Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Go back out there and tell Joshua no. You will not go out with him this weekend.”
“Why should I?” she challenges.
My cock twitches, and I have to fold my arms so I don’t venture further over the line than I already am right now. All I want to do is grab her and push her to her knees and stuff her lips full of my cock until she can’t think twice about asking me why I tell her to do anything.
“Because I said so, Stella. And you like to do what I say.”
She’s quiet. Our eyes are locked. Neither of us moves, but I can practically feel the beat of her pulse in my own throat. I want to eat her alive, and right now, she can sense that. But I’ll never admit it. I’ll never admit that she gets to me. I just need her to know that she’s mine to toy with for as long as I want, and that’s all there is to be said about it.
“Okay.” She drags the corner of her plump red lip against her teeth.
Logically, I know I need to stop this insanity. I can’t uncross this line. But it pleases me so much to watch her submit to me. I need her to know just how much.
I pivot on my heel and move around behind her, gently dragging her hair to one side as I lean in to whisper my command in her ear. Her breath stutters, and she instinctively leans back into me, the pleats of her skirt brushing over my rock-hard dick. I know she feels it when she shivers, and I know I need to stop, but my brain isn’t doing the thinking as I drag my knuckles down her arm and watch her break out in goose bumps.
“Say yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir,” she breathes.
“Say I’ll do anything you want, Mr. Carter. Anything you tell me.”
She swallows, still trying to resist me, but ultimately caves in just as I knew she would. “I’ll do anything you want, Mr. Carter. Anything you tell me.”
“Prove it.” I close my eyes and drag my nose so close to the hot flesh of her throat I can almost taste her.
“How?” she pants.
“Get creative, Stella.”
The anticipation of what she might do is almost too much. But watching her turn around and sink to her knees in front of me snaps me back to reality. Her eyes are level with my engorged dick, just inches from her face. So close she can smell my arousal. All she’d need to do is unzip my trousers, and I could be right there between her lips. The lips that were made for sucking my cock and screaming out my name.
Motherfucking fuck.
“I can keep a secret, Mr. Carter,” she whispers. “Can you?”
“Stella.” I reach down and drag my thumb across her lips before taking a step back and glaring down at her. “You need to leave now.”
I turn away from her and drag a trembling hand through my hair. She is so quiet I almost don’t hear her get up. I can’t look at her, but I know she must be shattered. She must be confused, and rightfully so. I wouldn’t be surprised if she walks straight to the office and turns me in for my perverted behavior. But instead of telling her to do that, I call out one last instruction.
“Remember what I said.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
STELLA
AFTER DISMISSING JOSH, I spend the rest of Friday night in a restless state of curiosity. Sybil decided to stay late and put in some studio time and neither of my parents have answered my phone calls, which leaves me with little else to do besides ruminate on the events of this afternoon.
Mr. Carter touched me. He breathed me in. He made me promise him things. Dark things. Things I couldn’t even admit I wanted, but now I crave them with the intensity of a scorching flame. His touch, his commands, his presence. When I was under his spell, it was like I was drugged. Intoxicated by him. So much so that I can’t even be sure it really happened. Except I can still feel him on my skin. My lipstick is still smeared from his thumb. And the image of myself kneeling before him, obedient and willing to do his bidding, is burned into my mind for eternity. He is undoubtedly Satan, but I want him, no matter the cost to my soul.
I close my eyes and shudder as my fingers snake down between my thighs. I’ve never touched myself there, but now I want to. I want to touch myself and think of him. What would it feel like to be with a man? What would it feel like to have Sebastian Carter’s throbbing cock inside me?
My sensitive nipples scrape against the lace of my bra, and I wiggle uncomfortably as I try to figure out what my body likes. But before I can, someone knocks on my door, dousing my fantasy in cold water.