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You looked down at your phone, noticing the time.
Fuck.
You only had thirty minutes to get ready.
Any other night you wouldn't have cared much, but tonight was a big night for you and all of the other girls at Solo's. The owner of the club was coming to pay you all a visit, you weren't exactly sure why, but you didn't plan on missing out. You'd never met the boss before. If your manager Hux was anything to go by, then he was a cold, callous bastard, with no respect for anyone.
Some of the girls had heard rumours the boss had a hideous scar across his cheek, eyes that looked right into your soul and hands so big they could crush your head in one swift motion. Dread filled the pit of your stomach thinking about it. But you were curious none the less.
Solo's was fine, as fine as a sex club downtown could be anyway. It was dimly lit, scattered with red spotlights, tall velvet curtains and high poles to dance on. There was a large bar downstairs, covered in fancy liquor bottles and ashtrays. A large dance floor and various black suede booths to sit at. Upstairs there were private rooms, every girl had their own. You each had a small living area, a kitchen, a bathroom and a large black bed with red satin sheets. They weren't luxurious, but it was somewhere to stay, somewhere you had learnt to call home. It was like living in a nudist university. But it was a roof over your head, you were content. The job was easy for the most part. And it paid well.
Would have paid better if Hux let you keep your whole cut, greedy fucker.
With news of the owner coming tonight you were full of anticipation. You heard your friend Ash mention he was coming to pick a some girls to work at his new club up state. Another girl said he was coming to take one of you away to his dungeon and hold you prisoner. The thought made you shudder.
You quickly began to get ready, not wanting to miss out on whatever this strange visitor had to say. After a quick shower you slipped into a short black dress. You dried your hair roughly and pinned it to your head, placing a long black wig over the top. After finishing off your make-up and wrestling to get into your impossibly high heels, you checked the clock again, just on time.
You made your way downstairs to sit at the bar with the other girls, your best friend Rey walked over to you holding out a cigarette, like she could read your mind. You took it from her, smiling, and followed her to a small table where you sat and smoked together.
"You look hot girl!" She yelped. "As always."
"Thank you sugar, so do you!" You smiled, admiring her neatly pinned up hair. "Why do you think the owner is coming here? " You said, exhaling smoke in small o's.
Rey shrugged. "I don't know. But I wonder if it's true what they say about him...That he's a horrific looking monster."
"Well...even if he is, he's a rich one." You said, laughing at her expression.
Suddenly you saw Hux appear from his office, you quickly stumped out your cigarette and followed Rey to hear what he had to say. He looked pale, sweaty...was he nervous? He was usually so up his own ass, you'd never seen him flustered by anything. You let out a small laugh and he glared in your direction.
"Girls, as I'm sure you all know, the owner is arriving shortly. I want every single one of you to line up along the bar. Don't talk, don't move, don't even breathe unless Mr. Ren asks it of you." He took a sharp inhale as you all began to shuffle around and fall into line, like a parade of very naughty school girls in detention.
Once you were all in an orderly line, Hux charged towards the front door. Rey gave you a small smile from the corner of her lips, you smiled back and waited quietly, playing with your finger nails. Then you heard the doors rattle open again. Hux hurried back inside, holding an intense stare on all of you as if it were a warning to stay quiet.
And then you saw, him.
His presence filled the room immediately. He was exceedingly tall, towering above Hux. He walked with slow strides, looking down at the ground. He was dressed all in black, his suit hugged his wide frame like a glove, you couldn't help but stare. His hair was wavy, as black as a raven, touching his shoulders and bouncing as he walked.
As he lifted his head up you examined his strong, sharp features. A clean shaven face, eyes the colour of rum. You noticed a thin, pink scar, from his eyebrow to his jaw. Like a crack in alabaster. So the rumours were true, yet it wasn't hideous. It was beautiful, he was beautiful. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, in or outside of the club. Suddenly the idea of becoming his prisoner didn't seem so bad.
You smirked to yourself, your head becoming cloudy with dirty thoughts. As your mind focused on kneeling between his legs your body followed suit, tripping on your heel, you fell to the ground with a smack. Rey looked down at you, her eyes wide with shock. The other girls were mumbling, giggling, they must have thought you fainted from the sight of him. And in a way, you did.
You could feel yourself blushing as the embarrassment washed over you, when you noticed a large hand outstretched in front of you. You took it gently and got back on your feet, looking up into the eyes of Mr. Ren. He held your gaze for what felt like minutes before he let go of your hand.
