Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
When she opened her mouth a little wider and nearly swallowed my cock, I felt my control wavering. I refused to give this kitty her milk on her terms.
They would be on mine. Always mine.
I tightened my grip on her hair and took control of the cadence as I fucked her face. Up and down, fast and hard, and with me in the driver’s seat.
Yes, I was taught to be a gentleman, but when it came to sex, I was the one who would dominate always. I would cum in her mouth, but not yet. I needed to savor the beautiful sight before me a little longer.
Moans grew in intensity, guttural groans of completion surrounded me, and I could see women fall back on their haunches wiping the remnants of their master’s seed from their lips.
But I wasn’t ready yet. Not yet.
I knew I was pushing Grace to the limit with how much she could take. I shoved my cock deeper with each thrust, and though her eyes watered, and her mascara began to run down her perfect hollowed cheeks, she didn’t resist in the slightest.
Her eyes locked with mine as if daring me to do more.
Push harder.
Claim her mouth as I had claimed her pussy less than twenty-four hours earlier.
The second course came even though I hadn’t yet touched the first. But it didn’t matter. My hunger was being satisfied in a much better way.
My Grace.
Mine.
Not being able to take it any longer, and as she lowered all the way to the base once more, I spilled my seed in the back of her throat. My ears rang, my toes curled, and I couldn’t remember the last time I orgasmed with such intensity. Grace paused as she swallowed around my dick and then gently pulled away, seductively looking up at me as she wiped at her mouth and smiled.
She fucking smiled.
It was right then and there that I knew I had my perfect belle. She would be just fine in this entire process. They wouldn’t be able to break her.
Oh, how they would try.
But they would never be able to break this belle.
12
Grace
After the scene at the dinner party, I think we both needed to take a step back and catch our breath. Everything just got so intense, so fast.
And then I was naked at his feet, sucking him down my throat. But for the first time in my life, the act hadn’t felt like a “job” in spite of its name.
It was the craziest, most out-of-control situation, even though everybody was sitting there so calmly. Around us, they just all dined off their fine china as if nothing was amiss, silverware and champagne glasses clinking.
Meanwhile, us girls were on the floor between their legs…
I could feel Montgomery’s every response in the flex of his thighs. My ministrations were killing him but still he fought release. I don’t know why it turned me on as much as it did. Giving head usually felt like tiresome work, but the way he caressed my head with a mixture of tenderness and dominance… it connected to something inside me.
So, I just stopped thinking. Stopped judging myself for what I thought should or shouldn’t be my reaction in the situation. And I gave in to it. Gave in to him as he stared down at me with those stern but fiery eyes of his.
But later, as we got ready for bed, all that had been open and laid bare at dinner was suddenly yanked back again. Montgomery retreated inside himself, and he stayed there all week. Even though we shared a room, we might as well have been on different continents.
There was only one large bed, but Montgomery took some extra towels and a blanket to make a bed roll on the floor beside the bay window. He slept there all week long.
And though he’d displayed unapologetic dominance over me in front of the other men at each event, in private, he was deferential and quiet. He’d silently hold the door open for me if he saw that I was heading to the restroom.
He cleaned up his bed roll every morning and helped make the bed even though he never slept in it.
All day long, he worked diligently on his laptop at the small table in the corner while I spent my days reading. He seemed busy and important and I wanted to ask him about a billion questions about his life and what he did for a living.
But there was a line between us. I didn’t know who had laid it down, though really, I guess that wasn’t true. It was him.
He’d put these boundaries in place, but I couldn’t say I wasn’t grateful for them. With every over-complicated dish that arrived each meal, I realized more and more that I was out of my depth here.