Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
I don’t say anything. I’m not ashamed of my past. I’m not even ashamed of my promiscuity. But I am bothered that he can see it in me. Like it’s a part of me. But the thing is, he’s being a little bit presumptuous. I have never been a submissive. Not in this context. I’ve done one-night stands and shit like that with men like him. But this is way more than a one-time thing.
This is a pattern.
“No, it is not your first time. It’s just a new kind of beginning. Now listen. This is our lunch hour. Your performance here, in this office, with me, has nothing to do with your job. You are under contract. As I have already mentioned, I could not fire you, even if I wanted to, and I do not. Even if you refuse my offer of play and walk out right now, I will not retaliate in any way. I want a willing partner. If you’re not willing, I don’t want you.”
I am hung up on the word ‘play.’
And it’s exactly what I needed to hear, I guess. Because it reminds me that we’re in his game.
I walk over and stand in front of him. Our eyes are locked together for this short space of time and we just stare at each other. Then he nods and repeats his command. “Sit.”
I have knelt in front of many men before him. Flashes of memory dash through my mind. Not faces. Their faces didn’t matter. Hands, and lips, and eyes, and mouths. Fingers, and cocks, and bodies. Sweat and heat.
And then the familiar gut-clenching lust in my stomach ushers forward a tingle of wetness between my legs.
I kneel at his feet, knees facing him, head forward.
“No,” he says. “Not like that. Get comfortable, Nova. You’re going to be here for a while.”
I slide over on my hip and let my legs stretch out a little.
“That’s better. Now put your head here, just like we did on the jet.”
He was teaching me. So despite his rhetorical question, this is an education. He used our time on the airplane to prep me for this specific moment.
He got me ready. And it worked.
I place my cheek on his warm thigh, my eyes level with the thick, hard outline of his cock beneath his slacks. And I close them when he begins to pet my hair.
Maybe some women think this is degrading—and I will admit that it’s not something I’d want to do for a very long period of time, not with any one man, that is. I can’t see myself in a long-term submissive relationship like that. But an interlude. An affair. A temporary agreement—yes. It’s intoxicating.
“That’s it,” Mercer says, his voice a smooth baritone. “Relax.”
This gentle petting and stroking of my head goes on for several minutes. And I’m so relaxed, I might fall asleep. But then there is a pressure against my lips, and the tantalizing scent of fruit, and I realize he’s feeding me a strawberry.
“You can keep your eyes closed, Nova,” he whispers. “It’s all fine. Just take a small bite for me.”
I take a bite and chew. Slowly. My jaw moving across the muscle of his thigh.
He gives me another bite. Then another. And I know the strawberries are gone. He only had three.
“Keep your mouth closed now,” he says. I do this. But my lips are not pressed together tightly, so when he drags the peach across them, the sweet juice leaks past and onto my tongue, but also drips down over my chin. “Open,” he commands.
I open my mouth.
“Don’t bite it, Nova. Just suck on it.”
I do this too. When I peek open my eye, his cock is so big and hard in front of me, it’s like a rod snaking down his inner thigh.
“Give me your hand.”
I reach my fingers up and take his hand. He places it over his cock and helps me rub him. And I’m so horny right now, I have an urge to place my mouth over the head of his cock and suck him right through his pants.
But I don’t do it. I wait. I force myself to wait. And this desire of mine becomes just another fantasy running through my mind.
He removes his hand from mine, but I continue to rub him. The next time he places his finger on my lips there is a bit of pudding, or custard, or whatever it is. I don’t open my mouth because he didn’t ask me to. I let him paint my lips with the pudding. Smearing it over the plump flesh.
“Look up at me, Nova.”
I lift my eyes up and find his.
“Pick up your head, dear.”
I do this and stare at him.
Then he pushes his finger past my lips and into my mouth. “Suck me.”
Oh, God. This command, though simple, makes me react. My pussy is aching with lust. I want him. And I will gladly suck this pudding off his finger, but I’m so ready to suck more than that.