Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“To come.”
“I can tell. You’re leaking so much, I bet there’s a puddle of precum on the floor. Should I make you lick it up when I’m done with you?”
I sucked in my breath. The thought of that shouldn’t be hot. It was humiliating. It was wrong. “No, please.”
He laughed, the sound rich and dark. “You would do it if I ordered you to.”
I didn’t bother to protest because I was sure I would. He’d proven I would obey him. I’d kneeled for him, bared my ass to him, let him hurt me, and liked it. What wouldn’t I do?
“What else do you want?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do”
I swallowed hard. I knew a lot of things I wanted, but I didn’t want to admit to them. He teased a single finger along the length of my cock. I needed so much more.
“Tell me.”
“This. You. Whatever you’re doing to me, I…”
“That’s right. You need everything I want to do to you.”
Lucien stepped back, and I bit my lower lip to hold in a protest as he yanked on my hair, jerking me upward. I pressed my hands against the desk to lever myself up as he pulled me back against him. Then he spun me to face him. His eyes were even darker, nearly black now, the pupils huge. At least I knew he was affected by this too. I glanced down and saw his cock pressed against his tight suit pants.
“Fuck yes, I’m hard for you,” he said. “I love the feel of you surrendering to me. Now look at me.”
I was scared to look up and see the intensity in his eyes because I wanted to tell him he could have me. I wanted to give in, not just to his punishment, to everything. I knew that was crazy. There was no telling what evil he’d done. I didn’t know if he’d killed that woman or not, but I didn’t think he was a man who would hesitate to kill if he wanted to.
He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His fingers squeezed me so hard I wondered if there’d be bruises along my jaw. He eased up the pressure once our eyes met, and his other hand reached for my cock again. “Hold your shirt up out of the way. Mine won’t fit you, and I haven’t had a chance to get anything in your size to keep in my office. I can’t have my receptionist going around all day with cum stains on his clothes.”
I did as he said, pulling my shirt up and folding it over. It would be wrinkled but not stained. What did he mean he intended to order clothes in my size? How did he even know my size? All concern for that vanished when his hand wrapped around my cock again, gripping me tighter this time.
My eyes started to flutter closed, but Lucien’s grip on my chin tightened again. “I want you looking at me as I bring you off. I want you to remember who’s touching you, who owns you.”
I wanted to protest, but he was stroking me faster now, his hold so tight it was just on the edge of painful. I tried to stay still, but I couldn’t. My hips seemed to move on their own as I tried to thrust my cock into his hand.
“Go ahead and fuck my hand. I love seeing how much you need this.”
I was close. So close. But I was almost scared that if I let go, he would see even deeper into me as he watched, and I was afraid that once I let him bring me off, I would truly be his. I didn’t have a choice though, did I? He’d taken that away from me. That should scare me instead of making me feel so fucking free.
“That’s it, baby. I know you’re right there. Who’s giving you this, making you feel so fucking good?”
“You are, sir.”
“That’s right, so show me how much you love this.”
He let go of my chin and squeezed my ass, fingers digging into the sore flesh. That pain was enough to push me over the edge. I nearly bit through my lip to keep from crying out as cum shot from my cock, the pleasure of it rocketing through me. Lucien kept stroking me, and my climax seemed to go on and on, longer than it ever had.
When he finally let go, my knees buckled. I had to reach for the desk to stay on my feet. Lucien pulled tissues from a box on his desk and wiped off his hands. Horrified that I might have ruined his suit, I looked him up and down, but he looked as pristinely put together as ever.
“Over eagerness cost me to ruin a suit once,” he said. “I’ve never let that happen again.”