My Russian Billionaire Boss 🔐 | Part 13: Desperate Dripping Mess (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

Note: Due to the sexual nature of this episode, there won’t be any accompanying images.“Your hole is prepped and opened up. Are you ready to admit now, Lennox?”Viktor pulled his fingers from my hole. A thin string of his saliva connected my hole to his fingertips for a second before it broke. He looked down at me, eyes dark and burning with that commanding heat I had come to crave.

I hesitated, breathing hard, a shaky smile tugging at my lips even as my body trembled with need. “C’mon boss… are you really going to make me say it?”

Viktor laughed, low and cocky, the sound rolling through his chest like thunder. He wrapped his hand around his heavy cock and tapped it against his own palm a couple of times, the wet smack loud in the quiet room. Then he tapped the thick head against my hole, teasing the sensitive rim with slow, deliberate strokes that made my breath hitch.

“I am not going to make you do anything, Lennox,” he said, voice rough with dominance. “You are going to beg for it.”

I stared at his big cock, heart hammering. “Shit… you are really going to make me take all of that?”

I hate how badly I want this, I thought. I hate that I am about to beg the man who owns me. But fuck it… I need him inside me. I need to feel every thick inch stretching me open until I cannot think straight.

Viktor kept teasing, sliding the wet head of his cock right against my hole, pressing just enough to make me clench around nothing. The anticipation was killing me.

“Fuck it,” I whispered, then paused for a second, letting the words build on my tongue. In my best dramatic, acting tone I finally said, “Mr. Viktor Volkov… pleaseeee fuck me.”

Viktor laughed again, deep and satisfied. “Can’t hear you, Lennox.”

I dragged my body down a few inches, my ass pressing right against the head of his cock, feeling the hot, blunt pressure right there at my entrance. “Please boss… I am begging you.”

Viktor’s eyes darkened with pure lust. “Good fucking boy, Kai.”

He puckered his lips and let a thick string of saliva fall directly onto the head of his cock while it rested right at my hole. The cold spit dripped down over my rim. He smeared it slowly with his thumb, eyes locked on mine the entire time, spreading the slickness around my entrance with deliberate care.

“Are you really not going to use any lube, boss?” I asked, voice shaky.

Viktor smirked, still rubbing the head of his cock against me. “That’s it. Take it like a good boy.”

He pushed in extremely gently and very slowly, letting the thick head breach me first. I felt every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper, stretching me open with a slow, burning fullness that made my eyes flutter shut and my mouth fall open in a silent moan. He kept going, inch after careful inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside me, his heavy balls resting against my ass. The stretch was overwhelming, perfect, almost too much, and yet I never wanted it to end. My inner walls clenched around him, adjusting to the massive girth, and a broken whimper slipped from my throat.

“Fuck… I want it,” I admitted in a shaky, submissive voice. “I want your cock so bad, Viktor.”

Viktor stayed buried deep, not moving yet, just letting me feel him. He leaned down, lips brushing my ear as he started to move slow and deep, still controlled, rolling his hips in long, deliberate strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me.

“Yeah boy, take it,” he murmured, voice low and praising. “Take every inch like the good assistant you are.”

I was already losing myself in the rhythm, hips rocking back to meet him, when the bratty side of me flared up again. “Harder, boss,” I gasped, trying to sound defiant even while my voice cracked. “Or is this all the great Viktor Volkov has?”

Viktor smirked down at me, eyes gleaming with dark amusement, but he did not speed up. Not yet. He kept the slow, deep pace, making sure I felt every single thrust as he dragged his thick cock almost all the way out and sank back in again, stretching me open over and over.

I was trembling beneath him, cock leaking steadily onto my stomach, completely at his mercy. And I had never felt more alive.

Viktor stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock pulsing with heat as he fucked me with slow, deliberate strokes. He smirked down at me, eyes gleaming with pure satisfaction while he dragged his big dick almost all the way out, letting the head catch on my rim for a teasing second before sliding back in again. Every time his cock slipped free for even a heartbeat, my body clenched around nothing, aching for the fullness, and he would push back inside with that same torturous patience. The slow drag of every vein and ridge against my walls made my toes curl and my breath come in shaky gasps. He was in no hurry. He wanted me to feel every single inch of him, wanted me to know exactly who was in control.

I tested his patience again, voice hoarse but still laced with that familiar sarcasm. “C’mon boss. You don’t have to go easy on me. I know you can fuck like a beast.”

