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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Blood begins to flow in the veins. I feel so hot in a second, as if a fire is burning under me. I can't explain it. I'm losing my head. Madness. And I like it. I like the way it affects me.

I like the power he has over me. And I like what he lets me do in that second.

He is different. Not like before, and I don't know what it has to do with. Something has changed between us. Changed for the better. And I'm excited about all this. I don't know if that will change tomorrow. He will punish me for being weak and allowing more than usual. But now I don't care. Now I will take everything he will allow me, and I will think about the consequences later.

From one touch of his lips to mine, I feel as hot as if my skin is inflamed. It's like I'm a bomb, and he's a match that set me on fire in a second. I explode, shatter into a thousand small fragments, and he catches each one, to the last. He takes everything to himself, so that only he can get it.

He kisses me. It is absorbed by the lips so that I forget how to breathe. It seems that the air ceases to be the most important at this moment. I'm all focused on Artem. On his lips. Smell. Taste. On the feelings and emotions that I feel.

It turns out that even a cold stone can ignite. Can't stand it. Burst. And show true feelings and emotions. Or maybe I'm starting to come up with something that doesn't exist?

But I don't care. For now, I don't care about anything. I can only be responsible for myself. And I accept the fact that I want this man. I want his attention. I want to receive his favors. I want to receive that he didn't promise me.

His fingers squeeze my hair and his tongue is hard against my mouth. This kiss is more like a greedy fight. Because I also take part in it. Our tongues intertwine and fight, as if each of us is trying to prove something.

He can break my resistance at any moment. Just suppress me and all. As I did before. As he showed me who is in charge here. But this time it does not happen. And from understanding all this, I am engaged even more strongly.

When a man breaks our kiss, I'm ready to scream in indignation. What the hell ?! I want more!

But I don't have time to open my mouth as he picks me up and puts me on myself.
I moan softly as his hands crawl under my dress. And then they squeeze my buttocks so that I bounce slightly.

He looks me in the eye. And from this point takes your breath away. Inside, everything seems to be tied in a tight knot. And I want to solve it. And I know that only he can help me deal with it.

I want to run my tongue over his lips. I want to taste it. Get a dose of your pleasure.

And I don't have to wait long. I lean forward, slide my fingers along his neck, rise higher, bury my fingers in his hair and immediately run my tongue over his lips. Slow. Painfully slow. I give a hoarse moan. Right in his lips.

Artem does not hurry me and does not interrupt. Let's do what I do. As if he was wondering what I would throw away.

My fingers slide down his neck ... To his shirt. I want to unbutton it. I want to run my fingers over his torso. I want to do everything that I was not allowed to do before. I want to take full advantage of this moment.

Artem continues to study my body. His hands are already rising higher with all their might. My dress flies off me. He pushes him aside, and then with a loud roar presses on my thighs so that I feel the full extent of his arousal.

I unbutton button after button on his shirt with my fingers trembling with excitement.

My bra flies to the dress. I'm almost naked. And all my desires are connected with his lips ... With his tongue. I want to feel his tongue on my body, on my chest ...

He seems to be reading minds. One of his hands slides up, winds my hair on his fist, and a moment later the man breaks our kiss. It makes me bend in my back and when his lips close on my nipple, I let out a loud moan.

Everything in the lower abdomen tenses. I begin to lean my hips forward. I touch his horny cock. Even through the fabric of my pants, I can feel how hard and big it is.

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