Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Babe.” I try the nickname out to see how it feels. I like it.
“Yea baby, what’s up?” I hesitate, a moment of doubt creeps in before I flick it away. Running my fingers up and down his chest, I decide to embrace my new position.
“Will you tell exactly what you are to do to my body, when you brand it?”
“Are you worried, canary?”
“No not worried. More curious?”
“Ah. I see. Well, as for tats, right above your pelvic bone, will be the words ‘Property of Dario’.” That is hot as fuck. “Right in the middle of your upper back, will be my organization's crest and a Kings Crown sitting on top of it. Then down your spine will be my name since I will always hold you up.” Wow. He has really given this some thought and suddenly, so am I. Ouch.
“Is that all?”
“No. That was just the tats. Then there are the piercings. Your nipples, navel and clit will all be pierced. There is a 24 carat platinum chain that will connect between all three of the piercings with my name in all strands encrusted in diamonds.” Ok, this is interesting.
“Why will the strands connect to the piercings?”
“Mmm...because I am a filthy son of a bitch and having the power to withhold your pleasure gives me pleasure. With the strands connected, every tug of one strand rattle the other areas connected, shooting pleasure through your body all day. Think about it. Every time these plump titties bounce, the pain from your navel will hit you only to be replaced by the tug from your clit.” Oh God. My nipples harden just picturing the pain from not being able to come.
“Wow. That’s...a lot.”
“It’s what I want.”
“I know Sir. I want that too. I want my body to be your canvas.”
“And it shall. But let’s be clear, you will be branded on me as well. Above the crest that is on my back, I am going to have a Queen’s Crown place there with your initials on it and your name will be scrolled across my heart.” I love this man.
“Now kiss me.” I lean over him, no hesitation and show him my capitulation and appreciation. We are mating like animals now, having gotten the softness out of the way. Heathens is what we are in this moment. Hot, desperate and unapologetic. His fingers pinch my nipples brokering a gasp from my lips before he takes my mouth again, biting and sucking at my lips like they are his oasis. My hand finds his dick, which is still hard and hot like it has been biding its time until this moment. I can still feel the combination of our completion on him and it makes me wetter. His fingers press inside of my pussy as I continue to jerk him off, loving the hitch in his voice from my maneuvers. “What do you need, my toy?”
“Fuck me, Sir.”
“You never have to…” Bzz. Bzz. “Shit.” he reaches his clean hand over to the side table to grab his phone. I know I should stop moaning, but his hand between my legs feels so good right now, I can't. He hits the speaker phone and turns back to me, licking the side of my neck.
“What?!?” his breath hitches as he tries to hold his composure.
“Scar and I are pulling up. We need to talk to you.” Not now. Not now.
“You didn’t call first because? Fuck.” he spits out when my tongue touches his steel, swiping the drop of cum. I smile to myself.
“Boss we have a..”
“Christ. Let up, baby. Shit. Release me…” is telling me to remove my mouth from his dick but he is pumping into my throat at the same time. Smack.
“Oh.” I moan as he spanks my pussy. My goodness that feels so good.
“The fuck. Are you getting wetter? What the hell have I turned you into?”
“Boss..”
“God damn it. I will be down in a minute. Meet me in the conference room.” he hangs up and pumps into my mouth faster as his hand pushes my head down. “Is this what you wanted bitch? You wanted me out of control didn’t you?”
“Mmhmm.” I answer him with a mouth full of meat.
“Shit. Shit. SWALLOW!!!” he erupts down my throat, laughing as I choke and try to swallow his volcano. Sitting up, I smile and lick the remnants off my lips before kissing him. “Naughty little bird. That mouth is a dangerous baby.”
“It seems.” I laugh and wink at him. He kisses me one more time and gets out of the bed. I watch, mouth sore but watering as his muscles stretch and glisten from the sweat. Man is his body a work of art. He slides his sweatpants on with no underwear and leans over the bed.
“I will be back, baby. If you need anything I am downstairs in the conference room.”