Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“I’m going to come down your throat,” he told me. “I want you to swallow every drop.”
I nodded, unable to speak. He lifted his head from my cock and wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing tightly and helping me hold back my orgasm. Then he pushed deep into my mouth over and over until he groaned, and I felt his hot seed pour out. It was all I could do to swallow it fast enough. Some still leaked from my mouth. Would he punish me harder for that?
When he’d emptied his balls, he slowly pulled himself from my mouth and let go of my cock.
I lay there, panting, trying not to think about how desperately I needed to come, and wondering how much longer he planned to torment me.
He reached for the belt, unfastening it and unwrapping it from my wrists. He lifted each of my arms one at a time, kissed my wrists, and rubbed them, working feeling back into my hands. “Can you move all your fingers?”
I nodded.
“Show me.” I did, and he smiled. “Perfect. Scoot down to the end of the bed and get on your hands and knees. Don’t you dare touch yourself or come.”
I struggled to make my shaky limbs support me. The room swirled around me. I wasn’t sure I could handle whatever he had planned. “Wh-what are you going to do?”
He picked up the belt and slapped it across his hand. Holy shit. Was he really going to…
25
Remington
I ran the smooth leather of my belt over Henri’s ass cheek. He shuddered and his hands slipped out from under him, bringing him down to his elbows. I liked the position even better, the way his back arched, making his ass stick out as if he was asking me to punish him.
When I’d found Henri in my office, I’d been truly angry. I was also shocked he had managed to learn so much about me in such a short time. I never played my cello for anyone but myself, and the song I’d used for my password was special to me because my grandmother used to play it all the time when I was a kid. It was one of my strongest memories from the time before I realized more concretely what our family did; before I realized that my parents were like business partners, but they felt nothing for each other; before I realized I was going to grow up to kill people. I wouldn’t give up my position now. The power was too addictive, but that music made me remember a time when I had my innocence.
How could I be okay with the fact that this man knew my secrets? He didn’t know the worst one, though. He didn’t know how I’d gotten myself out of that murder charge. I didn’t regret what I’d done. It had been the right thing for me and for Gayle’s victims, but no one knew except Marjorie and X.
I didn’t care about any of that now. I was just hot as hell for him and desperate to see how far I could push him. All I wanted was to watch Henri struggle and beg as I tormented him until his release would be as much pain as pleasure. I wanted to punish him, and he deserved it. He’d known the rules, and he’d broken them. I could send him away without a cent. I could choke the life from him, but I wasn’t going to do either of those things. I was going to keep him right here and use him for exactly what I needed, over and over until our time together was up.
“Brace yourself,” I warned him.
“Remy, please.”
The desperation in his voice only made me harder. I slapped my belt against his ass. The blow was nowhere near as hard as it could have been, but he cried out, trying to scramble away from me. I seized hold of his hip, squeezing hard, knowing I would leave bruises there.
“Hurts so much,” he whimpered.
“Good. Maybe it will teach you a lesson.”
I brought the belt down again on his other cheek. He flinched, but he didn’t try to escape.
“That’s better. You can take this. You chose to disobey me, so take the consequences.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t… I can’t…”
I laid the belt across his ass even harder. He cried out again, the sound full of anguish, yet he couldn’t keep his hips still. I reached underneath him. As I suspected, his cock was rock hard and leaking. “You want this, don’t you?”
He whined pitifully.
“You knew what would happen. You knew I would find out you’d been in my office and that I’d give you what you longed for.”
“I… No!”
I spanked him again. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I didn’t want to get caught, but I…”
“What?” I asked, setting my belt down and digging my fingers into his ass, squeezing hard as he squirmed, trying to get away. I loved seeing his ass red from my blows and feeling the heat of his abused skin.