"Fuck, I'm sorry...Shit. I'm...thanks." You said quickly, still blushing, he didn't respond. He just gave you a silent tilt of his head. Hux was staring at you now, his eyes flaming with anger. You weren't going to hear the end of this.
Then he finally spoke.
"I've seen all I need to see." His voice was deep and soft like leather, you hung on every syllable, practically drinking it in.
"Sir, are you sure? You haven't even..." Hux started to ramble.
"You." Ren said, his eyes immediately locking onto yours, your heart was beating like a bird in cage. "Just you."
"But Sir, she is...damaged goods-"
"Did I stutter, Armitage? I want her." His tone was sharp like a knife as he glared at Hux.
"Very well Sir." Hux said, you gave him a quick look as if to say, fuck you, and he grimaced.
You felt yourself in a state of shock, you weren't sure what exactly he wanted with you, but you were going to find out. Rey touched your hand gently and mouthed 'good luck' as she walked back upstairs to get ready for her shift with the other girls.
And then you were the only girl left, still standing, playing with your finger nails and waiting for further instruction. Your heart raced. Rens expression didn't change, he was just looking at you, from your feet to the top of your head. His gaze was haunting. He hadn't said two words to you and you were already weak at the knees.
Hux shook his head and walked off, and you were suddenly alone with the boss and his intimidating presence. He walked towards you slowly, like a lion hunting a gazelle. His enormous height looming over you. Your mouth felt dry, your knees hurting from the fall. His eyes never leaving yours. He moved towards you, resting an arm on the bar, tapping his rings against the glossy black surface.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ren." You said, throwing a flirtatious smile at him. Trying to hide your nerves. Holding your small hand out towards him.
"You will address me as Sir." He mumbled. Ignoring your outstretched hand. He proceeded to grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. "Drink?"
"Um, yes please, Sir." You took the liquor from him, noticing how small the glass looked in his huge hand. A small drop escaped his mouth and he licked it from his bottom lip, you felt your body heat up immediately.
"I have chosen you, to do what I want with, for as long as I want, until I decide I am tired of you. You now belong to me. Do you understand?"
You couldn't quite believe what he was saying but you hung to every word like your life depended on it. His voice flowing through your body like electricity. "Y-Yes Sir, I understand."
"Good." Suddenly he grabbed your wrist tightly, his grip making you wince. He pulled you towards him, his face inches from yours. "And just so you know, I won't go easy on you." The whiskey on his hot breath made your head spin.
Without another word he yanked you from the bar, leading you upstairs, the whiskey in his other hand. You heart was thumping in your chest now. You had clients that were into rough sex, but none as intense as Ren. You could feel your wrist beginning to bruise under his be vice like grip. He led you into Hux's office, you'd only been there a few times before to discuss your job, you wondered why he was taking you there and not to your room.
"Sit." He said, releasing your wrist finally and pointing towards Hux's desk. You swallowed slightly, his command making your heart flutter.
You slowly walked towards the large oak desk, and sat down at the edge, facing him. He was standing feet from you, watching you like a deadly virus under a microscope. All the while you could feel a small pool of wetness beginning to creep between your legs.
"S-Sir. Why have you bought me to Hux's office?" You mumbled.
"Because I own this club. And I can take you where ever the fuck I want." You swallowed deeply.
He crept towards you, painful slowly, eyes fixed on your legs. He knelt down, his rough hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart, making you jump. His strong fingers crept up your thighs until they reached the lacey material of your underwear. Without warning he ripped them clean off, leaving small friction burns on your groin. You flinched, your chest rising heavily as you watched the lace hit the floor.
He stared at your sex intently. You felt your face grow hot and flustered, knowing how wet you were for him already, and he knew too. You had slept with a lot of men, but none had ever turned you on as easily as him.
"Hm, already dripping for me." His voice was deep and sexy, almost cooing. "You know why I chose you out of all the other girls?"
"No Sir."
He stood up, his height towering over you, making you feel small. He placed a hand on your jaw, squeezing it tightly so you couldn't look away. His eyes now as black as the night.
"Because you're a clumsy, foul mouthed, slut." He said, shaking your face in his large hand. Moving his lips to your ear, he sighed deeply. "I don't expect my whores to be so incompetent."
