His cock is hot and it is hard and he seems pretty confident I won’t bite him. That is a mistake on his part. I start to close my teeth and let the tips of them graze over his plundering rod. I’m going to fucking bite him…

“Don’t you dare,” he says, his tone stern and intense. “Don’t you dare even think about it. If I so much as feel your teeth, I am going to breed your ass.”

I make a complaint around his cock, unable to form words with my mouth full.

He snorts with some amusement. He is enjoying himself now.

“Yes, I do mean your ass. That tight little hole you want to keep to yourself is going to end up stretched around my cock.”

The threat is brutal, and I know he will follow through on it. He’s willing to break into my work, willing to fuck me whether I want it or not. There’s probably very little this rough stranger will not do.

I move my teeth away, opening my mouth a little more. He takes advantage of that, driving deep and hard over my tongue all the way to the back of my throat. He holds himself there for a second, making it hard for me to breathe, then pulls out again.

“You’re a brat. You’re a bad girl, and you are going to get punished a lot by me if you don’t start behaving and doing as your master tells you.” His voice is thick with animal lust.

He thrusts deep inside my mouth again, and the fucked-up thing is that the way he is fucking my mouth is making me wish that same cock was right down between my thighs, pounding me deeply. This shouldn’t turn me on. I should be resisting. I should be disgusted.

But I’m not. The feeling of good leather around my neck is quite smooth and nice; it’s getting warmer now. I’m getting used to the feeling of his thick, hard flesh inside my mouth. He’s making me eager, and hungry. When I swallow, I almost feel his cock going down my throat.

“Good girl,” he groans as his cock finds further depths inside me. “You are a good little pet, aren’t you? You know how to take me so deep inside your mouth I come down your throat and fill you with my cum. Do you want to swallow it? Or do you want it in your pussy?”

He pulls back, lets the head of his cock sit on my lower lip, and gives me time to answer.

I can’t. I am too red-faced, too aroused, too ashamed of what I want to say.

He bends down, his face still covered by that mask. “Tell me, good little girl,” he purrs. “Tell me where you want my cum. In your stomach, or in your pussy?”

I whimper an answer.

“I didn’t catch that, little one. Is there a third answer? Do you want me to cover your face?”

“No,” I whimper.

He keeps tension on the belt as he crouches down and reaches between my thighs, his hand going underneath my skirt, the pads of his fingers rubbing over my panties.

“You’re soaked. You want to be bred again, don’t you. I bet that’s why you kept researching. It’s not the subject that you care about so much. It’s the fact you were told not to do it. You can’t help yourself, now you know that disobeying me means a raw, sore, bare pussy full of cum.”

He’s filthy and he’s cruel and he’s right. I can feel my clit tingling at his words. If he threw me over the desk and fucked me right now, I would take every stroke of his cock and love it.

“Ask for it,” he growls. “Beg me for it.”