The Girlfriend (The Boss #2) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 144696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
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“Very useful for avoiding facial injuries,” Emir joked as he wrapped the wide strap around my calf, just below my knee. “Maybe a bit snug, but they’re velcro. They’ll let go if they are too tight. You are okay with this?”

“More than okay. It’s a good safety precaution.” I spread my legs and let him secure them. I pulled just a little, as a test, and heard the pop of velcro letting go. So, they weren’t restraints so much as reminders.

Not that, “Don’t break Emir’s nose” wasn’t a good enough reminder.

The dam had fluttered to the bed, so he tossed it into the trashcan and went for another one. This time, though, he only opened the package and didn’t take it out. Instead, he settled down to nibble and suck his way from my knee, up my inner thigh, and nearly to my vulva before starting all over again on the other leg. He repeated until I was panting, whimpering, and shamelessly humping the air whenever his cheek brushed against me.

“Tell him what you want,” Neil told me, a hint of amusement in his voice. “He might not give it to you, but I’d so enjoy hearing you beg.”

I laughed ruefully, hissing through my teeth when Emir’s tongue laved the bend of my knee. “Please. Will you make me come?”

“This is the second time you’ve asked me that.” He leaned his face against me, and his long lashes swept over my skin.

“I’m making a habit of it.” I caught my bottom lip between my teeth. “Please. Please make me come.”

“Once more,” Neil ordered me.

It took a lot not to strain against my bonds. “Please make me come.”

“Very well.” Emir unwrapped the dam and slid the latex against my wet core. I squirmed and anticipated his touch. It was just as hard not to break his nose this time. He licked up the sides of my clit, pausing to admire the view through the transparent film. I groaned in agony. I’d been waiting too long, and I needed something to take the edge off my need. When I wasn’t in full submission mode, I was way impatient.

Emir knew the most important aspect of going down on a woman: repetition. He found one thing that made my toes curl, and he did it over and over. It was a swirl of his tongue that started against the side of my clit and rolled around, then flicked over the tip. My hands clenched to fists, and I pulled against Neil’s hold. Emir’s elbows pressed my thighs flat to the bed, his palms anchoring the dam, and the restraints held me wide open. I couldn’t squeeze my legs together, and I couldn’t squirm away from his mouth. I’m not sure what weird psychology makes me try to avoid orgasm at the crucial moment, but most of my partners had been able to outsmart me and send me over the edge. Emir was no different, and when I came, it was with a howl. I nearly broke free from Neil, but he held me down, kept me helpless while Emir sucked my oversensitive clit into his mouth, tongue swirling and pressing hard through the tight latex. I screamed and rocked my hips and writhed, and when I came a second time I cursed, “Oh, fuck you!”

I wasn’t sure who that was for, Emir for making me come or Neil for holding me captive.

As I panted and sighed my way down from my peak, Neil released my hands. “I think that’s a wonderful suggestion, Chloe. I’d very much like to watch.”

I squinted up at him. I wanted to ask if he was okay, or if he needed anything. He interpreted my expression correctly— damn him.

“Should you be worrying about me, Chloe?” Oh, he had his Sir voice on now, and my heart beat in my swollen clit at the sound of it.

I shook my head. “No, Sir.”

“No. All you need to worry about is fucking my friend Emir. Spreading your legs for him and letting him have you any way he desires.” Neil moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves back as he spoke.

“Yes, Sir.” My cunt ached at the thought of feeling someone new and different. I licked my lips. My mouth was dry. I wanted to be fucked, right now. And I wanted Neil to watch me getting fucked.

“Now, come here.” He patted his lap, and Emir helped me out of the restraints, so I could lie over Neil’s thighs. Neil’s big, warm palm kneaded my ass and I bit my bottom lip, my whole body tensed and waiting for a slap.

For someone who was so exhausted, he could really give me a hard spanking. He didn’t let up between the first three blows, and they landed crack, crack, crack in succession. I screamed and thrust my hips against his lap as the burning pain twisted into beautiful pleasure that suffused every cell.


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