The Boss Pet – Dark Billionaire Romance Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
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“You’re also absolutely saturated with desire,” he purrs, demonstrating his point by running the pads of his fingers along the length of my slit.

I can feel the intensity of my excitement and the way my lips want to part because of how much desire lies between them.

“You like this, don’t you. You like being controlled and punished. You like how it feels to be kept like this.” He doesn’t wait for my assent this time. He doesn’t wait for a damn thing. He pins me down, spreads my legs with his, and his cock plunges inside me, one long stroke going as deep as I can humanly take him.

It doesn’t hurt. It feels fucking incredible.

I am being rutted like a bitch in heat.

He pounds me with rough stroke after rough stroke, the bed giving way beneath us, denying my clit the firmer sensation I’d need to come, but giving me enough pleasure to accept this fucking. His hips are pressed hard against my sore ass, but I know better than to complain about that. I rut and I grind, pushing my hand beneath myself, desperate for that little extra bit of sensation that might make me come.

“Don’t you ever run away from me again,” he growls in my ear. “I will always come for you, pet. I will track you down. I will capture you, and I will bring you back to be punished.”

I fucking love his punishment. I fucking love being treated this way. It is the most primal and intensely hot experience I’ve ever had. It is so beyond anything I ever thought would happen to me.

My fingers rub at my clit desperately. I am so wet that there’s not as much friction as I want. I have to squirm my hips even more, driving both of us wild. Marcus is trying to hold back. I can tell by the way he is growling and attempting to keep me in place, one hand on the back of my neck, the other on my hip. But he can’t stop me.

I come on his cock, my pussy gripping his thick rod with so much desperation I hear him grunt and growl as he loses the battle with self-control.

“Fuck…” he curses. “I didn’t give you permission to commmmee…”

It’s very hard to lecture me for orgasming without permission when he is filling my cunt with so much come, I can already feel it. He stops bothering to even try to talk and lets his vocalizations devolve into rough animal sounds as he thrusts himself as deep as he can go, not attempting to pull free or avoid getting semen inside my bare, unprotected pussy.

In the aftermath of our rutting, Marcus doesn’t bother to move. We lie together, my smaller, curvier body pinned beneath his. His hips are hard against my ass, his cock still inside me. I can barely move, and it is only because of his gentlemanly habit of holding himself up on his forearms that I can breathe. I feel as claimed and as owned as it is possible to feel.

“I regret nothing.” I whisper the words under my breath, knowing it will go badly for me if he hears them.

“God. Pet. Give it a rest,” he groans.

I let out a little giggle. I know I’m being naughty, but I am feeling a post-orgasmic lightness and relief, not to mention the after-effects of having been punished and forgiven.

Marcus rolls us over onto our sides and holds me close as we both drop off for a post-coital nap. I snuggle back, feeling the long, hard, muscular lines of his body against mine. He is the most dangerous creature in the world, but I am the safest I have ever felt.

CHAPTER 7

Charlie

“We are going to another evening at the Embassy,” Marcus tells me the next morning as we have breakfast together.

I stayed the night, sleeping in the pet bed in his office. He worked very late, and by the time I woke up, it was daylight again. I overheard a lot of things in his calls. Some of them were quite interesting. Some of them made me want to investigate more, but I was a very sleepy little pet.

“I want you to be on your best behavior.”

“Are you going to tell me what happened there that was so bad? People kept referencing it, and I felt stupid not knowing what had happened.”

He hesitates for a moment, as if weighing whether or not this is something I need to know.

“Relationships with a submissive can be complicated,” he says. “Even more so when politics come into it.”

“What kind of politics?”

“I played with a girl. I made her mine. I later found out she was a plant put in my path by one of my business rivals. She used her position with me to manipulate her way into some sensitive information. She cost me millions.”


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