Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
But I didn’t say any of that. Instead I started doing exactly what he wanted me to do. Exactly what he told me.
And when I stood there naked before him, I didn’t know what to expect. Maybe for him to say something, to show some kind of emotion?
Because I didn’t get either of those. Sitting back in his chair looking as if he were at a business meeting. Zero hint of desire on his face.
The only indication that he wanted me was his still-hard cock pressed against his pants, the wet spot that was starting to show up through the material.
And I don’t know why I found his indifference such a turn-on. But I clenched my thighs together as I felt moisture start to slide out of me, slipping down my inner thighs at an embarrassingly quick rate.
“Spread your legs. Wide. I want to see how fucking wet I’ve made you.” He sounded almost pissed.
But the way he curled his hands around the edge of the armrest, his knuckles white, the veins in his forearms popping out, I had a feeling he was doing everything in his power to act like he didn’t give a shit right now.
And I feel the surge of power move through me at that. Because here was this massive man, over six and a half feet tall, ink branded on every part of his body, yet with me he was losing control.
And I knew… I knew I had power over this beast of a man.
I opened my legs for him, feeling his gaze latch on to my bared pussy, knowing he saw the droplet of pussy arousal I felt sliding down my leg. He leaned forward even more, getting closer, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled.
“Look at that,” he grunted. I tensed when he reached out and ran the pad of his finger along that bead of arousal, brought the digit to his mouth, and sucked off my pussy juice while he stared right into my eyes.
“Sweeter than I imagined,” he murmured. He slowly leaned back in the chair and flicked his hand toward the floor. “On your knees. Legs spread. And lean back and play with that pussy.”
I couldn’t catch my breath as a part of me fought his dominance. But the bigger part of me said screw it, that him calling the shots and all but making me do these things had endorphins exploding inside of me.
I obeyed, my body working on its own as I sank to the ground, the floor painful beneath my knees, but it felt good.
He watched me the entire time as he slowly leaned back in his chair, spread his thighs slightly to get comfortable, and then ran his hand up and down his thigh, his nails scraping against the material of his pants.
His gaze was riveted to the intimate spot between my legs, and in turn, mine was locked on to the massive erection that lay big and long against his thigh, protruding from his pants as if he’d smuggled a paint roller behind them.
“Touch yourself.” His voice was so calm, conversational, and if not for his hard-on I wouldn’t have thought he was affected by this at all.
I slowly licked my lips and slipped my hand down my belly and between my thighs, my fingers coming in contact with my slippery pussy.
God, I was so soaked, my arousal smearing across my inner thighs and no doubt dripping onto the floor.
I could hear my flesh moving together obscenely as I slipped my fingers between my lips, teasing my hole and then bringing the digit back up to thrum against my clit.
A gasp of pleasure and sensitivity left me, and I heard his nails scrape against his pant leg as if he were trying to grapple with his control.
I closed my eyes as the pleasure spiked in me.
“Oh no, baby girl. Eyes on me. I want to be the one you’re looking at as you touch your pussy.”
I opened my eyes, which seemed impossible to do at that moment. I’d never done anything so intensely erotic and intimate before… touching myself in front of someone else, letting them see a part of my body that only I’d ever seen.
“Show me how you play with it.”
Those words shouldn’t have sounded as dirty as they did, but they had warm, wet heat spilling between my thighs.
I obeyed him, did what he wanted as I watched him lower his gaze to the feminine spot between my legs.
I slid my fingers through my slippery folds, teased my opening, then moved back up my cleft and ran the pad over my clit. A shudder left me, more wetness spilled from me, and I breathed out a low moan.
“Thatta girl. That’s my girl.”
I moaned at his praise and continued touching myself, masturbating in front of Kostya as he sat there and looked at me as if he were unaffected, as if I were wasting his time.