Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Damien…Damien…
I just experienced the best orgasm of my life, and my pussy is soaked and throbbing between my legs. I should be satisfied, yet all I want is more, more, more. I want to tell the driver to turn around so I can climb the steps back to Damien’s apartment, get down on my knees before him, and beg him to plunge his massive erection deep inside me.
But I don’t do that. I’m like a sex-crazed slut while I fantasize about my Damien, my new boss. I’m burning up as I let the driver ferry me back to my penthouse where the real walk of shame begins.
I step out of the car and do my best to hide my face by pretending to be fixing my hair as I pass the two doormen, who both nod and greet me politely.
“Hello,” I say, still keeping my head down and out of view. But I can’t help smiling to myself as I think about the fact that they have no idea just where it is I’m coming from or what just happened to me.
They probably assume I’ve just finished a meeting after a long day at the office, when in reality I’ve just been used and abused by a younger man whose control over me is something I can’t describe.
And he didn’t even fuck me.
That terrible, sexy bastard!
I can’t shake the image of him from my mind as I ride the elevator up to my penthouse. So tall, such broad shoulders, so lithe, with a cock like a forearm sticking out from between his legs. And oh my God, what a load…
I’m still tingling as I step into my apartment. The thermostat says 68 degrees, but I’m sweltering and instantly kick off my heels and step out of my clothes, leaving them on the floor as I make my way to the bathroom, where I start the shower, then go to my fun-drawer in my bedroom and retrieve my favorite toy. The nice waterproof one.
I remember when I bought this. It looked so big in my hands, but it’s absolutely nothing compared to what Damien has between his legs.
I step into the walk-in shower and sit back on the built-in bench, allowing the water to rain down on me as I think back to my encounter with Damien at his apartment. Even now, surrounded by my soaps and shampoos, I can still recall the scent of his body as he knelt on top of me, dominating me in a way that said only one thing: “You belong to me.”
Then I press my toy to the most sensitive little nub on my body and twist the bottom.
It instantly begins to vibrate, and my pussy begins to pulse with a hot, delicious rhythm. It’s wonderous, but if only it were Damien’s tongue on my clit and not something designed to replicate something he was blessed with that is far superior. If only it were his lips wrapped around my delicate nub, pleasuring me instead of me having to do the job myself.
I can’t get the thought of lying on my back on his bed out of my mind, legs spread as I looked up at him while I played with myself. Only a few days ago, the thought of allowing a man to see me do something so intimate would have been unthinkable. Now there’s one I can’t wait to show off for.
“Get down on all fours like the good little bitch you are.”
His words echo in my mind over and over as I continue to pleasure myself with my toy. I could not believe it when he first said that to me. The nerve! Unbelievable. Unthinkable!
Now all I want is to hear it again–hear more.
My breaths come harder, faster, my heart pumping quickly in my chest as the water rains down upon me. I close my eyes and picture myself back in Damien’s apartment with the collar around my neck, the leash tied to his bed, him standing naked above me with his massive erection signaling his arousal, and I feel my orgasm rapidly approaching.
My toes begin to quiver, then my legs begin to shake. My stomach tenses up, and I feel my cheeks go hot as I approach the edge.
But just before my climax hits me, my emergency phone starts blaring from the other room.
Instantly, I’m knocked out of my fantasy, and my orgasm slips away from me. I scramble for a towel as my blood pressure rises. I had the line installed so the office could reach me any time, day or night, if it was important enough. So I quickly race into the other room and grab the phone off its hook.
“Yes?” I say, trying to sound as though everything is fine and I haven’t just been masturbating to the memory of a mind-blowing evening with a young man who delivers packages to our offices.