c h a p t e r t w e l v e
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Rhys was fumbling. He was always so confident and smooth, be it in his job or his bed, but right now, he was fumbling with his belt buckle. Letting out a small groan of exasperation, he continued to struggle with opening his infuriating belt buckle. That was not even the issue, he had given oral to a few girls before in the same way he gave to Antonia, but why was he so adversely affected in her case?
His hands froze when he felt her small and warm ones over them. She was kneeling in front of him, looking straight into his eyes, with a look that said, 'let me.'
Rhys felt a distinct blow to his pride, but he swallowed it. He was being petty, it was only a belt buckle, and he was not even being himself. Yes, that's it. Nodding at her, he removed his hands and placed them on his sides. Once again, he was doing what she wanted, and surprisingly, he felt at ease.
His belt buckle along with his suit pants fell on the floor with a dull thud, and he stepped out of them. He was watching Antonia closely and felt his dick twitch when she licked her lips and grabbed his full length from over his underwear. Then, without hesitation, she held the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, making his cock spring into her face.
He was watching her closely, and the soft shock on her face at his size was a healing effect to his previously wounded pride. He smirked and started unbuttoning his vest, then proceeded to discard his tie. Now, he was clothed only in his white shirt, which he was tempted to remove but decided against it. Instead, he held up the bottom hem of the shirt to give Antonia a clear view and access to his throbbing manhood.
He saw her bite down on her lips as she cautiously put her fingers around his length. One of her hands went to her perfect breasts and she gave it a squeeze. Rhys breathed in sharply.
"You're such a slut..." he was getting the hang of it, and now he would show her. He grabbed her hair with one of his hands and jerked her face forward against his dick. She did not resist, instead, brought her hand around it as well. Grabbing his dick with his other hand, he positioned it against her mouth.
"Open."
She complied and opened her mouth and without any warning, he shoved his dick inside, moaning as the tip of his cock hit the base of her throat. He was incredibly well endowed, and so she gagged on his flesh in mild discomfort. Her time in the limelight was over, he thought and pulled out, only to thrust again with more force. She choked and tears started to form in her eyes, but she did not fight against him. A true submissive.
He pulled out once again and started pumping into her mouth at a steady pace, hitting the back of her throat several times. Her hands went from around his cock to rest on his thighs, supporting herself against the brutal force of his thrusts. Her tears were falling freely now, intermingling with the liquid dripping from her mouth at her chin.
Rhys groaned out in pleasure. He kept his eyes on the sinfully beautiful woman beneath him, watching her blue eyes glitter with water. He gave her hair a hard pull and she moaned on his cock.
"Fuck..." he growled as he felt his climax approaching. He held the back of Antonia's head with both of his hands and started pumping harder, hitting the back of her throat repeatedly. Her nails dug into his thighs but she did not struggle. Just as he felt himself about to burst, he attempted to pull out, but to his surprise, she held him firmly by the thighs. Unable to control himself, he climaxed inside her mouth, while she stayed firmly put on her knees, drinking in every single drop of his semen.
"Holy shit, you..." Rhys panted, watching the vixen lick her lips and bat her eyelashes at him. There was no doubt, Rhys thought, that this woman was different from the previous women he had fucked.
"Did you enjoy it, sir?" she asked, collapsing on her butt to sit on the cold wooden floor while Rhys zipped himself up. He let out a laugh.
"You bet I did."
Antonia smiled and lied down on the floor on her back, the whole situation getting to her. She had never felt the urge to rest before with any of her boyfriends even after sex, but right now, she wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and be at peace.
"Tired, I see." Rhys dropped to sit on his tiptoes and ran his finger along the side of her sweaty face. She was only dressed in her blue dress shirt, and completely naked under her abdomen. Her chest heaved with every breath she took, as one of her hands rested on her stomach and the other covered her eyes.
"Let me take you home." Rhys offered, a bit shocked at his own decision. He had never offered anyone a ride home, heck, not even when his brother was drenching in the rain because his car broke down, so why now?
"I'll be fine, I just need some...time..." she sighed and ran both of her hands through her hair. She could do with a ride back home, although, she was not sure if she wanted Rhys to give her that ride. He had already mentioned that it would be a strict dom-sub relationship, and giving a ride was considered a part of the vanilla courtship.
"I don't want you passed out in any bus or station, besides," Rhys wiped the black smudged mascara from under her eye with his thumb, "you are a professor of my Academy. It's under my discretion to look after your well-being."
"Oh but," Antonia grinned maliciously, "you are looking after my well-being, sir."
Rhys laughed out loud and gave a light slap to one of her breasts, "I know."
They shared a hearty laugh and at that moment, it was nothing like the relationship they had signed up for. It was something both of them had never experienced before, and as foreign as it seemed, neither of them would complain about it.
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"Right here...yes." Antonia verified as Rhys pulled up at her door. Even after a lot of reassurance, Rhys had strongly insisted to drop her to her house. So, there they were, in his sleek Mercedes, in front of her apartment.
"Thank you." she smiled and opened the door to the passenger seat, only to be stopped by a large and warm hand on her wrist.
Another hand came to grab her by the side of her face and before she could even realize it, a pair of moist lips were on hers. Her eyes closed involuntarily and she leaned in, positioning her hands on his thighs to balance herself. There was no tongue, but the kiss was wholesome as it came.
When they finally broke apart, neither of them said a word but they let their breaths speak, as if any sound would destroy the blissful serenity they were in.
"Thank you for today," Antonia whispered, looking down where her hands rested on his thighs. He said nothing but ran his thumb across her lower lip. Somehow, they were more intimate now than they had been an hour ago.
"My pleasure," he whispered back and rested his forehead against hers, making her breath hitch in her throat.
Antonia wanted to try, to take a chance, to see if he was willing to treat her differently. She knew it was too early to have concrete feelings towards this man, but she just wanted to take the risk.
"I was wondering..." she started, squeezing his thighs a little, "if you'd like to...to come inside for some tea."
Rhys moved his forehead away, and she closed her eyes. Shit, she had messed up, hadn't she?
"I don't think," he trapped her chin between his forefinger and thumb and made her look at him, "I can control myself if I stay alone with you for another minute."
Antonia narrowed her eyes seductively, watching his lips twist into a lopsided smirk.
"However, it seems like, "he brushed his nose against hers, "I don't have to."
Antonia grinned, all of her fear fading away and giving rise to toe-curling anticipation. She watched him unbuckle his seat-belt and get out of the car. She herself alighted the car and stood at her door, trying to fish out the key from her bag. Once she opened the door, she looked at Rhys.
"After you, ma'am." he tilted his head towards the door and Antonia rolled her eyes, making way into her house with Rhys following at her heels.
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