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V entered the back part of Viktor’s clinic where he was working that afternoon. She carried a couple of beers to enjoy together and chill after work, but then realized she had never been in that part of the building before.
It was darker–even more than the part that patients visit–, and a little more cluttered and focused on technical work. There were tools, cables, and boxes and boxes of implants. Now she understood why it had such a good security system; she was sure there was a huge amount of eddies worth of tech in there.
“I didn’t know you were that kind of man.”
“What?” He answered confused, raising his head from what he was working on and looking at her.
“The poster.”
“What post– Oh .” Viktor looked up at the big print that he had sticked to the wall on top of his desk–a nun being fucked from behind by a huge bull-looking man.
He chuckled.
“It’s just a movie.”
“I know–a classic, must say. But still you have it hanging there to look at it everyday.” V was clearly teasing him in a joking manner. She sat on top of the table with her legs hanging and offered him a beer, then opened another can for herself.
“I can assure you I did not think that much about it when I hanged it there years ago.” The doctor accepted the can and bumped it against her own before drinking.
V smiled naughtily at him before sipping. “I don’t trust you.”
Viktor crossed his free arm against his chest. “What’s the explanation then? Since you seem to know more than me about this.” His expression was relaxed and amused.
By now, neither of them was surprised by the other's flirting–they'd been going at it for a while, and both seemed entertained and in the mood. It was good to disconnect for a while and feel desired. Of course, V was always the one who usually started it.
“Well…” She began talking, pressing a finger to his chest. “I think you have that hanging there because you actually find it hot to see yourself as that big dominant beast.”
“Wow.” Viktor said slowly, raising his eyebrows.
“And? Am I right?”
“Do you want a truth or a lie?”
“Come on!” V punched him softly in the shoulder. “There must be some truth in there. Don't you like the thought of a little submissive lady?”
“See, why do I have the feeling that you are projecting your kinks into me?” He asked with the can in front of his lips.
“Do you think I like big dominant men? I remind you that I’m the most lethal person you know.”
“You were the one staring that much at the poster…” Viktor was joking, sitting back with spread legs and relaxed posture. V couldn’t help it but look up and down at him a couple of times.
“... Yeah, maybe I do.”
Viktor blinked. “I didn’t think it would be that easy,” he grinned.
V shrugged and took another sip of beer. "Who doesn't like a little role-playing fun every now and then?"
The doctor chuckled. “I mean, fair. I think it's great that people enjoy the things they like.”
“Where’s the but?”
“Not really a but, it’s just not my style.” He shrugged and drank again. V was almost sure this was the first time they'd actively talked about sex, and she felt excited.
“Oh, come on you old fuck. Even a little bit, from time to time?”
He chuckled. "Maybe because I’m older, yeah, but I'm more old school with this."
“Boring sex lying on your side in bed?”
“Never had any complaints about it being boring.” He gave her a playful accusatory look. “Nah, I just tend to go with the flow of how the other person is and what they like, like anyone else I guess. Things just move forward naturally with what comes up.”
“You have never been with someone who liked to be dominated? I don't believe you.”
“Damn, yeah, sure, but I didn't take it as roleplay. I just enjoy doing what the other person likes–it's not that I don't like it, it's that it doesn't come naturally to me unless I'm asked to.”
V formed a big smile on her mouth.
Viktor noticed and leaned back further in his chair. The woman fiddled with the neck of the can while looking him in the eye, almost daring.
“I bet that side of you must be a lot of fun.” Her tone was teasing.
Viktor smiled slowly under his dark glasses, and then he moistened his lips with his tongue in a subtle gesture that V obviously perceived almost with a magnifying glass.
They both stared at each other for a minute, deciding if they were really doing that, their bodies leaning back but with a tension and heat between them that was already impossible to deny.
V took one last sip of her beer before setting it down beside her, placing both arms back on the table and tilting her head as she spread her legs slightly.
Viktor chuckled as he looked down for a few seconds, shook his head slightly, and then looked up again.
V nearly lost her breath when Viktor stood up, stepped between her legs, and took off his glasses, placing them on the table. He placed his hand on her thigh, gripping it tightly, and began to slowly move upward. V felt throbbing all over her body, a burning heat that was now hard to extinguish if it wasn’t in the way they were both thinking.
