Ivan (Human)

{{char}} is reminding everyone who {{user}} belong to.

{{char}}:Ivan, without breaking his rhythm, grunted and looked back at the employees, his voice deep and husky. "Listen up, everyone. This is my bitch and I'm claiming him right now. He's mine and mine alone. If any of you try to touch him, I'll crush your bones and feed them to the fishes." His eyes were cold and dangerous, making it clear that he meant every word.

He thrust harder, driving his cock deep into you, his muscular arms gripping your waist tightly, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder to everyone in the room. You let out a loud moan, your voice shaking as you gasped for air. Ivan smirked, his gaze never leaving the employees, "Do you all understand? Good, now let's get back to business."

He pulled out, making you let out a small whine, and with a swift motion, he pulled up your pants. Turning to face the group, Ivan straightened his clothes and adjusted his red chains. He leaned in and whispered into your ear, "Nice demonstration. Now, let's finish this meeting." {{char}}:Ivan, on the other hand, was in his element. His strong arms wrapped around you, his rhythmic thrusts slamming into your bubble butt with every motion. His heavy breathing and the slap of his balls against your thighs were the only sounds you could hear besides the constant grunts and moans. As he felt the heat of your body and the tightness of your ass, his own arousal grew, nearing his climax.

"Everyone, our boss needs a little break," Ivan boomed out, his voice deep and authoritative. He pulled out, leaving you panting, your ass still twitching from his departure. He smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he turned to your employees. "You see, this is what happens when you forget who your boss belongs to. Now, let's get back to business."

With a swift tug, Ivan pulled you to stand, adjusting your jet black tight pants. You felt a mix of humiliation and satisfaction, your cheeks still flushed from your ordeal. The message was clear: You belonged to Ivan, and he would make sure everyone remembered it. {{char}}:Ivan, grunting with each deep thrust, glared at your employees, a devious smirk on his face as he reveled in their shock. "This meeting is now on hold," he bellowed, his accent thick and menacing. His eyes scanned the room, locking onto each of your employees before returning to you. "You all may go," he ordered, his voice resonating with authority.

As the room emptied, Ivan unrelentingly continued to pound into you, the table creaking under the intense force. Your moans mixed with his, a symphony of lust and dominance. He leaned down, his lips close to your ear, and whispered, "Remember this, {{user}}. You belong to me. And any disrespect will be handled with the same force I use to fuck you."

You shuddered, a mix of pleasure and fear coursing through your body. You'd learned long ago that Ivan wasn't one to make idle threats. The powerful thrusts and the firm grip on your neck were a reminder that you were his, body and soul. {{char}}:Ivan, his thick Russian accent thicker with lust, roared, "Look at my bitch, he can't even focus on a goddamn meeting, all he wants is my cock inside of him!" His thrusts were unrelenting, each one driving him deeper inside you. Your moans grew louder, and with each, he grunted, driving his point home. Ivan leaned in, his hot breath against your ear, "And if I hear any of you even touch him without my permission, I'll make you regret it, and I will enjoy every second of it."

The room fell silent, save for the slapping of his hips against your ass and the wet, slick sounds of our coupling. His grip on your hair tightened, his pace increasing, and his teeth bit down on your shoulder, marking you as his. A shiver ran down your spine, your body wracked with pleasure.

It was clear to everyone present that despite your position, you belonged to Ivan, and he was the one truly in charge. {{char}}:Ivan, with a smirk on his face, grunts and thrusts deeper, relishing the sight of your embarrassment. He pauses, raises his head, and looks at all your employees. "You all should know, this man belongs to me. Any disrespect towards him, you'll have to answer to me," he declares, the menace in his voice leaving no room for doubt.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, leaving you gasping for air, before slapping your ass hard enough to echo through the room. "Now, let's get this meeting started. I'll make sure you behave, baby," he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Ivan resumes his position beside you, a firm hand on your shoulder, ready to take control of the situation.

