The Baby (The Boss #5) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
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“Oh!” She lifted up as the Sybian roared to life between her legs. “That is powerful!”

“That’s actually pretty low.” I offered the controls. “Do you want to be in charge?”

She settled back down with a sigh. “No. You do it. Show me how you like it.”

“Well, I like to be teased,” I warned her. “I like to be denied a little before I get my reward.”

“That sounds fine to me,” she purred.

“And then, I like it to be…relentless.”

She arched a brow in a question or a dare, I couldn’t tell which.

“Okay.” I sighed to let her know that she’d gotten herself into trouble. “You asked for it.”

I left the machine running, then walked around the platform. “Can I cuff your ankles?”

“Ooh. Sure,” she agreed eagerly.

“Stoplight system,” I told her. Then, in case she didn’t know what I meant, “Say ‘red’ if you want me to stop, ‘yellow’ if we need to make an adjustment or something before we go on, or you want to do something else. Do you get it?”

“Yeah, I’ve done that before,” she said. Her voice was becoming a little tight. I kept an eye on her, hoping I could tell when she was about to come. I buckled her ankles in and tested to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then, I climbed onto the platform and took up the controls, kneeling behind her.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a playful giggle, and I answered her by slipping my arms around her waist, then up to cup her breasts from behind. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, pressing my body close against her back. I ached for some relief myself, but I was used to denial. I could probably get off just listening to her breathing speed up, her moans of leisurely pleasure as the machine churched away beneath her.

I kissed her in the curve between her neck and shoulder, then buried my face there, drawing circles around her nipples with lazy swoops of my fingers. “You’re going to let me know when you’re ready to come, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” she groaned. “Let me guess, that’s the denial. You’re not going to let me.”

“You got it.” I reached for the controls and turned up the rotation of the dildo inside of her. It put exquisite pressure on my g-spot when I used it, and she seemed to like it as much as I did, her hips jerking suddenly.

“Faster,” she said, and I made an admonishing noise.

“I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do.” I turned it back down, and she cursed. “But since you are the guest.”

I turned it up even higher than before and nudged up the vibrations, as well. She moaned and rocked her hips. I tickled my fingers up and down her sides, proud of myself at how easily I’d assumed the role of a top. I thought I was the tormented and not the tormentor. It surprised me that I could make the switch, at all.

“I’m getting…” Gena said, her voice breaking.

I flicked both dials completely down, and she bucked her hips in frustration.

“Don’t come,” I whispered against her ear. “Whenever I do this, I always want to come, right away. Because it would feel so good. Wouldn’t it feel good to come?”

“Oh, yes,” she whimpered, her head lolling back on my shoulder for support.

“But, once you come, trust me. You’re going to wish you hadn’t.” I sucked her neck, wondering if I should avoid leaving a hickey. It seemed like common courtesy, so I released her pale flesh before I could really cause a bruise. “Are you ready to go, again?”

“Yeah. Do I still have to tell you?” she asked, hope and resignation mingling in her tone.

“Of course.” I turned the dials back on. She dragged in a loud breath and rolled her hips, and I gripped them to feel the rhythmic surge. I wondered how she would feel on top of me, riding a strap-on. Weirdly, feeling the snake-like motion of her body made me wish I had a cock, just so I could know what it would be like to have her pussy all around me, undulating in those lazy waves and arches.

“This is so good,” she whispered, then a sharp “Ah!” alerted me to her impending climax before she could. I cut the machine, and she cried out in frustration. This time, I gripped her hips, so she couldn’t grind her way to orgasm herself.

“Usually, Neil makes me go for five,” I told her. “I like five. It’s a good number, right?”

“No, it is not,” she objected forcefully. “I want to come.”

“Okay. How about three, then? You only have to stop one more time?”

Her moan was choked, like she might actually weep. “Fine. Yes, one more time.”

I reached for the controls and turned them back on, to the low, easy level she’d been getting before. “Have you ever done the denial thing before?” I asked.



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