You were completely still now, silent and locked into his gaze. The wetness growing between your legs. It felt like a dream and you were not ready to wake up. Suddenly the hand around your jaw pushed you back with so much force your head hit the oak desk and your breath caught in your throat. The pain seared through your skull, you bit your lip trying to supress a scream.
"Do you need to be taught how to be a good whore? Hm?" He said coldly.
"I don't know Sir, do I?" You said, immediately regretting your answer. Now wasn't the time to be a smart ass you thought, but it was too late.
"Wrong answer."
He then moved away, you kept your eyes fixed on the ceiling, not wanting to anger him further. All you have to do is behave you thought to yourself. Shaming your loose lips internally. You could hear his footsteps coming back. And then his hand was on your thigh again.
"Don't. Fucking. Move." His words were sharp and your gut twisted. Suddenly you felt something smooth and cold on your sex. His hand still digging into your thigh like fangs.
The smooth object ran up and down your wetness, in-between your folds and brushed over your clit. The sensation was enough to make your body shiver. You held onto the desk with your small fingers to try and stop yourself from squirming underneath his touch. Then it was entering you, your body relaxing to let whatever this object was fit inside you. The pace quickened, you could hear your wetness, pleasure building in your stomach.
"Hm, look at you. Getting fucked with the neck of this whiskey bottle. You like it, don't you?"
You gasped, realising what was inside of you. And you did like it. "Uh, y,yes, Sir."
"Lets see how much of it you can take."
He leant down towards your wet entrance and spat furiously, making you jolt with pleasure. He started to twist the bottle, back and forth, and pushing more of it inside your wet cunt. You could feel yourself stretch around the smooth glass, it hurt in the most delicious way. He fucked you with it faster, small moans falling from your lips as you adjusted to the size.
"S-sir, please, please. I'll be good. Please, it's too much!" You said with a shaky voice, the feeling of being stretched was almost too much to bare. He ripped the bottle from your aching cunt, placing it on the desk with a thud. His hands now spreading you apart so he could see you.
"Mm, you look so good like this, gaping for me." He whispered, spitting into your open pussy. "Stand up."
You allowed yourself to sit up gently, and placed your feet back on the ground. Your legs felt like jelly, and your vision was blurry. But you saw him, now sitting in a black leather arm chair with his legs spread slightly, hands on his lap.
"Come over here, and suck the bottle clean. Little whore." He said, tapping on his thigh.
You reached for the large whiskey bottle, glistening in the dimly lit room with your juices. You walked over to him slowly, taking a seat on his strong thigh. You could feel his hard cock underneath you, it felt just as big as the bottle and you clenched.
He watched you closely as you took the glass bottle in your mouth, sucking gently, cleaning yourself from it. You licked up the sides, your tongue working the tip, staring into his hungry eyes as you mimicked sucking a cock.
Once he was satisfied, he took the bottle from you, placing it on the ground next to him. Again, taking your jaw and cheeks in his hand, he dragged your face towards him. And then his lips met yours, a violent kiss, his tongue ramming into your mouth. He bit your lip, sucked your tongue and drank in the second hand taste of your pussy.
His face pulled away from you, his breath was hot and ragged. Lips swollen and pink from the violent kiss you just shared.
"Good girl." He cooed, patting your cheek with two small slaps. He was almost smiling. "Now...do you want to taste Sirs cum?" It was more of an order than a request.
You gave a small nod and he released your face from his grip, pushing you onto the floor with force. You looked up at him with wide, lust filled eyes.
"Open that filthy mouth." He spat at you, standing up, freeing his cock from his clothing. He began working himself to his orgasm, jerking quickly and staring down at you beneath him. His cock was impossibly huge, leaking with precum and covered in veins. It was the biggest one you had ever seen, even in your line of work.
Without warning he let out a loud "Fuck." Releasing strings of warm cum all over your face, coating your swollen lips and tongue. You drank it all up quickly, like it was your last meal on death row. The mixture of both of you in your mouth was enough to make your cunt drip again. He pushed himself back into his pants, looking down at you. You felt a small sense of pride, seeing such a powerful man come undone in front of you. You stood up and made your way over to the small bathroom in Hux's office, splashing your face with water to remove any remaining traces of his cum.
Stepping back into the main office you saw him sat down once again, knocking back whiskey straight from the bottle that he had just fucked you with. You clenched again. He was certainly very different to the clients you were used to. Your mind raced with how it would feel to have him inside of you. You almost drooled at the thought.