V placed her hands on his chest, gently caressing it, her mouth slightly open trying not to pant.
Viktor grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the table, pressing her crotch against his. She gasped before he started kissing her neck.
His kisses were passionate and wet, leaving light bites on her skin, devouring everything from her neck to her cleavage. V moaned, completely lost in desire, unable to believe that this man was indulging her fantasy. She imagined he was probably more into it than he'd let on before.
He pulled her shirt off and threw it to the floor, then took her jaw in one hand and looked into her eyes before kissing her mouth.
They made out and it was sloppy, hungry. He grabbed her waist and pressed her against his body. V was turned on by the fact that his hands and torso were so big in comparison with her. She felt the noticeable bulge inside his pants and couldn't help but rub her center against it for relief.
Viktor pulled her off the table and roughly turned her body around so that she was facing the table and he remained on her back, then spoke with his deep voice that at that moment it seemed to her the most erotic sound in the world.
“Undress.”
V gasped and looked over her shoulder at him. He'd sat back in his chair, legs spread and torso leaning back. He was looking at her with desire, and he was waiting.
“... What if someone comes in?” She asked.
“Let's hope that doesn't happen.”
V quickly removed her bra and threw it on the floor as well, then took off her shoes and socks, and finally, without turning around, she slowly removed her pants and panties, bending her body so Viktor could see her ass. Then, she waited facing the table, patient, waiting for his next move or order.
Shortly after, she heard him stand up again, and his hands gripped her waist again, firmly. She felt his erection inside his pants pressing against her ass.
“Good girl.”
She didn't have time to think if that was cringe or turned her on deeply, because before she knew it, Viktor pushed a hand on her upper back so that her torso was pressed flat against the cold table. She did so obediently, completely lost in desire.
She felt him place both of his hands on her back and stroke her up and down slowly. They felt so big on her back, they could almost take her whole body. She'd never realized how big this man was–she felt at his mercy, but she knew she was safe with him. It was just what she wanted.
The man placed his hands on her thighs from behind and began caressing her sensitive skin there, up and down, teasing her. She moaned.
He played with her buttocks, squeezing them. Then he returned to her thighs and began running his fingers up and down them, staying very close but not touching her already desperately wet pussy.
“Do you like this?” He asked, now with a sweeter voice.
V nodded energetically, biting her lip.
“Would you want me to touch you there?”
“Yes, please.” Her voice was a plea.
His fingers finally touched her wetness, and V moaned in relief. She was soaked, and Viktor's fingers played between her folds, spreading it.
Soon after, he began to trace gentle circles on her clit, and V instinctively brought her hand to her mouth to stifle her sounds.
The woman spread her legs wider and lifted her ass to feel his touch as much as possible.
"Fuck, yes..." She whimpered.
“Would you like me to put my fingers on you?”
She nodded desperately, and Viktor pressed two fingers inside of her gently. When they were fully inside, he began to curl them rapidly.
V moaned loudly, helplessly.
With his other hand, he held her waist, pressing his fingers into her flesh, possessively but not hurtfully. V felt as if her mind was about to take off.
“Please… please .” Her moans begged him.
“What do you want, love?”
“Please I need you in me.”
She heard him chuckle softly behind her. He pulled his fingers out of her and lifted body off the table, bringing her back to his chest.
“Can’t hear you, sweetheart.”
V was breathing with difficulty, holding onto the table to keep herself steady.
“Please Viktor, fuck me. Please.”
He smiled again and heard him unzip his pants. Soon after, she felt his cock caress her folds. She moaned again. "Please."
He placed it in her entrance but stood there still.
“If you want it, take it.”
He said, and V pressed her hips back, sinking him inside.
It was big and he started moving slowly so she could get used to the size, but she was so wet and horny that it didn't take her long.
As his thrusts grew faster and louder, their moans filled the room. She could only pray that no one would come in at that moment, although the truth was, she wouldn't care.
V rested her hands on the table to keep her body upright, soon feeling her climax approaching. It was then that Viktor grabbed her hair and made her look up.
The Maid of Satan poster loomed before them like a mirror. V saw the bull fucking the nun in the same position they were in, with Viktor's hands gripping her hips as tightly as the monster, and that sight alone made her came with a loud and long moan, convulsing on the table under the doctor's hands.