Dominate me by Julia Romush (best motivational books to read TXT) 📕

My B.friend*s father

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"Mistresses obey. Satisfy. Always want. Will you agree to that?"
"Yes. In return of..."
"I know your terms. Are you ready to hear mine?". I hate the way he looks at me. It makes my skin tingle.
I sold myself out to a powerful man. I became a mistress of a cruel and merciless man.
I need money in order to save my sister, and he is the one who's gonna give it to me. I should work for him for two months. I would never agree to this, but I have no choice other than share a bed with him.
I wish I knew the real price I would have to pay. What does it mean to be with him? Belong to him?

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I looked into his eyes and believed that I could have even a little power over him. At least somewhere. Let it be so. Let it all be just in the bedroom. And he allowed me to believe in this fiction. He played with me. He enjoyed the way I behaved.

I ignored his silent warning, and my fingers slid lower. To his belt. And he just pulled me harder by the hair, and then ... His lips dug into mine.

The blood in the veins boiled. It swirled. In general, it seemed to me that my skin was inflamed. The hand on his belt shuddered. A groan escaped our throats and drowned in our kiss. Greedy. Hard. To hell with the passionate.

When I still managed with the belt and touched the aroused member, Artem growled in my mouth. And then ... abruptly stepping away and breaking our kiss, he looked into my eyes, as if looking for an answer there.

A second later, I was on my knees.

"So you became brave?". His hoarse voice made me come to my senses.

I realized that he wanted to fuck my mouth again. I jerked back, but his fingers on my shoulder wouldn't let me do it and just pushed me forward.

Blood pulsates in the temples. Inside, everything seems to be burning, and I can't move. I can't even blink. I watch in fascination as Artem unbuckles the belt on his pants. I swallow loudly when I see dark boxers, which cover a significant bulge.

Everything is already burning in my throat, and it has not even appeared in my mouth yet. I remember how it was last time. I remember everything, and this time I don't want to.

I understand that I need to take the initiative. Show at least some activity. If I do not start, the man, like last time, just pulls me on his cock and fuck as he likes.

You can't be ready for that. Cannot be configured. My eyes widen when I see his cock. Even though I already know him, I can't calm the anxiety inside me. The spectacle I saw shocks me. His cock looks huge. Powerful. I don't know, maybe because it has a lot of swollen veins or because of a large head.

Artem is tired of waiting while I examine the instruments and his hand, touching the back of my head, pushes me forward.

I open my lips and close them on the head of the member. I like this taste. Slightly salty.

I absorb it until the head of the member rests against my palate. I suck lightly and, releasing it from my mouth, I walk my tongue over my head. Making circular motions.

I hear my man breathing catch. Opening my lips again, I absorb the body deeper. I hear a soft roar and conclude that Artem likes what is happening. Perfectly. That's what I need.

I decide to continue. After releasing the member again, I start playing with my tongue. I speed up and slow down the pace. I sit on it again. I suck slightly.

When I already believed in myself and in the fact that this time everything can go like this, without deep penetration, Artem brings me back to reality. His hand begins to press on the back of my head.

"Don't strain your throat", he says hoarsely. And I'm not what strained my throat, I'm all tense.

A sharp shock. And it fills me to the limit. A huge member blocks the path to oxygen. There are tears in my eyes. The stomach is compressed in a spasm.

Artem comes out of me, gives such a desirable breath of air and again enters my mouth. I feel his head against the back of my throat and my whole body trembles.

I will never get used to it. I will never be able to take it so deeply on my own. But it's more like torture than a blowjob.

After a few such shocks, I realize that I need to start breathing through my nose and not really strain my throat. As soon as I manage to relax it at least slightly, everything becomes not so bad.

Artem comes out of me again and when I expected another devastating shock, his fingers touch my chin. He lifts my face slightly. So that I could see his eyes. Eyes in which I see desire. Lust. And something else I can't understand. He looks at me as if he wants to see something in them. My lips were probably already swollen. But he does not look at me with disgust. He looks at me so that, in my lower abdomen, everything starts to pulsate.

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