.

Just as if he'd read my mind, he pushed me flat against the table and pushed my legs further apart, quickly replacing my fingers with his tongue. I arched my back as his wet tongue drove inside of me.

Neven's hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer as he buried his face between my thighs. He feasted on me, his tongue thrusting in and out, his fingers joining in to stretch and fill me. I was really going to cum this time and like he knew, he grabbed my cock and pressed his thumb against the tip to prevent me from cumming.

“Neven…w-wait,” I moaned. The sensations were becoming overwhelming from the stimulation. My hips buckled against his face and my body shook.

Neven resurfaced, cumming over my twitching hole and looking satisfied as he licked his lips.

“I didn't think you'd have it in you to cum from behind, guess you're a natural,” he commented and my face turned a deep shade of red.

“Stop saying embarrassing things and just fuck me,” I placed his already erect dick against my hole.

“You really are driving me insane,” he ran a hand through his hair. He lunged forward, burying his entire length inside me in one thrust.

"AH! NEVEN!" I shrieked, my back arching off the table.

"Say it again," he hissed, his hands pinning my wrists over my head. He started to move, his pace frantic and punishing. He slammed into me with a rhythmic, wet sound that filled the room.

I was sobbing, my vision blurring into streaks of black and grey. Every thrust felt like it was reaching my throat. He was bottoming out, his balls slapping against my skin without care. He reached down, his thumb grinding against my cock, which was leaking thick strands of precum onto my stomach.

"You're mine," he groaned, his voice bouncing off the high ceilings. "Every inch of you. Say it!"

"I'm yours! I'm yours, Professor!" I screamed, my release exploding across my chest and the black table. I felt the muscles of my walls clench around him, milking him, and a second later, Neven stiffened. He let out a low growl as he filled me, the heat of his cum pulsing deep inside me, making my entire body shudder.

He stayed there for a long time, his forehead pressed against mine, our breath mingling in the quiet room. When he finally pulled out, I felt empty, cold, and utterly used.

"Clean this up," he said, standing up and straightening his robe as if nothing had happened. "Then find me in the study."

I spent twenty minutes scrubbing the table and picking up shards of glass, my legs shaking so hard I nearly fell twice. I felt a strange sense of displacement. Was this really my life?

When I finished, I walked toward the study. The door was ajar. I stepped inside, but Neven wasn't there. The room was filled with books and a massive mahogany desk. My curiosity got the better of me.

I walked behind the desk, looking around for myself when I noticed a drawer that wasn't fully closed.

I pulled it open only to see a collection of high-quality photographs. My heart stopped. They weren't of one person but of multiple people I'd never seen. They all seemed their own personal files and just like things couldn't get any worse, I found one of myself.

“W-what are these for?” I muttered to myself in horror. Were these his exes? Or better put, people he'd slept with? Still, why did he have a file on every single one of them including me? What was he planning? Does he have someone else other than me that he's with right now?

Just then, I heard the heavy click of leather shoes on the hardwood floor behind me.

"Finding what you're looking for, Cinder?" Neven's voice was like a noose tightening around my neck.

I slammed the drawer shut, my heart hammering against my ribs, but it was too late. He was standing in the doorway, a dark smile on his face. He knew I’d seen it. And now, he knew he had me exactly where he wanted me.