Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
I shake my head, telling the truth for once. "Just you."
"Good." His grip tightens and I watch in wonder as the head of his cock grows redder. "I don't want you to. Ever. Now show off my pussy for me."
"You don't own it."
"I don't?"
I hesitate, biting my lower lip before shaking my head no.
"Who does, then?"
"I do."
He laughs out loud at this. "Sure, trouble."
I stop touching myself and glare at him. "What?"
"You don't even want control over your own pussy, do you, Willa?" he asks in a throaty voice. "You want me to take over. Make everything easier for you. Wouldn't it be easier not to decide when you touch and come?"
His words are hypnotizing, and I find myself nodding at all those questions that are simultaneously making me blush. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl."
There they are again, those two little words that always make me weak at the knees. Except tonight it's not bad – in fact, I fucking love this feeling. Being praised has never felt better.
My fingers have found their way back between my legs, quickly rubbing my sensitive clit into an orgasm that makes my toes curl as I moan out all my frustrations.
"Did you just come?" Raphael's stormy eyes glare as he jerks his cock. "Without permission?"
"I... I didn't think you were serious," I stutter, coming down from the waves of pleasure.
"I don't joke about your pleasure, trouble. I was going to fill you up, but just for that, you can lick my load off the floor."
"What?" I snap, as he takes a step forward, placing my hands on his cock. My fingers tremble. I can't even put them together around his cock, he's too thick.
"Jerk me off, Willa," he demands. "I want to come. As fast as you can't, and don't fucking stop."
I bite my tongue. I want to argue with him, but I also want his load. My mouth waters even more as I watch his cock throb with the need to unload all over me. I stroke him with curiosity, trying to see the reactions my touch elicits from his dick. Once I find something he really likes, I repeat it, fast, then slow, then fast, then slow again. I can tell it's driving him crazy.
I thought he'd fight me on this, wouldn't let me control how he comes.
But Raphael seems to love it, though he’s glaring at me with a look I'm almost afraid of.
"Fuck," he grunts. "I'm going to fucking come."
I greedily kneel in front of him, but he grabs my throat and holds me at arm's length. I struggle but achieve nothing, glaring at him.
"I told you, you're being punished," Raphael gets out through gritted teeth. "Watch it spurt on the floor."
"No."
"Yes." He jerks his cock fast then points it to the floor as creamy ropes of cum shoot to the hardwood. He comes with a pained expression, and I struggle against him to drink it right from his cock. But his grip on my throat tightens, hurting me, and I claw at his fingers as he leans down and steals a kiss from my parted lips.
Before I can react, it's over. Raphael pulls back and exhales, pointing to the puddle on the floor. "Good job, trouble. There's your prize, if you want it, of course."
He smirks at me and I hate myself as I hungrily lap up his load off the hardwood. I can't help it as I lick up every last drop. This is what he's turned me into.
Raphael picks me up in his arms and places me on his desk. His fingers find my pussy and before I can stop him, his mouth joins in. Another orgasm wracks my body and I’m moaning for more all over again.
While I recover on the desk, he kisses my cheek and disappears into the men's room.
I shut my eyes and force myself not to go to that bad place that's always waiting for me.
The one that tells me I'm worthless. Nothing. That a man like Raphael, handsome, successful, charming, could never feel a thing for a piece of trash like me. My bottom lip wobbles but I manage to hide it from him as he walks back out, gently wiping down my tired body with a warm cloth.
‘Good girl,’ he says and his words make me smile.
After, he offers me one of his shirts he keeps in his office and I belt it with one of his spare belts. We pull two armchairs together and cuddle, watching the skyline outside.
"So, what do you think, Willa?" Raphael whispers into the shell of my ear. "Will you let me control you? Let me decide when you have pleasure?"
"I want to," I murmur back.
"So say you will."
"I will, Daddy."
I feel his cock throb against my ass and I giggle, settling into his embrace. I've never felt this safe in my life.