"Go and collect your things." He announced, breaking the silence between you both.
"Um, Sir, I have client's this evening." You said sheepishly.
"Did you not understand me when I said that you belong to me?" He responded. His eyes still dark and intense.
"Oh, no, I understood. I just thought you were, um, finished with me now." You mumbled.
"Let me put it plainly. You belong to me, for as long as I want you. You will live with me, you will do as I say and no one else will touch you, unless I order it." He spoke with a tone that made you shiver in suspense. He wasn't playing games.
"So...I'm a slave?"
"Hm, no. More like, a pet." He said, sipping the whiskey from the bottle again. "So go and get your things, I won't ask you again."
.............
"Need a light kid?"
You heard a deep voice say from behind you. You turned to see two men, standing and staring at your shivering hands that were struggling to ignite your cigarette. You nodded politely, relieved. The two men then came over to you, slowly, and the younger looking one raised his hand up, lighting his lighter, making contact with the cigarette that was perched in your lips.
"Thanks, you're my hero." You said, smiling at him.
"I'm Vicrul, and this is Ushar." Vicrul said, extending a hand which you shook politely.
"Hi." You said with a small nod. "Did you see a tall guy come outside? I'm meant to be, uh, going with him." You shivered, the cold night air gathered between your thighs, thank god you had put some underwear on.
They both gave you a grin, looking you up and down, clearly enjoying the view. Before they could answer Ren emerged, pacing towards you all. A large black Mercedes then parked up opposite you all, you quickly followed the men over to it. Vicrul took your bags for you and placed them in the boot and you walked over to the door to get inside.
The driver and Ren sat in the front, you were sat in-between Vicrul and Ushar in the back, making your way to wherever it was you were going. It felt strange, a thrill almost, to be amongst such powerful men. But for some reason you felt safe.
The car journey went on for around thirty minutes and then you were parked in front of an enormous high rise building, on the most expensive side of town, you had only ever driven past this place, and now you were about to go inside.
You all exited the car together, Vicrul collected your bags again and you followed them into the building without a sound. The lobby was modern and grand, like something out of a movie. High ceilings, bright white marble floors, dusted with flecks of sparkles. They men shuffled you along into an elevator. Ren pressed the button to the top floor, the fucking penthouse, you thought to yourself. Smiling like a child in a sweet shop.
As you entered the penthouse your eyes turned wide and your chest was giddy. It was incredible. It exuded luxury and class. The walls, ceilings and floors were all a glossy white. The curtains were thick and black, cascading all around the floor. The view from the enormous window was unbelievable, the lights of the dark city shining like small crystals. A small table and two chairs sat on the balcony. Vicrul placed your bag down near the door and sat down on the large U shaped couch. You followed timidly, taking a seat and awaiting further instruction.
"This place is amazing." You said, breaking the silence.
"It is." Ren said with that deep voice that drove you crazy.
"I've never been in a penthouse before. Must be expensive." You mulled.
"Hm, I own the hotel." Ren responded. You smirked. Of course he did. Your eyes fell from his face reluctantly and you looked around the living area. You noticed a pole in the corner and it gave you an idea.
"May I?" You said, gesturing towards it.
Vicrul and Ushar both looked at each other, their eyes greedy, not expecting to have heard you say that so boldly.
"You may." Ren said, his voice was calm.
The pole was on a small platform, purple and red lights all around the base, you smiled and made your way over to it. It almost felt like home, a space just for you to dance and forget about where you were and about the three potentially deadly men staring daggers at you. Ushar stood up briefly, making his way over to a large speaker, putting on some upbeat music. You were thankful for that.
Your heart was racing and your arousal was pulsing through you like a lightening storm. Your heels clicked against the marble as you walked over, grabbing the pole with two hands and spinning yourself around on it, giving the men in front of you a show. You slowly pulled down one strap of your dress, then the other, teasing them as your body floated around the pole. You tugged gently on the top half of your dress, letting it fall so your breasts were exposed. The three men watched you in awe, staring at your tits, not saying a word. Ushars fists were clenched by his sides. Vicruls mouth was curled into a small grin and Ren was expressionless, his eyes burning holes into you.
You carried on spinning, flowing like water to the music. Then you pulled yourself up, sitting on the pole with your legs dangling down. You began pulling at your dress, one arm hooked around the pole. You wriggled out of it, kicking it to the floor towards Ren.
