"This forest... I believe it's the property of Baron Karlton. I need to find a way to seize it."
"Hah… Hnn…" Ruby quickened again, her breathing becoming ragged. She had felt the growing tension in his muscles, the trembling of his skin. Her tongue activated, quick and precise, pressing the sensitive network of nerves just under the glans. Kaiser closed his eyes for a second. A wave of white, burning pleasure rose, threatening to sweep everything away. He stemmed it, pushed it back with pure willpower.
"Stop," he ordered suddenly, his voice sharp.
Her mouth remained open, a thick, silvery thread of saliva still connecting her lips to his member, which pulsed slightly in the air.
"Stand up," he said. "Remove your panties."
Ruby stood up, her knees a little shaky. Her slightly damp hands grasped the edges of the small black lace panties. She slid them down her pale thighs, revealing a neat red bush, then let them fall to the carpet at her feet. She stood there, arms at her sides then timidly joining them in front of her sex, her cheeks and chest marbled with red.
Kaiser stood up in turn. He calmly unbuttoned his fine linen shirt, let it fall over the back of the chair. The candlelight played on the muscles of his torso and abdomen. He approached, took Ruby by the waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above her hips. He turned her around, facing the heavy oak desk.
"Bend over," he murmured. She obeyed, bending forward, placing her palms flat on the crumpled parchments, crushing columns of figures. The short maid skirt rode up, fully exposing the small of her back, the curve of her buttocks, and her wet crotch.
He spread her thighs with a knee. The cool air of the office made her skin shiver. She was already soaked, her lips swollen and glistening with her own desire. He slid two fingers, index and middle, into her without warning, up to the knuckles. "Aïe! Hhaaaa…" A muffled cry escaped her, her back arching violently, her knuckles whitening on the wood. He moved them slowly, feeling the intense heat and nervous contractions that welcomed him.
He withdrew them slowly, the tendons in his wrist standing out. He brought them to his own mouth, without taking his eyes off her, and slowly licked the transparent, salty fluid that covered them.
"Perfect," he growled, before positioning himself behind her.
Kaiser positioned himself behind her, then guided his stiff, glistening sex against her dripping entrance. Then he entered. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter, parting her resistant, burning flesh. "Hhhiiss… Aaah…" Ruby's breath caught, then escaped in a tense hiss. He continued, relentless, until his bare hips slapped against the pale skin of her buttocks with a slight "wet smack".
She stifled a high-pitched cry in the flesh of her forearm, "Mmmpfff!", her short nails scratching the varnish of the desk, leaving thin white marks. He grabbed her hips with both hands, his powerful fingers digging into the soft flesh, and began to move. First measured, deep thrusts, so she could get used to his size. "Uhh… uhh… uhh…" Her panting rhythm matched his movements.
Then he accelerated. His hips slapped harder against her, in a regular, relentless tempo. Clap. Clap. Clap-clap-clap. The massive desk shook and groaned under the impacts, shifting a few centimeters on the stone floor. The parchments, the ledgers, slid off the edge. But he paid no attention, his gaze fixed on Ruby's arched back, on the sweaty skin that glistened in the candlelight.
With each terminal thrust, when he buried himself to the pubic hair, she contracted violently around him, a vice of hot, wet flesh that drew a hoarse groan from him. "Gah… Fuck, yes…" He accelerated further, his own breathing becoming ragged. His hands released her hips and moved up her body, grabbing her breasts through the thin fabric of the dress, already soaked with sweat. He kneaded the full shape, then pinched the hard nipples between his fingers, twisting them with calculated pressure.
"Aïe! Ha-aaan!" She arched, a high-pitched cry escaping her, a mixture of pain and extreme pleasure.
He leaned over her back, his mouth near her ear, the sound of his raspy voice covered by the noise of their bodies colliding. "Tell me what you are."
She was panting, her head turned to the side, her cheek crushed against a parchment, eyes closed, mouth wide open to gulp air. "Hah… I… I'm yours, Master…" Her voice was ravaged, barely audible.
"Louder." He increased the pressure on her nipples.
She cried out, the sound cracking in the room. "I'm your thing! Your whore! Anything… anything you want! Aaah!"
A satisfied smirk stretched Kaiser's lips. He loved this break, this moment when all semblance of restraint shattered. With a brutal gesture, he straightened her up. His arms passed around her, pressing her against his sweating torso.
His left hand moved up, closed around her throat, not squeezing, but with dominating pressure. His right hand slid down the plane of her belly, plunged between her trembling thighs and found her clit, hard and swollen. He began rubbing it in quick, insistent circles, the rhythm of his fingers adding to that, still brutal, of his thrusts.
"No… too… haaa! Hiiih!" Ruby's legs buckled immediately. She began to tremble like a leaf, shaken by uncontrollable spasms, her head falling back against his shoulder.
He felt the orgasm strike her before she even cried out: a series of violent, jerky contractions that compressed his sex like a burning velvet fist. "GAAAAAAH!" The hoarse, prolonged cry tore through the air. A wave of hot fluid gushed out, running down his thighs, soaking their joined skins even more.
But he was not satisfied.
With a swift movement, he turned her around. His hands under her armpits, he lifted her and sat her brutally on the edge of the desk, the cool wood against her bare, moist buttocks.