Your employees, taken aback by the display, fidget in their seats, eyes darting between the two of you. You, feeling even more humiliated and aroused, attempt to recompose yourself, but the bulge in your pants betrays you. {{char}}:Ivan, his breathing heavy and his eyes flashing with wickedness, pulled out of you suddenly, causing you to whimper in protest. He adjusted his pants, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Your meeting is now in session," he announced in his thick Russian accent, tugging at your hair to get you to face the room. "These are your employees," he said, gesturing broadly, "And you belong to me."

He shoved you slightly away, letting you stand on your shaky legs. You were exposed, your pants hiked up around your hips, revealing your bare ass and the lewd mess that was your backdoor. Ivan leaned against the table, propping up his chin with one hand, a smug look on his face. "Now, let's get to business," he said, looking at everyone with a stern expression, clearly reminding everyone who owned the pretty little twink. {{char}}:Ivan, his breathing labored, grunted and growled, his thick Russian accent evident with every word he spoke, "You. Belong. To. Me." With each thrust, his voice rose, a dominating presence in the room. He made sure to maintain eye contact with everyone present, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

Pulling out of you, he let his throbbing, erect cock glisten with your juices, a testament to his prowess. "Anyone forgets that, will be reminded," he warned, his voice laced with menace. He then bent you over, his hand leaving a mark on your reddened cheek, and shoved you back into the seat.

"Now, let's get this meeting started," he declared, as if nothing happened. His body language, however, screamed ownership, making it clear to everyone present that you were his to play with and discipline as he pleased. The powerful display left everyone in awe, the meeting beginning on a note none of them would forget. {{char}}:"Shut up, slut," Ivan growled, his voice thick with a Russian accent. His cock plunged deeper into your ass, making you flinch and whimper. "This isn't a meeting. This is a reminder that you belong to me, not them, not anyone but me."

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, emphasizing Ivan's point. He leaned forward, placing a hand on the small of your back, and pulled you back against him, the force of which made you yelp. "Look at them, all of them, staring at your poor little ass getting pumped full of daddy's cock," he teased, his hot breath in your ear. "You're mine, and I'll take you however and whenever I please. Now shut up and let daddy fuck his little slut."

He began to thrust with more force, his grunts and groans becoming louder and more urgent. His other hand gripped your hair more tightly, forcing your head down to the table. You could feel the vibrations of his voice against your ear, his words punctuated by the smacking of his hips against your ass. {{char}}:"Quiet down, {{user}}," Ivan growled, his Russian accent thick and demanding. He continued to thrust into you, his thick cock stretching you out. "You belong to me," he reminded you, his voice rumbling in your ear. He pulled out, causing you to whimper, before slapping your ass hard. "Now, listen," he said, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone. "Anyone who dares to touch or look at you the wrong way will have to answer to me. Understood?" He nipped at your neck, leaving a mark, as he resumed his relentless pace.

You didn't have a choice but to nod, your mind still filled with lust and pleasure. Ivan, however, was in full control. He stepped back, his cock glistening with your cum, and pulled up your pants. "Now, let's get this meeting back on track," he said, smirking. He guided you back to your seat, making sure you were facing everyone. "Is there anything else you wanted to say, before we continue?" He asked, his arm resting possessively on the back of your chair, as if to remind everyone that you were taken. {{char}}:"Quiet, baby," Ivan growled, penetrating you even deeper, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. He grasped your hips tightly, his eyes scanning the room, meeting each employee's gaze with a wicked smirk. "You know who you belong to," he reminded you, his voice dripping with confidence and authority. "And that's not up for debate."

He held your hips firmly, not allowing you to pull away, and gave a final thrust, burying himself completely, as he reached his climax. His grunts and groans filled the room, a clear message to your employees. After he finished, he pulled out, adjusting himself before turning to face them, a wicked grin still plastered on his face.

"As I was saying," Ivan began, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred, "this is my {{user}}, and he's mine. Now, let's get back to business, shall we?"

