His Secret Request: Billionaire Secrets - Book Three by Drew Sinclair
Authors: Drew Sinclair
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sensuality.
"I want my kiss Ms. Falstaff. You promised me."
She felt him take hold of her ankles and she bucked, uselessly against the additional restraint of his hands. Loosening his grip he then moved slowly up along her lower legs, dallied in leisurely fashion around her knees and then continued up to her thighs, pushing them slowly even further apart, indirectly separating the folds of her pussy. She shuddered with powerful, internal contractions, her body screaming out for unattainable climax, realizing that - oh God - soon he would see her, fully open, wet and totally exposed before him.
No man had ever seen her like this before.
"Oh my God." He breathed in a low, awed voice as he saw just how wet and ready she was. His strained erection had been hurting him for some time and now the bulb of his cock pushed angrily against the inside of his pants. Every tiny moan, every exquisite movement of her writhing body was making him want to throw the plan, the promises, the gifts and requests to one side and just fuck her hard like any normal man would do.
But he held on, just barely, knowing that it would be all the better if he held back and played it according to the rules of his lifelong game.
She was as near to making him blow in his tightly buttoned trousers as any woman had ever come and he hadn't even gained that most important favor from her yet. The one he still hadn’t spoken of, but that would be another day and he would extract it from her, hold her to it firmly, just as he had done with this gift of a single mind and body blowing kiss.
He lowered his head down and she felt his breath between her struggling legs, on her pussy, underneath her and onto the low part of her tightly clenched buttocks.
"Stay quiet." He ordered. "Stop moving. Stop fighting. This is mine. This was your promise to me, made of your own free will, now hold still and honor those words like the good little girl I know you can be."
She fought to reign herself in but it was almost impossible as she felt him slowly come lower, lower, tantalizingly closer in.
And then, as if by miracle, he was there. On her. Claiming her for now and forever. The only man who ever would or could do something like this to her.
His hands moved to her pussy and before she could resist he had drawn her fully open. A long moan escaped her lips, her back arched and she pushed her ass upwards, revealing and exposing herself even more to his pleasure and to his gaze.
"Miss Falstaff." He hissed. "Hold still, don’t force me do something we haven't explicitly agreed upon."
With great effort she pulled her ass back down to the bed and waited.
Good girl, be a good girl. Her thoughts were wild, feverish, incoherent.
When he had satisfied himself that she had regained control of herself he began to lower his lips down and then and slowly, surely, deliberately pressed one long sensual kiss to her moist and soaking wet pussy.
It was enough. More than enough.
The orgasm that shook through her made the bed rock from side from side to side and her hips thrust wildly upwards again and again against the man above her, but he was firm, overwhelmingly powerful and held her down in place. Fully immobilized and prevented from thrusting her way to orgasm she unleashed instead a shrill scream followed by long, tortured groans of relief and then collapsed, exhausted, to the bed, gasping for breath, broken, satisfied but deeply unsatisfied at the same time.
The bastard. Sadistic fucking bastard. She had never felt anything like it before.
Lying in a daze she hardly felt Ruben rise from the bed and undo her bonds, leaving only the blindfold in place.
As the sensations of pleasure began to subside a feeling of gnawing emptiness took their place, followed by a wave of terrible loneliness greater than anything she had ever known in a life already filled with long years of cold, stoical, self-imposed isolation.
Ruben leaned over her and placed a hand to her head but the
"I want my kiss Ms. Falstaff. You promised me."
She felt him take hold of her ankles and she bucked, uselessly against the additional restraint of his hands. Loosening his grip he then moved slowly up along her lower legs, dallied in leisurely fashion around her knees and then continued up to her thighs, pushing them slowly even further apart, indirectly separating the folds of her pussy. She shuddered with powerful, internal contractions, her body screaming out for unattainable climax, realizing that - oh God - soon he would see her, fully open, wet and totally exposed before him.
No man had ever seen her like this before.
"Oh my God." He breathed in a low, awed voice as he saw just how wet and ready she was. His strained erection had been hurting him for some time and now the bulb of his cock pushed angrily against the inside of his pants. Every tiny moan, every exquisite movement of her writhing body was making him want to throw the plan, the promises, the gifts and requests to one side and just fuck her hard like any normal man would do.
But he held on, just barely, knowing that it would be all the better if he held back and played it according to the rules of his lifelong game.
She was as near to making him blow in his tightly buttoned trousers as any woman had ever come and he hadn't even gained that most important favor from her yet. The one he still hadn’t spoken of, but that would be another day and he would extract it from her, hold her to it firmly, just as he had done with this gift of a single mind and body blowing kiss.
He lowered his head down and she felt his breath between her struggling legs, on her pussy, underneath her and onto the low part of her tightly clenched buttocks.
"Stay quiet." He ordered. "Stop moving. Stop fighting. This is mine. This was your promise to me, made of your own free will, now hold still and honor those words like the good little girl I know you can be."
She fought to reign herself in but it was almost impossible as she felt him slowly come lower, lower, tantalizingly closer in.
And then, as if by miracle, he was there. On her. Claiming her for now and forever. The only man who ever would or could do something like this to her.
His hands moved to her pussy and before she could resist he had drawn her fully open. A long moan escaped her lips, her back arched and she pushed her ass upwards, revealing and exposing herself even more to his pleasure and to his gaze.
"Miss Falstaff." He hissed. "Hold still, don’t force me do something we haven't explicitly agreed upon."
With great effort she pulled her ass back down to the bed and waited.
Good girl, be a good girl. Her thoughts were wild, feverish, incoherent.
When he had satisfied himself that she had regained control of herself he began to lower his lips down and then and slowly, surely, deliberately pressed one long sensual kiss to her moist and soaking wet pussy.
It was enough. More than enough.
The orgasm that shook through her made the bed rock from side from side to side and her hips thrust wildly upwards again and again against the man above her, but he was firm, overwhelmingly powerful and held her down in place. Fully immobilized and prevented from thrusting her way to orgasm she unleashed instead a shrill scream followed by long, tortured groans of relief and then collapsed, exhausted, to the bed, gasping for breath, broken, satisfied but deeply unsatisfied at the same time.
The bastard. Sadistic fucking bastard. She had never felt anything like it before.
Lying in a daze she hardly felt Ruben rise from the bed and undo her bonds, leaving only the blindfold in place.
As the sensations of pleasure began to subside a feeling of gnawing emptiness took their place, followed by a wave of terrible loneliness greater than anything she had ever known in a life already filled with long years of cold, stoical, self-imposed isolation.
Ruben leaned over her and placed a hand to her head but the
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