Warren’s eyes came to life as my teeth dug into his flesh.

I only wanted to remind him that just because I lost myself in the moment, I wasn’t going to be the submissive little fuck toy he wanted me to be.

The grip on my hair tightened.

“I knew your obedience would be short-lived,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

He pulled his thumb from my mouth and sucked on it with a smirk before reaching into a desk drawer and shuffling through it.

I didn’t see what he held in his hand other than a flash of black. He put it between my legs, the cold hardness of it setting my body alight.

I could have pushed it away. Better yet, I could have thrown it away.

But instead, I grabbed it and placed it near my entrance.

It was a long, smooth vibrator that slipped into me without resistance.

“You just so happen to have sex toys in your drawer? Makes me wonder what kind of business⁠—"

Warren took the toy from me, pulling me up from the floor to lay me down on my back on his desk. His keyboard went flying, the screen pushed away as he placed me right where he wanted me.

My head was hanging from the desk when he reached for my pussy and shoved the vibrator inside. He didn’t bother with the low setting, turning it up to the highest right away.

My eyebrows pulled together, and my mouth popped open in a silent cry as heat rushed through me.

An evil satisfaction flashed across his face, and his cock was back at my mouth in seconds.

“Come on, babygirl,” he murmured. I opened my mouth wider for him to slide in.

I kept one hand on my cunt, keeping the toy in me. The other was gripping his pants.

“So beautiful like this,” he praised as I swallowed him down.

Part of me wanted to fight back; the other was loving this, so I allowed myself this one moment.

The one moment Warren let his guard down. The one moment where his eyes were hooded, and he was losing control.

The moment when Warren, the monster, started to disappear and the human started to resurface.

I was the one doing this. My tongue danced over the underside of his shaft in the way his groans told me he liked. Just like I thought, his eyes pressed shut. His grip tightened. His slow thrusts quickened.

He was going to come.

I am going to make Warren come.

I sucked him down harder, trying to ignore the growing heat in my belly. My thighs were shaking, burning with the need to come.

I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.

But what I knew was that I needed to see Warren come undone.

I relaxed my jaw, letting him further in, and worked faster, sucking him down.