Overtime Read Online Book by Dark Angel

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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It was an intense day wearing the vibe and those nipple clamps. My body was aching to come all day, and when I had an orgasm finally, it wasn't enough.

Nothing has been enough for me lately, nothing but being fucked by all three of them at once. Once you've been filled up like that, you can't go back. Life certainly is exciting with these three billionaires.

I go into Valentino and spend nearly my entire paycheck. I buy two dresses and a small bag that has butterflies on it. At least I have some new clothes for work.

But spending money doesn't calm me down like it normally does. My mind is still spinning with thoughts about my situation in life. What am I doing?

I sit at a little café with a decaf espresso and people watch. Maybe that will help take my mind off things.

Usually, when I watch people do their thing I get so fascinated and absorbed wondering about what their lives must look like that I forget myself. But not today.

Sighing, I abandon my post and take a cab home. It's the only logical thing to do, since I can’t stop overthinking.

But once inside my apartment, I find that I’m still restless.

Despite having such a big orgasm at work, I feel horny as hell. I can't get the guys off of my mind.

I consider pulling out my own sex toys and masturbating to the thought of the guys. Why not, right?

The more I think about it, the better an idea it seems. I retrieve the box I have under my bed that contains all my secrets. The notion of getting off to the idea of Adam, Chase, and Cameron is so fucking delectable.

But at the last moment, I pull back. It almost feels like it would be a betrayal. What is wrong with me?

I just can't see myself being disobedient to them. They don't want me to come unless they tell me so and unless I'm with them. That's part of our whole arrangement.

And as much as I want to please myself, I want to please the guys even more. I tuck my toys back into the box and decide to figure out another way to clear my head.

Oh, that's it, I'm going running. I take my well-worn sneakers from the closet, put on some running gear, and then I'm out on the streets.

If there's one thing to set my mind at ease it's a good run. I have my own path that I follow which takes me past the water and through enough greenery that I feel close to nature. Running always clears my head.

I run, and I run, and I run.

I run until my body is aching. Until I don't think I can take another step, but the pure angst of my situation propels me forward. I'm like a fucking model from a Nike ad.

Finally, I run my way home and am dismayed by the fact that nothing seems any clearer.

I'm still confused. I want to be their submissive, but I still feel weak and vulnerable and like they can't possibly respect me for doing this with them.

But then my body is longing for the touch of even one of these guys. I would explode into 1,000 pieces and probably orgasm right then and there if any of them just touched me at this point.

Lately, the idea of being apart from them is more than I can bear. Lately, the idea of being alone is not so enticing.

And this means things must be changing.

I'm normally such a loner. I keep things tight. I'm friends with Lily and a couple other people that I really, really trust, but for the most part, it's hard to get into my inner circle.

And yet I'm finding that the idea of being alone without the guys is absolute torment. I'd rather be in their company than anything else, and I don't know what this means.

I go home in defeat and hang up my running shoes. I'm gonna have to play the waiting game until one of them calls me or until I see them at work.

Hey, at least I got a sensational run in. My body is gonna look on point.

For now, I decide it's time to thank my muscles for fueling me through such a tough run. I massage my thighs and stretch before a long shower.

The warm water hits my skin, and my muscles relax. What would make this even better is to masturbate in here and really give my body something to be thankful for. But I hold back—and damn is that hard.

I must be really into these guys to forgo my own pleasure just to obey them. But I know they'll make it worth it.

Chase

I walk out of my meeting and take in the fresh air. I have no particular plans tonight, which is rare. I’m usually fully booked.


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