Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Roman! I’m going to come!”
“Not yet, pet. You can’t come until I tell you to.”
I do my best to focus on him. He can’t be serious.
“Roman, I can’t.”
“Not until I tell you, pet. Your pleasure is mine,” he instructs.
“I can’t wait, Roman. I have to…”
I break off my words when he turns the vibrator off completely. I cry out in frustration. The disappointment is so severe that tears sting my eyes. I want to curse him, to scream and throw things. But then I can’t. He asked for this. Complete control.
“Please, Roman. Make me come,” I beg him. “Please,” I add, so there can be no doubt how desperate I am, or that I doubt he is in charge.
That seems to satisfy him because he turns the vibrator back on. I moan and literally weep in relief. Instantly the orgasm starts building again. I tap down my desire. I don’t want to make Roman unhappy again. I need everything he is giving me.
“Can I come, Roman? Please? It’s… I’m so close. I need to come.” I’m not sure what I’m telling him at this point. I just know I’m begging and needing his approval. I didn’t even realize my eyes were closed until I feel his hand on my stomach. I look at him as he flips the switch on the remote again. My breath stalls, wondering exactly what will happen. The speed is the same, though the vibrations are deeper. There’s a pulsing beat added into the mix now. I feel heat flush through my body. I know I’m gone now. There’s no way I can hold back any longer. “Roman,” I plead.
“Come, pet. Come for me,” he tells me.
I detonate as my climax rockets through me, crashing down on me in wave after heavy wave. I ride it out, my body on an overload of pleasure, and the source is all coming from Roman. Just when I’m about to calm down, he must hit another button on the control. I can’t even describe what it does. It feels as if a hundred and one fingers are manipulating my clit at once. I go over the edge again, screaming Roman’s name. His large hand rubs against my stomach, caressing me. My eyes search him out again. He’s out of focus because I think most of my body is floating somewhere in another universe, but I see him. He’s stroking his cock. Streams of pre-cum drip off of his shaft, covering his hand and then dripping down onto my skin. I moan as aftershocks of my latest orgasm shake my body. That’s when I feel the first heated splash of his cum coat my stomach as he comes with me. On me.
Chapter Fifteen
Roman
“Something wrong, pet?” I ask Ana as we sit at the table.
After our first little playtime, we showered together. I washed her hair and her body, making sure to get her pussy off with my fingers. I wanted to fuck her right there, but part of the fun in breaking in a new toy is taking your time and enjoying the slow ride until they wonder if you will ever give them what they really want. Ana is a bit different, though. I’m having to fight myself to hold back, and that’s never happened before. How many times has this woman surprised me? I’m losing count. I’ve never had that in my life. I’ve always known how people will react. It’s what has made me successful over the years.
This woman surprises me every time I turn around.
“I could probably eat better in my own chair,” she says, a fine pink tint spreading on her face. How she can blush after the way she just came, is yet another surprise. She doesn’t hide her reactions to me. She doesn’t have a mercenary bone in her body that I can find. It’s refreshing.
She’s in my lap, and we’re sitting at the dining room table waiting while my cook heats up the spaghetti and bolognese sauce. I put a white silk robe on her and brushed her hair and she looks even younger than she did before. If I hadn’t read her file, I’d have to ask her if she was legal. She sure as hell doesn’t look twenty-seven.
“There’s no need. I’m going to feed you.”
“You’re going to feed me?” she asks, her face registering her shock.
“Complete control tonight. Remember?”
She still feels tense in my hands, but she relaxes a little more. Mayra, my maid, brings water, a plate of food, and a basket of bread.
“Thank you,” Ana says, but Mayra doesn’t acknowledge her, which makes the blush on Ana’s face darken. I may have to have a talk with my staff. I immediately dismiss the idea. I will be putting Ana up in her own apartment. The point is moot.
I wrap some of the spaghetti around my fork and bring it to her mouth. She opens, sucking the noodles inside her mouth. “That’s good,” she says.