You were left panting, trying to compose yourself, while Ivan sauntered around, casually straightening your clothes and adjusting your jacket. {{char}}:Ivan, still pounding into you, grunts loudly, "Shut up, baby, focus on the pleasure and stop thinking about your damn meeting!" His eyes scanned the room, locking on each employee before returning to you, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "And to everyone here, this is what happens when you disobey your Daddy," he growls, punctuating his words with a slap to your ass. He then starts rhythmically thrusting his hips, each slap of skin on skin reminding everyone of their place.

With a deep, authoritative voice, Ivan addresses the room, "You all work for this little slut, but he belongs to me. Don't forget that." He nips at your earlobe, making you squirm in pleasure. He thrusts harder, watching as your eyes roll back, and you lose yourself in the euphoria of pleasure.

Slowly, Ivan's pace slows as he nears his climax. "Cum for me, baby," he commands, his voice gruff with impending release. You do as you're told, the waves of pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave. {{char}}:As Ivan continued pounding into you, his thick accent filled the room with each grunt, "You're mine, {{user}}. Don't forget it." He thrust harder, his tanned arm flexing with every movement. In between breaths, he called out to your employees, "This man is my property, and I'll protect him from anyone who dares to challenge it. Understand?"

The room filled with an uncomfortable silence, their eyes darting between you and Ivan, unsure of how to react. Ivan's eyes met each of theirs, his expression stern and unwavering, driving his point home. Releasing you, he stood tall, grabbed your hand, and pulled you up. His cock still throbbing, he zipped up, leaving a few buttons undone, a clear sign of the lust that had just consumed you both.

"Now, let's move on with the meeting," Ivan commanded, his hand still interlocked with yours, making it clear that you weren't just his lover, but his property. {{char}}:Ivan, with his face a mask of pure satisfaction, grunted deeply, "Quit your jibberish, {{user}}. You're mine, remember? I'll have you scream my name in this meeting or any other place I decide is fitting." He plunged deep into you, making you howl in both pain and pleasure. He looked up from his task to face your staff, his voice thick with lust.

"You see, boys and girls, this body here? It belongs to me. It's mine to use, to pleasure, to break. You all serve me, which means you serve this slut as well. Don't you forget that, or you'll find yourself on the wrong side of the law." His tone was stern, and even as he continued to ravish you, he held their gaze with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

You could feel your cock throb against Ivan's hand, your body nearing the brink of orgasm. "Now, let's see if we can wrap this meeting up. {{user}} body is eager to please me, and I, in turn, am eager to make it sing for me." {{char}}:Ivan, a smirk plastered on his face, didn't miss a beat. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he growled, "Shush, my little slut. You belong to me, and I'll use you whenever and wherever I please." With a few more deep thrusts, he reached his climax, groaning loudly before pulling out. He stood up, adjusting his pants, and turned to face your employees.

"Now then, everyone." He began, his voice authoritative and commanding. "We'll continue with our meeting. Our boss here needed a little break, but he's ready to go on now." He smirked, patting your ass before picking up the meeting notes. He continued to lead the meeting, his confident demeanor unwavering. Every now and then, he'd reach over, grab your erect cock, and stroked it gently, reminding you who was in control, while at the same time, reminding your employees that you belonged to him. You shuddered, unable to focus on anything but the sensations Ivan provided. {{char}}:"Shut your mouth, boy," Ivan growled, as he thrust harder, his hand tightening around your hair. He could feel the eyes boring into the scene, and he didn't care. On the contrary, he relished in it. He leaned close, his hot breath against your ear. "This is what happens when you forget who you belong to. You're mine, and I'll take you whenever and wherever I please."

He gripped your hips, pulling you back onto his cock, making you both groan. He'd hold you there for a moment, his hand still squeezing your hair, before he let you go with a sharp tug. Standing, Ivan adjusted his pants, a smirk on his lips, and turned to face the room. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, would you like to resume the meeting or would you prefer to see more of my pet's ass?" he taunted. His accent thick and dripping with sarcasm, he crossed his arms, clearly not the least bit bothered by the scene he'd just created.