Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Sex is about power.
Being able to control your lover’s entire body with just a simple flick of your tongue was power.
You controlled their brain waves, their heart, their ability to breathe, to think, to function, and even their hormones.
Their entire being was in your hands.
Stella had this incredible look of awe and bliss on her face, and I had to wonder if she felt that power too.
I shook the thought from my head. This had not gone to plan. I had caught her in my study, and I had meant to punish her, not teach her how much she would love getting on her knees for me. This should have been painful for her.
She should have been punished severely. Instead, I showed her a new way to control me, and I gave her an orgasm for her trouble.
Fuck.
“Get up, go upstairs, and get changed. We leave in an hour.”
“Changed for what?”
“Excuse me,” I bit out. “Do as you are told.” I reached for my belt again, and she flinched.
The lust in the air fizzled out in a second as she got to her feet and grabbed her underwear. Whatever spell she was under disappeared, and she was back to her bratty self.
“I need to know where we’re going so I know how to dress.”
“We’re going to a polo match.”
“I don’t want to go to a polo match,” she said, covering her chest with her arms.
“Then it’s a damn good thing I wasn’t asking. Isn’t it? Go get changed now, or you will go naked.”
CHAPTER 24
STELLA
Ididn’t understand what had just happened.
Lucian Manwarring caught me in his office.
He had proof I was trying to get into his computer, and there was no way that he believed the lies that I had made up on the fly. My excuses had sounded lame to my own ears.
The look he had given me told me he knew I was lying.
It wasn’t the first time I had lied to him.
It wasn’t the first time I had disobeyed him, and every single time that I had done that, he had punished me in ways that left me aching and confused. This time, I wasn’t aching, and confusion wasn’t the only thing that I was feeling.
I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. Satisfied for one, but somehow not. My body was still aching for something else. I just didn’t know what, or I didn’t want to tell myself what I still needed.
Of course, I knew what some men liked their women to do.
The notion of a blow job was not foreign to me, although I had never done it. I had heard the maids giggling about one of them doing it to somebody and how it was scandalous. I, of course, knew that men expected oral sex from their partners.
It was one of the easiest ways to keep them happy. Even the girls at boarding school had talked endlessly about different tips and tricks they’d learned from reading salacious magazines.
It always seemed like an unfortunate, disgusting chore that women were occasionally forced to do. Maybe not wives, unless it was their husband’s birthday or they had bought a particularly lovely piece of jewelry, but girlfriends, mistresses, and not too long ago, probably secretaries.
What I didn’t understand was that no one ever mentioned how good it felt, how it messed with your head and made the giver’s body sensitive and filled with this addictive, buzzing sensation.
Those magazines also never said how getting on your knees for a man looked subservient and should have been submissive, but there was a strange kind of control with the act itself.
Even when he’d grabbed my hair and thrust into my throat, I’d still controlled how deep he could go. I still controlled how much pleasure he got from his actions.
I controlled how tight or loose I held my lips, how wet and how firmly I rubbed my tongue along his shaft. There was nothing he could do to force any of that. That was on me.
What I really hadn’t understood was when he put his mouth on me. The women had never talked about that. I hadn’t thought men did that type of thing.
That alone was a completely new sensation that my brain didn’t have time to understand fully before I was overwhelmed with pleasure and massive explosions going on behind my eyes. The lack of oxygen from my only occasional breaths made me light-headed and seemed to intensify the entire experience.
Lucian had licked me and tasted my skin in the most private, personal places, and I wanted him to do it again.
I gave myself until I got back into my room to let my mind try to understand and absorb what had happened. There were so many feelings rushing through my body and so many hormones flooding my brain that I was having a really hard time making sense of it all.