Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Take my clothes off,” the words escape my lips. I try to sound tough and commanding like I’m in control. But what comes out is a whimper, “please, sir.”
“I’ll do that, pet, but one more word out of you, and I’ll punish you.”
Owen grins at me, then, just like before, tears my clothes off. He shakes his head when he catches sight of my nakedness. I can feel my wetness already flowing on the inside of my thighs.
“So wet for me,” he chuckles.
His hand reaches to my pussy and lightly touches my slit. Then, he licks the juices from his finger. I want to beg him to touch me more, lick me, but I’m not in control. He is, and he will explore my body whenever he wants to.
He finally lets go of my wrist, only to turn me around. His hard cock presses my back, and I cannot help but grind my skin against it. Owen takes my wrists again and puts them behind me. I feel something wrap around them, and then I’m bound. His pants finally fall on his feet, and his cock springs behind me. Inside me, I plead in my mind. But Owen only pulls me to him and leads me to one of the sofas.
The General sits down and pulls me to his lap. I lay across it, my ass up in the air. I know what is to come before I even feel the slap on my butt. Yet, I still moan loudly. He spanks me again, and I start to slide down. He grabs my breast and squeezes, then another slap. Pain rushes through my body, and I’m preparing myself for more. But he suddenly pushes two fingers inside my pussy.
At first, he is gentle, stroking. Then he pushes farther and faster, and my pussy walls tighten around his fingers. I can feel my orgasm building, and as he continues his pace, it takes over me. A stream of clear liquid spurts out of me, and then his fingers slide out. And another spank reddens my behind. I’m reeling from the delicious sensation, but I’m still craving him.
“Please,” I start.
Owen hits me again, and I can feel the rawness of my skin.
“Please. I want you inside me.”
He grabs my nipple and pinches. Then, his hand races down my ass again.
I groan in pain, but I can feel my pussy starting to twitch. I’m enjoying this. Despite myself, I delight in the feeling of powerlessness. I like it when it is Owen. I crave him taking control of me. So, I turn to him, lick my lips, then let my eyes plead for his cock.
Another hard slap hits my ass, then Owen lifts me up and impales me with his cock.
“Yes,” I shout. “Fuck, yes!”
The General reaches for my breasts and kneads them. I bounce on his cock, coming down faster so that the tip of it reaches a very sensitive spot inside of me. I continue this pace, slamming myself on him while his hands massage my breasts and pull my nipples.
This is the best way to spend a lunch break. I wish I could do this often.
Suddenly, his hands leave my breasts, and he holds my hips. He pushes me down harder as hot jets of cum start to fill me. He reaches forward and rubs my clit with fervor. My orgasm follows after. My mind goes blank, and the room spins as my body pulses with pleasure. We stay connected until he finally stops cumming, and the electricity coursing through me dials down.
We both start to catch our breath. Then, I slowly ease his cock out of me and reach for my bag. Taking an extra dress was the right decision. I’m about to put it on when my phone starts to vibrate. It’s my home number — it’s Myah. Really? This young lady really knows when to make me feel guilty about keeping her away from her father.
I grab my phone and head to the suite’s bathroom. I try to calm myself down before I answer.
“It’s really not the best time to call me. I’m with —”
“Hello, Sloane.”
It’s not Myah. Chris Keeley is on the line, using my phone. My father’s at my apartment, and Myah’s all alone with him. Fuck.
“What the hell are you doing at my place? You’re not welcome there,” I try to force my anger in my whispers, but I still don’t want Owen to hear me. He doesn’t have to know how my father infuriates me. It’s not something I want to share with him.
“Is that the right way to treat your father? Why I only came here to visit my one and only daughter. And yet, the only person in your apartment is this dilly-dallying child.”
I hope that my father will not do anything to Myah. But still, an icy feeling creeps through my veins.