Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“Thank you for letting me sit up, Sir.” She sniffed and reached back to rub her bottom, which made her luscious bare breasts jiggle enticingly.
“Now, are you going to try and tell me you enjoyed that?” Sirex asked her sternly. “Think hard before you answer or you might earn yourself another punishment!”
Phoebe tilted her chin defiantly.
“See for yourself, Sir.” Reaching for his hand, she pushed it down between her legs.
Before he knew it, Sirex found he was cupping her bare pussy.
“Phoebe, you don’t have to—” he began, but then she rolled her hips, pressing forward as she rubbed his fingers against her wet depths. And yes, she was wet—fucking soaked and so slippery and hot and ready Sirex felt both his shafts surge again.
“Do you see what it does to me to submit to you?” she breathed, rubbing against him shamelessly. “Do you feel how wet it makes me when you punish me? When you dominate me?”
Her words reminded him of the things she’d said when she was under the influence of the Sparkler drink. But she’d been inebriated then—she was sober now. Could it be she really meant it?
Sirex wasn’t sure—he didn’t dare to let himself hope.
“If you like it when I dominate you so much, show me,” he demanded.
“Show you?” Her lovely silver-green eyes opened wide. “How?”
“Like this.” he pushed her off his lap and reached to unfasten his trousers. A moment later his shafts—both stiff with desire—came into view. “Suck me, baby,” Sirex growled, looking down at her as she sat between his legs on the floor. “Suck my shafts like you did back at the palace. Prove you like it when I dominate you!”
Phoebe didn’t hesitate. Moaning with anticipation, she leaned forward and captured his smaller shaft in her mouth. At the same time, she began to work his lower shaft with both hands.
Sirex felt like he couldn’t tear his eyes from the erotic sight of his protégé going down on him. Back at the palace on Salacious Prime, he couldn’t get a very good view because of the table and also he’d had that damn Trollox watching. This time he had Phoebe all to himself and she was half naked and sucking him eagerly, switching from one shaft to the other, stroking and licking as though she couldn’t get enough.
Sirex groaned and ran his fingers caressingly through her hair. He didn’t force her down on his shafts though—he didn’t have to. She was eager to pleasure him with her sweet mouth—as eager as she had been that night at the palace.
“Mmm…chocolate and caramel,” he heard her murmur. “So I didn’t just dream it.”
“No, you didn’t dream it,” Sirex growled hoarsely. “Though you claimed to forget it the next day.”
Phoebe looked up.
“I did forget it. What else did we do? What else did I say?”
You said you loved me, just the way I am. The words hovered on his lips but Sirex swallowed them back down. They sounded so damned needy—so desperate.
“I chained you up in the shower,” he told her instead. “Using your manacles, I hooked your hands above your head so I could wash you. Later I had to bind you again in the bed, because you were getting too wild. I had to restrain you to make you behave so I could taste your hot little pussy and make you come.”
“Oh, Sir!” Her eyes fluttered closed for a minute as though she was picturing the scene. Then she looked up again. “That’s something you like too, right? Not just punishment—you liked tying me up. Holding me down.”
“I was just trying to keep you from hurting yourself with the non-con bracelets,” he growled.
“Yes, but you liked it. Maybe even loved it.” Holding his eyes with hers, she deliberately ran the tip of her small pink tongue around the aching crown of his larger shaft. “Would you like to do it again? Would you like to tie me down and fuck me, Sir?”
Sirex clenched his jaw, his cock surging and his blood pumping in a dangerous rhythm.
“Don’t…fucking…tempt me,” he growled. “Stop talking like that!” Tightening his grip in her hair, he pushed her towards his shafts.
Phoebe took his smaller shaft in her mouth again, sucking eagerly. The message was clear—“you’re not forcing me, I love this”—which only made him more inflamed.
Now that she had put the thought into his head, he couldn’t stop picturing it. Tying her down and taking her, making her moan, fucking her hard…
No, stop it! he warned himself as he thrust his smaller shaft into her hot, wet mouth. Don’t think of it—don’t imagine doing that to her!
But his Scourge half was surging out of control. The urge to dominate—to control and sexually subjugate the female at his feet was getting to be too much.
Finally, Sirex couldn’t stand it anymore. Pulling Phoebe off him, he rose and reached for her.