Overworked Read Online Dark Angel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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“Spread your knees and put your hands behind your neck,” I continue as if she obeyed perfectly without Spencer’s correction.

She is quicker this time. Her breasts and her glistening pussy are well displayed now.

My cock aches to be inside her. It doesn’t matter where—her ass, her cunt, her mouth. I want her.

However, I can be a patient man when it suits me, and there is more to pleasure than just fucking.

One of the attendants covered in gold body paint brings me a tray of my favorite toys, a few pieces I picked out when I planned this little excursion just for Julia. I choose a pair of rose gold nipple clamps with weighted jewels that perfectly match her new collar.

Julia’s eyes widen as I pinch her already hard nipples and hang the new jewelry from them. Every breath she takes sends sparkles of light across the room, catching the lights from the dance floor and sending new patterns spinning in the mirrors.

Spencer grabs a velvet-covered paddle; what he lacks in subtlety, he makes up for in passion. He tries out his new toy by striking her round ass four times in quick succession. She gasps at the flurry of blows and the jolts from the heavy clamps hanging from her pert nipples, but she says nothing.

Good girl.

I watch the lights dance from her tits; we’re off to a fantastic start.

I pick up the next toy I chose for her: a triple-headed Wartenberg pinwheel. Three wheels of sharp pins on a handle, perfect for running along sensitive flesh.

This time, she lets out a squeak of disbelief. I look at her sharply, but she meets my eyes, and a look of trust takes over her delicate features.

“Would a blindfold help, Angel?” I ask her. She looks away from me toward the tray held by the golden girl. She nods her head ever so slightly; she trusts me, but she’s afraid of her own reactions.

“Too bad. You’ll watch. How can you put on a good show if you aren’t watching yourself?”

“Tough break, Sweets,” Spencer says, striking that perfect ass once again with his paddle.

She closes her eyes as I lean over her and run a hand across her bald pussy lips. Fuck, she’s wet. My cock twitches as I imagine myself buried deep in that wet snatch.

Patience, I think to myself. It will be so much better when she’s truly begging for it.

I run the wheel across her tight stomach, enjoying the catch in her breath. The points of metal bite into soft flesh, leaving a trail of pink on her creamy skin. As I watch her eyes widen, the full realization of what she has gotten herself into begins to dawn on her.

She bites her lip, but her lips begin to curl in a smirk. She’s in heaven.

I trace lines across her front, pausing whenever I catch Spencer winding up for a sharp swat to her ass. I trace the curve of her breast and along her collar bone. She holds still, hands behind her head—but her eyes trace my movements.

I run the wheel along the inside of her arm. She needs to know that her skin is ours and that we can do what we want with her in this moment and that everything done to her will bring her pleasure.

The faint red lines will fade quickly, but there’s so much more I want to do to this girl tonight. I set the wheel back on the tray the attendant holds out for me, and Spencer hands his paddle off to another painted girl.

Now that she’s warmed up, it’s time to start the real show.

I pick up the lead that drapes down the front of Julia’s body, teasing her dripping slit by running the end across her lips before taking it back in my hand. I turn toward a small transparent table that has been rolled into the middle of the room.

A crowd has gathered around and below us. I can see bodies still pulsing to the EDM beats, but all eyes are on us. Who wouldn’t want to watch?

Julia starts to stand, but I see Spencer smack her ass in the mirror along the back wall and whisper that she is to follow on her knees. I can’t wait until the day she knows all the rules, and I can find new clever reasons to give her the punishments she will crave.

She shifts forward on her knees, hands still locked behind her head. The table is the perfect height to bend a girl over and fuck her, but that isn’t the first thing we’ll use it for tonight.

I turn back to Julia and unclip the lead; she won’t be going anywhere for quite some time now. I trace the curve of her jaw with my finger. She looks up at me with perfect trust.


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