Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
My hands trembled on his thighs, feeling strangely nervous. He pushed his slacks down until his hard length was visible.
Oh. He was long, thick, and hard. The crown of his shaft was almost an angry purple, telling me he was ready for my mouth.
My eyes snapped to his. The corner of his lips turned upward in a small, knowing smirk. He waited.
He didn’t push. He didn’t demand.
Finally, my gaze moved down to his jutting manhood again. A very impressive size and length. There were already white droplets on the head.
I gulped and looked up at him. It seemed I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. The pull he had on me was different, a little unsettling. But through the nervousness, I liked it. With our gaze on each other, I bent down and licked the length.
He hissed and swore loud. I watched his reaction, mesmerized by the sight of unadulterated lust on his beautiful face as I took him in my mouth.
My lips wrapped around his length, sucking him deep. My tongue traced his pulsing veins, and his hips bucked upward, pushing himself deeper in my throat.
I didn’t fight against the invasion. For the first time, I welcomed it. I took him in my mouth to give him the pleasure I wanted.
His fingers wrapped tightly around my hair, his knuckles digging painfully in my scalp as he pushed me harder and deeper down his cock. He gripped my hair tight, taking absolute control.
I relaxed against his hold, surrendering to him. He fucked my mouth, taking what he wanted.
He growled low in his chest, and my nails dug into his thighs.
It was dirty. Deep. Rough. Fast.
But he made something that I hated with a passion so sensual. I pulsed between my legs and pressed my thighs together.
Something was happening to me. He thrust in and out of my mouth, forcing me to take all of him. One last thrust, he held my head down on his cock.
I had no warning as he filled my mouth.
“Swallow it all,” he ordered, his voice husky with his desire.
Without a second thought, I did. Without thinking of the consequences, I swallowed every single drop, pleasing him with every lick and swallow.
My throat worked against the effort, some cum dripping down my chin. His eyes traveled down my breasts, following the wet trail his fluid was leaving.
After giving him one last lick, he released my head and pulled away. I licked my lips, making sure I had gotten everything.
For some strange reason, I wanted to please this man.
His eyes were hooded with need as he dragged a finger up my breast and pushed his cum back into my mouth. My lips wrapped around his finger, sucking it clean.
Was he happy? I wondered if I pleased him.
My eyes fluttered closed when he dragged his wet fingers against my lips.
“Thank you, Master. I am honored to have served you.”
A soft whisper. Months and months of practice had drilled this in my head.
Always thank the Master for honoring us with their cum.
I hated him. I hated thanking them for making us dirty and ugly.
I was so lost in the moment…in him…that I forgot who and where I was.
A slave. I was a slave.
Don’t forget it. Never forget it. Don’t lose yourself.
I had to remind myself again. Over and over.
No matter how beautifully dark this man was, he was the Devil. No better than any other man in this room.
No better than Valentin Solonik.
I felt him touch my chin, tilting my head up. My eyes stayed closed, refusing to give him the small glimpse into my soul.
“Look at me.”
My eyes snapped open at his order.
I am a slave. He is a Master.
Don’t forget it. Never forget it. Don’t lose yourself.
If I did as I was told, my punishments would be less. If I pleased them, I would have a good night of sleep.
If they liked me, I would get to eat some bread and cheese.
If my screams of pain were their new favorite music, I would get water.
I am a slave. He is a Master.
He was not my Prince Charming.
Don’t forget it. Never forget it. Don’t lose yourself.
His grey eyes stared down at me, his head cocked to the side. His curiosity burned my skin.
His warmth was hurting me. I no longer wanted it.
“Why did your eyes suddenly turn empty, pretty Angel?”
His words caressed me…and then cut through my skin, forcing their way into my heart.
I was falling into his dark trap again.
My lips pressed together, refusing to answer. He raised an eyebrow, the tip of his finger gently tapping my chin.
“Are you refusing to answer me?”
I swallowed and wanted to close my eyes. But his intense gaze wouldn’t let me.
Shaking my head, I kept silent.
“Then answer me,” he demanded quietly.
Our faces were mere inches apart. He leaned forward, our breaths mixing together, our lips almost touching.