Carefully you slid back down on your feet. You felt powerful at the way these men were hooked on your every move, eyes following you like hawks. It was such a rush. So much more intimate than being on stage at Solo's.
You teased them, bending down slightly running your hands up your legs and your waist. You gently made your way down to the ground so you were laying down, arching your back so they could see you perky tits against the red and purple lights. Losing yourself in the music. You rolled over onto your stomach, slowly pushing up onto all fours, giving your ass a little spank. You suddenly felt more confident than you had ever felt in your entire life, gazing at the men with playful eyes.
Ren raised his hand up suddenly, gesturing two fingers for you to come closer to him. Your head was spinning, completely living in the moment. He held up a cigarette in his big hand, almost as a bribe for you to come towards him. You crawled towards him slowly, and then you got another idea. You let go of your fear and decided to be a naughty whore again.
You changed direction and crawled to Vicrul, brushing your hand along his thigh. Then you moved to Ushar, who was practically frothing at the mouth, you gently touched the side of his cheek with a feather soft finger, smiling sweetly at him. Then finally crawled up to Ren and without hesitation sat directly on his lap, grinding gently on the rock hard bulge in his pants. He placed the cigarette up to your lips as if to reward you. He liked seeing you tease his guards. It turned him on so much to see you taunt them. You were a bad girl, but judging by the way you were grinding on his lap, you were his bad girl. He lifted a lighter up to your cigarette and watched you inhale eagerly.
"You like teasing my men? You fucking slut." He rasped. His tone was cold and unforgiving.
"I do, Sir." You said, glancing over at the two men who were now both touching their cocks through their pants, it made you feel impossibly turned on. The power you held over them was delicious. You knew Ren would never let them touch you, he made it clear that you were his. But a little teasing wouldn't hurt.
"Take these off." He said, pulling at your panties.
You rose from his lap, holding your cigarette in one hand and pulling your red thong off with the other hand slowly, letting it fall down your legs. It gathered around your large high heel and you raised your leg up towards Ren, letting your thong drop into his lap. He gave you a small smirk as you dragged your cigarette again, blowing the smoke in his direction. The tension between you was electric.
Now you were standing in front of them all, completely naked accept for your tall clear heels. Spinning around so they all got a good look at your ass. Vicrul was groaning now, his hardness clearly causing him discomfort. Ren was holding your underwear up to his nose, sniffing them and rubbing his cock with his other hand. The sight of them all was almost too much for you to bare. You needed to be touched, or you needed to touch them.
You walked over to the ashtray next to the pole, stumping it out and turning back to face the men.
"Sir..." You said in a quiet voice. "What would you like me to do for you now?" He looked at you, pleased with your obedience.
"I want you to kneel on the ground where you are. And we are all going to cum on that pretty face. Do you understand?" His command made the wetness between your legs drip, your pussy clenching.
"You think I'm pretty?" You smirked. Ren just growled. "Yes, yes Sir...I understand." You said, kneeling down and opening your mouth keenly. You were never normally this well behaved, but Ren had you under a spell. He was so compelling. Ushar and Vicrul were now desperately clutching at their pants, freeing their aching lengths and jerking themselves, clearly they were close after the show you had put on for them.
The two guards went first, working their cocks furiously, looking down at you, and finally releasing all of their hot cum onto your face. Most of it landing in your open mouth, some dribbled down your neck to your tits. You reached down to rub your clit, desperate for your own release. But before you could Ren stood above you.
"No, Pet. You do not touch yourself unless I say so." He grimaced. Pulling his cock free from his pants. "Now, I want you to open your mouth."
You looked up him, removing your fingers from your clit reluctantly and opened your mouth to receive his offering. Without warning he pushed his cock into your mouth, shoving it down so hard you forgot how to breathe, the cum from the two other men acting as lubrication for him to violate your mouth. It was pure ecstasy. Your jaw hurt, your eyes watered and your pussy ached. But he was too enchanting. Too beautiful. You would truly let this man do anything he wanted to you.
"Fuck. That filthy little mouth feels so good." He cursed under his breath, groaning as he hit the back of your throat mercilessly. "Look at her boys. Doesn't she look pretty with a cock in her mouth?" The other men smiled and agreed, still coming down from their own highs, staring at you like wild animals.
