Forbidden To Say No - The Billionaire's Plaything (An Erotic Romance Novel) by Ashley Spector Page B
Authors: Ashley Spector
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us seems to care. As he pulls out, slowly, trailing terse, moist skin of my slit with him as he goes, I already feel empty without him.
Then, he surprises me. One hand plants itself firmly into my ass cheek, digging its fingers deep into my flesh. The other, to my relief, travels around to my face, putting its fingers to the side of the duct tape pressed tightly to my cheek, and after several moments of grasping for a loose spot, tears it painfully from my face in one almighty motion. I instantly spit the partially chewed tangerine out onto the floor of the armoire, and yelp in pained pleasure, feeling him slam his hips into me forcefully, driving his rod back within me.
"It's good to have you back, Miss Everett."
"It's good - to be - ohhh ," I'm so messed up I can't even finish my sentence; he instantly picks up the pace, steadying his grip on my ass with one hand, whilst punishing my pussy with all the force of his hips, slamming himself into me over and over and over, producing a most satisfying wet slap with each stroke. My knees buckle beneath me, long turned to boneless jelly, before the resultant pain from my stinging, skinless wrists above causes me to jolt back upwards. I scream through gritted teeth, and my billionaire boss knows just what I need.
"You know, you amaze me," he says, grunting between each word, not for a single moment letting his pace upon me slip. "You haven't even asked about salary yet."
I giggle. At least, I giggle inside. On the outside, I just groan, moan, and yelp. My slit begins to contract around him remorselessly, squeezing every inch of skin he has to give me. My leg won't stop trembling, and my breaths rush in and out of me as if I'm running a marathon. When I feel his body begin to harden - his strokes becoming less and less assertive - I begin to lose myself to a certain petulant self-congratulation. Is this it? Is this the moment where I make my boss come?
His fingers shoot into my skin once more, finding the crimson mark on my ass cheek where he brutally whipped me a few hours prior, and sure enough the butterflies within me make themselves known as he grunts loudly. Before I realize what's happening, he pulls out, and I feel the thick, goopy warmth of molten hot semen spray over my ass, and the small of my back. I exhale loudly, feeling my pussy tense and tighten a few times without him, missing him already. Daniel, on the other hand, fights to regain his breath.
" Fuck " he says, succinctly. I couldn't have put it better myself.
I spin myself back around slowly, stepping from side to side, finally finding him in a sweaty mess, his hair unkempt once again, and his shirt hanging down around his spent member, partially hiding it from my greedy eyes.
"You know, I should really get some clothes for that thing," he says, nodding to the armoire the houses me. I watch him gather himself, pulling his pants back up to his waist, buckling his belt back up, and running a finger through his hair, adjusting it back to its former finely styled glory. I forget how I look; beads of sweat shining upon my skin, DANJEL painted messily upon my stomach, and my makeup smudged and draining down my face in artful cobwebs.
After tending to himself, he at last turns back to me. Scissors in one hand, my crimson-sore ass cheek in the other, he cuts me from my restraints, readying himself to catch me as I fall. And I sure do fall.
"Holy sh-!" I yell, my knees beneath me buckling under my weight, and sending me toppling onto his shoulder. I've never felt anything like it, but he's there for me. I nuzzle my face into the delicate cotton fabric of his suit jacket, finding his shoulder warm and stiff, and instantly feel at home; like I never want to leave this place. Moments later, he cruelly takes a step backwards, separating us, and steadies me upon my feet with a palm on either shoulder. It was nice while it lasted.
"I think I lost weight," I mumble to myself as I battle to regain my footing. My wrists
Then, he surprises me. One hand plants itself firmly into my ass cheek, digging its fingers deep into my flesh. The other, to my relief, travels around to my face, putting its fingers to the side of the duct tape pressed tightly to my cheek, and after several moments of grasping for a loose spot, tears it painfully from my face in one almighty motion. I instantly spit the partially chewed tangerine out onto the floor of the armoire, and yelp in pained pleasure, feeling him slam his hips into me forcefully, driving his rod back within me.
"It's good to have you back, Miss Everett."
"It's good - to be - ohhh ," I'm so messed up I can't even finish my sentence; he instantly picks up the pace, steadying his grip on my ass with one hand, whilst punishing my pussy with all the force of his hips, slamming himself into me over and over and over, producing a most satisfying wet slap with each stroke. My knees buckle beneath me, long turned to boneless jelly, before the resultant pain from my stinging, skinless wrists above causes me to jolt back upwards. I scream through gritted teeth, and my billionaire boss knows just what I need.
"You know, you amaze me," he says, grunting between each word, not for a single moment letting his pace upon me slip. "You haven't even asked about salary yet."
I giggle. At least, I giggle inside. On the outside, I just groan, moan, and yelp. My slit begins to contract around him remorselessly, squeezing every inch of skin he has to give me. My leg won't stop trembling, and my breaths rush in and out of me as if I'm running a marathon. When I feel his body begin to harden - his strokes becoming less and less assertive - I begin to lose myself to a certain petulant self-congratulation. Is this it? Is this the moment where I make my boss come?
His fingers shoot into my skin once more, finding the crimson mark on my ass cheek where he brutally whipped me a few hours prior, and sure enough the butterflies within me make themselves known as he grunts loudly. Before I realize what's happening, he pulls out, and I feel the thick, goopy warmth of molten hot semen spray over my ass, and the small of my back. I exhale loudly, feeling my pussy tense and tighten a few times without him, missing him already. Daniel, on the other hand, fights to regain his breath.
" Fuck " he says, succinctly. I couldn't have put it better myself.
I spin myself back around slowly, stepping from side to side, finally finding him in a sweaty mess, his hair unkempt once again, and his shirt hanging down around his spent member, partially hiding it from my greedy eyes.
"You know, I should really get some clothes for that thing," he says, nodding to the armoire the houses me. I watch him gather himself, pulling his pants back up to his waist, buckling his belt back up, and running a finger through his hair, adjusting it back to its former finely styled glory. I forget how I look; beads of sweat shining upon my skin, DANJEL painted messily upon my stomach, and my makeup smudged and draining down my face in artful cobwebs.
After tending to himself, he at last turns back to me. Scissors in one hand, my crimson-sore ass cheek in the other, he cuts me from my restraints, readying himself to catch me as I fall. And I sure do fall.
"Holy sh-!" I yell, my knees beneath me buckling under my weight, and sending me toppling onto his shoulder. I've never felt anything like it, but he's there for me. I nuzzle my face into the delicate cotton fabric of his suit jacket, finding his shoulder warm and stiff, and instantly feel at home; like I never want to leave this place. Moments later, he cruelly takes a step backwards, separating us, and steadies me upon my feet with a palm on either shoulder. It was nice while it lasted.
"I think I lost weight," I mumble to myself as I battle to regain my footing. My wrists
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