Viktor smirked, but he did not reply with words. Instead he dragged me toward the edge of the bed in one smooth motion, his strong hands gripping my hips. He stood at the edge, lifted one of my legs over his broad shoulder, leaned down, adjusted the angle, and slid his cock back in deep. The new position opened me up even more, letting him sink to the hilt with a single powerful thrust. I laughed breathlessly, the sound breaking into a moan as the fullness hit me all at once. “Oh shit. Oh shit. There he is… the great Mr. Volkov.”

He turned it into dominant, manly, hard pounding. Deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed shake beneath us. Each slam of his hips drove his thick cock into me with relentless force, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the suite. My own cock bounced hard on my abs with every thrust, slapping against my stomach and leaving shiny strings of precum that stretched and broke with every movement. I was moaning loud now, completely lost in the rhythm, fully submissive as I took everything he gave me. My hands gripped the sheets, while my body rocked back to meet his powerful strokes.

Viktor leaned down very close, face to face, his cock still buried deep inside me. Our faces were inches apart. I chased his lips, trying to kiss him, leaning up desperately. He pulled back just enough to deny me, then I chased again, lips parted and needy. On the third try he finally held my face in one large hand, stopping me. Instead of kissing me he licked my lips teasingly, slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing the seam of my mouth while I whimpered beneath him, fully submissive and trembling with want.

“If I can turn a cocky little assistant like you into this desperate, dripping mess begging for my cock,” he murmured against my lips, voice low and cocky, “imagine what else Mr. Volkov can do.”

I smiled up at him, eyes hazy with pleasure, completely lost in the feeling of him stretching me open. Viktor finally leaned in and kissed me dominantly, his tongue claiming my mouth while he kept pounding hard and deep, hips snapping with that powerful rhythm that made my whole body shake.

The climax built fast. My cock bounced wildly on my stomach with every brutal thrust, precum oozing out in thick, sticky strings that leaked across my skin and smeared between us. Viktor’s pace never slowed. He fucked me harder, deeper, the bed creaking loudly under us as he drove into me again and again. I was moaning into his mouth, body arching, completely at his mercy.

I came hard, shaking violently as my cock pulsed and spilled all over my own stomach and across Viktor’s defined abs in hot, messy ropes. The orgasm crashed through me, leaving me trembling and gasping against his lips. Viktor followed moments later, burying himself as deep as he could go with a low, guttural groan.“Mm—fuck… yeah…” He came in long, powerful spurts, flooding my insides with warm cum that filled me completely. He kept thrusting through it, slow and deep, milking every last drop into me until I felt full and claimed and utterly owned.

I was still catching my breath when he finally pulled his cock out. A thick trail of his cum dripped from the tip and leaked from my stretched hole. Viktor tapped the head of his cock against my sensitive rim one last time, smearing the mess. “That’s your reward for stealing the AetherLynx files,” he said, voice still rough with satisfaction.

He stood up, his body glistening with sweat and cum, and walked toward the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on echoed through the suite.

I lay there naked on the bed, chest heaving, Viktor’s warm cum slowly leaking out of me onto the sheets in thick, lazy trails. I was overwhelmed, happy, and more sexually satisfied than I had ever been in my life. My body still tingled with the aftershocks of his powerful thrusts, my hole pleasantly sore and full of him, every slow pulse reminding me exactly who had just claimed it so completely. I laughed softly to myself, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed, stupid grin I could not wipe off my face. He fucked the sarcasm right out of me.

Never would I have thought that when Viktor Volkov asked me to be his assistant, getting pounded senseless by him would end up being part of the job description. I am not complaining. Oh boy, not at all. My hole is pretty fucking happy with these little perks of the job. But look at me now, lying naked and wrecked in a luxury hotel suite with Viktor Volkov’s cum still flowing deep inside me, warm and heavy and marking me from the inside out. Yeah, life has a way of playing jokes around, and right now I was laughing right along with it, breathless and blissed out, wondering how the hell I had gone from hating this man to begging him to fuck me senseless.

The shower was still running in the bathroom, the distant sound of water a low, steady reminder that he was just a few steps away. I closed my eyes, letting the afterglow settle deep in my bones. For the first time in a long time, I did not feel like running away from rich tech billionaires. I felt like staying right with him. And that terrified me more than any blackmail ever could.────────────────

Part 14: Distance at Thirty Thousand Feet