Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
My anger had dissipated and all I wanted to do was drape my body over his very enticing one. Plus, I’d missed him. I’d been determined to have a good time, and I had, but I’d felt his absence, knowing it would have been doubly fun with him.
He looked at me over the top of the newspapers, I knew straight away. Something was different. His eyes, his body, and even the air around him throbbed with something new. “I’ve been thinking of you and look what you’ve done to me.” He moved the newspapers and I saw the impressive bulge in his briefs. I still found it hard to believe that all of him had fit inside me.
In spite of myself, I felt a thrill run through my body.
“Come and sit on my cock,” he said, his voice quiet and silky.
“Let me have a shower first. I feel dirty.”
He put the newspaper down. “I like dirty girls. Come here.”
I shook my head and, turning away, fled towards the bathroom. I was desperate for a shower to wash down the cling of sweat on my skin. There was also something about him that seemed almost dangerous. I needed time to process this new aspect of him.
But before I could even reach the door, a vise-like grip encircled my wrist. I was whirled around and pulled forward so fast my body slammed into him. I could feel his hard cock digging into my flesh. I looked up at him, shocked. His gorgeous eyes were cold and hard. Why was he so angry? Surely not because I had refused to use his credit card?
“That was not an invitation,” he said quietly. “It was an order. You disobeyed a direct order, Miss Hudson. Do you know what happens to disobedient staff?”
Speechlessly, I stared up at him.
“They get punished.”
I couldn’t understand the change in him. I opened my mouth to answer him, but he put his finger on my lips. “Don’t bother,” he advised. “Take all your clothes off.”
He stepped away and watched me. I began to take my clothes off. There was an air of stillness about him. The stillness of a predator before it pounced on its prey. When I took my panties off, he held his hand out so I put them into his palm. He crushed them in his fist.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
When I obeyed, he stuffed my panties into my mouth. Then he reached behind my head and released my hairband. Gently, he fluffed my hair and arranged it around my shoulders.
“You look mesmerizing like this. I like how your hair flows like liquid gold,” he said, his voice almost awed.
I stared at him, unable to believe the change in him.
“Now, go to the bed and lie face down on the edge of it. Ass in the air.”
I could feel my heart beating hard and fast as I walked past him and did as he instructed.
Of course, I knew why I was being asked to lie with my ass in the air, but it was still a shock when the first blow came. My head jerked violently and I gasped through the gag, but he held me down with a hand on the back of my neck. The other was swiftly brought down across my exposed ass.
The slaps turned my screams wordless.
My hands were gripping the bedclothes so hard my knuckles showed white. After the sixth or seventh strike, I was quietly sobbing, my struggles weak. He should have stopped then, but he continued, landing blows harder and harder. He was trying to make me scream. Trying to make me beg and ask him to stop. Tell him it was enough punishment.
But I refused.
He kept going. The blows fell on my bottom, on my thighs, between my legs on my sex, each time worse and worse. It felt like he was shredding my skin. It hurt so, so much. When the pain was so excruciating, I felt unable to even breathe, he stopped.
He moved the strands of hair away from my face and took the gag out of my mouth. “Are you a slut, Lillian?”
Tears were pouring down my face. “No,” I whispered hoarsely.
“You must be. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have masturbated on my bed. You wouldn’t have come to work without your underwear, you wouldn’t have agreed to a dirty weekend with your boss, and you definitely wouldn’t be wet between your legs now.”
He slipped his fingers between my pussy lips. Shame crippled me, but I couldn’t control my reaction. I was dripping wet. Even now, the feelings racing inside me felt alive. Ravenous. To my horror, my body craved his touch. I wanted more. I wanted not just his fingers on my sex, but his big strong cock deep inside me.
He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and slipped them between his lips. Then he inserted them into my soaking sex again. This time they were relentless. Pushing in and out, making squishing sounds. The grip of my control was going. He was forcing pleasure into me, but so effortlessly.