Then Ren came hard, cursing violently. You felt his cum shoot down your throat, choking as you tried to swallow with your mouth wide open. Your eyes wide and full of tears, but full of pride for pleasing him. He pulled out of your mouth, groaning and breathing heavily. "Good girl." He said, cooing at you. Your face now a red mess, covered with cum, tears and spit. The sight of you was enough to make his cock throb.
"Leave us." He said, now facing his guards. They quickly turned to leave, giving you little waves. Smiling and prodding each other like two teenage boys who just saw their first pussy. And now you were alone, naked on the floor. Desperate to touch yourself, aching to cum. But he never gave you the permission.
"The bathroom is over there, go and clean yourself up." He said, turning away into the kitchen to get himself a drink.
You stepped into the shower, your whole body aching. It felt good to take those fucking shoes off. You washed your hair that had been underneath your wig all evening, making the most of his fancy products and the perfectly warm water. You closed your eyes and thought about what had just happened. It felt like the dirtiest dream you had ever had. You hopped out of the shower, brushed your teeth and removed your make-up. Inspecting your body, small bruises around your jaw, thighs and wrists made you clench again. After drying off and slipping into some black underwear and letting your damp hair down, you walked back into the penthouse.
You walked around, looking for Ren, and noticed a door slightly ajar that had been shut all night. You walked inside, and could see him laying down on a large black circular bed, it was beautiful. But not quite as beautiful as his wide, muscular torso looked against it. He was only in his boxers, hair sprawled out against his pillow. You walked over to him in the dark and shuffled into bed next to him. You both laid in silence, breathing heavily, revelling in what had just taken place. You felt him turn to face you.
"You may touch yourself now, you've been such a good whore for me tonight." He whispered.
"Thank you, Sir." You could barely hold back your excitement.
Before he could change his mind you started to rub fast circles on your clit, holding onto the bed sheets as you chased your orgasm. It didn't take long, and then your whole body exploded in pure ecstasy. He growled under his breath as he watched you unravel.
"Get on all fours." He snapped, you quickly obeyed, still slightly disorientated from your orgasm. "I'm going to fuck you so hard..." He groaned, kneeling behind you, the head of his thick cock rubbing against your over stimulated clit, making you jump. "Would you like that, hm?"
"Yes Sir, please."
"Beg for it."
"Sir please, please fuck my pussy I am desperate for it, I'm aching for it."
"Mm, good pet." He sighed, then his hips snapped into you, his cock slamming inside you, hitting your cervix in his path. You were still sore from the assault with the glass bottle, but you needed this, you needed him.
You could see stars. It was unlike anything you had ever felt in your whole life. As if you were made especially for him to fit inside. He groaned as he was finally all the way inside you. You let out a series of moans and whimpers, relaxing so you could stretch around his huge length.
"Fuck! You have the tightest pussy. And these fucking - legs - oh fuck." He was in as much ecstasy as you were. Sucking and biting your thighs as he fucked you into oblivion. "You like my cock? You fucking whore, hm?"
"Yes, yes Sir. I fucking love it." You screamed. "I can feel you in my stomach - Oh- God!" The angle he was fucking you was allowing him access to the deepest part of your pussy. He fucked you relentlessly. With so much force and so much power, hitting your cervix and making you scream out. But the pain and the pleasure were just blending into one and you felt yourself floating into bliss.
"I want you to cum on my cock, slut." He growled, fucking you ruthlessly. He flipped you over, so he loomed over you, his face enhanced with moon light.
Skin smacking against your thighs as he held your legs over his shoulders. You reached down and started rubbing your clit, it didn't take long for you to reach your climax, it hit you so hard, your vision went black. "Oh, oh fuck! I'm cumming." He fucked you all the way through your orgasm, clenching your walls around hum. He growled.
"Mm, your pussy grips me so tight when you cum. Fuck!" His thrusts were getting sloppy now as he chased his own release. He let your legs drop and fucked you into the mattress hard and fast until he let out a violent moan and you felt him cum inside you. It felt delicious, hot and warm, you were drunk on the feeling of him.
He sighed, letting your pussy milk every drop of cum he had to offer it and then he pulled out of you slowly, looking at the mess you'd made. He grinned, as you went back to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up for the umpteenth time that evening.
You climbed back into bed with him, making yourself comfortable on the plush pillows.
"Good night then, Sir." You said softly, listening to the shallow breaths leaving your bosses chest.
"Kylo." He whispered. "You can call me Kylo."
"Good night, Kylo."