Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Is this what’s on her mind?
“Jesus, Jake, so you have nothing better to do with your time than follow this story? It doesn’t matter. We’ve got groundbreaking sales in Milwaukee, we’re on the verge of breaking new ground overseas, and the damn White House is interested in buying vacation homes in the Keys, and you’re still harping on about the goddamn protest those kids are doing?”
Cora freezes, but a sharp tug to her hair makes her suck again with renewed vigor. I thrust into her hard enough she gags, then continues energetically.
“Yes,” he says. “You have no idea how this negative publicity can affect your name, Liam.”
At least I think that’s what he says. I’m not as focused as I usually am, for obvious reasons.
I pump harder into her mouth, getting closer and closer to release, and fuck if she isn’t going to suck every damn drop.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I tell him, ending on a barely-contained groan. “I gotta go.”
“I’m coming up,” he says. “You’ve got papers to sign, and they’re vital.”
I groan out loud this time, getting closer and closer to coming. “Fine,” I tell him. He’ll think I just don’t want to deal with him, which is usually the case. “Get up here.”
“I’m in the building. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Shit. I figured he wasn’t anywhere near this close.
I end the call and grip my desk just as I climax, my seed spurting down her throat, but like the good sub she is, she sucks and swallows and doesn’t miss a beat until she’s taken every damn drop. I give myself just a few seconds to slump against my desk before I groan and push back my seat. Jake’s coming up and I want her out from under my desk.
I remove my cock from her perfect mouth with a groan and quickly dress, then lean toward her and cup her jaw. “Good girl,” I say, removing her blindfold. Her eyes are no longer fiery and raw but bright with arousal, and when I release her cuffs, her hands swing free, coming to rest on my lap.
“A little of that fight’s gone out of you?” I ask, lifting her chin. She nods. I want to find out what’s on her mind and read her heart, but we have no time. I reach down and cup her perfect breast in my palm, then guide my hand to her ass and remove the plug. She comes up on her toes and I pat her ass.
God, I wish we had more time. “You behave yourself today, and I’ll reward you tonight, Cora.”
She bites her lip and whispers, “Yes, sir. Liam, really, I’m sorry. It wasn’t you.”
“Have you learned your lesson about taking it out on your dom?”
Chastened, she nods, but I lean in and kiss her soft, damp temple, tucking a tendril of vibrant hair behind her ear. “Listen, baby,” I tell her. “I can take you. You know that? You bring whatever’s pissing you off to me, and I’ll help you. But first, you’ve got to talk to me. I’m not a damn mind reader.”
She huffs out a mirthless laugh. “I’m not so sure about that sometimes.” There’s no denying the power exchange has given me a window into her mind and heart.
“We’ll talk about what’s going on in a few minutes. For now, go into the other room and rest while you wait for me.”
Subdued, chastened, she stands, and if I know Cora, she’s intensely aroused. Sometimes having to wait can keep her submissive, though today my preference would be to make her come over my desk. She gathers up her dress and steps quickly into the other room, shutting and locking the door behind her just as Jake knocks on the door.
I right myself and open my computer, feigning indifference as I tell him to come in. I want to get rid of him as quickly as I possibly can, because I need to see to Cora.
Jake comes into the room with a stack of papers he slams on my desk, his cheeks bright with fury.
“Jesus, man,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Will you get a grip? Why do you let a couple of college students get under your skin like this?”
“Couple of college students?” he says, pointing a chubby, sausage-like finger at the headline on the paper. “Their Instagram protest’s gone viral, Liam. Viral.”
“Honest to God, Jake, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell him. I sign a digital contract that’s waiting in my inbox, agree to an interview in a West Coast entrepreneurial magazine, and push the buttons that light up on my phone to voicemail. Shit, days when I give Mandy off don’t always work so well.
“What the hell is your problem?” I tell him.
“Liam,” he says, “Christ. Look at me!”