The Baby (The Boss #5) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
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She shook her head, a muffled “mmph” of pleasure sounding behind her lips.

“Really? Huh.” I’d thought of Gena as being more sexually adventurous and experienced than me. Probably because she’d known she was bisexual when we’d first had sex and my own bisexuality had come as a complete shock to me.

“Why does that sound like it surprises you?” she asked with a shaky laugh.

“It just seems like someone would have wanted to do this to you.” I cut the controls, again. “I mean, I’m looking at you here, desperate to come, getting a little sweaty…” I licked her neck, relishing the salty taste.

“Please,” she panted, reaching behind my head to grab a handful of my hair. She tugged, not to hurt me but to plead with me. “Oh, my god, Sophie, please let me come, now.”

“Okay, maybe three is too many. I’m going to let you come,” I promised. “And then, I’m not going to let you stop coming until you say ‘red’.”

“What if I say it right away?” she asked.

“Then, I’ll stop. But trust me, it’s amazing to keep going past what you think your body can handle.” I splayed my hand across her ribs, just beneath her breasts. “To lose yourself in the pleasure, until you think you’re going to die, until you’re afraid that you actually have because you’ve never felt anything so good.”

I turned on the rotation dial.

“When you’re screaming until your throat is raw, when you’re begging, but you don’t know what for,” I continued, stroking between her breasts, stopping to bite her earlobe. “You want it to stop. You want it to never stop. You want to get away from it, but you want it to consume you.”

I started up the vibration, again.

“Oh, god, faster,” she begged. “I want to feel it.”

“What do you want to feel?” I teased, turning up both dials, just a bit.

“I want to feel what you feel,” she gasped. “I want all of it.”

I twisted the knobs, increasing the speed beyond what she’d felt before, and she moaned a long, loud, “Oh!” Her thighs shook around the machine. Her spine arched, and a silent scream opened her mouth and tipped her head back.

I cranked the machine up higher.

“Oh, god!” she shouted. The shackles around her ankles kept her from moving too much, and my weight at her back held her the rest of the way.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she babbled as another orgasm shook her.

“That’s two. This time, I think you really should go for three,” I whispered against her ear. Her whole body trembled, like she was being electrocuted. That full body shivering only intensified as I turned the dials to the highest intensity. The dildo in her cunt would be whirling now, pressing and rolling over every inch of her dripping inner flesh. The vibrating rubber pad that pressed against her clit flapped with a rude, wet sound that I knew came from her juices as they coated the machine. I reached down and spread her labia, exposing her clitoris completely for the machine’s pounding vibration.

“Oh! Oh!” She screamed, and the sound twisted through various vowels and pitches as she writhed, trying to take more and escape, at the same time. The chains of the cuffs rattled as her feet kicked, and she slumped over, slapping her fists on the platform, her body still shuddering as she shouted, “Red! Red!”

I immediately turned the Sybian off and hurried to unfasten the cuffs from her ankles. She sat up, pushing her sweaty, disarrayed hair back from her face. “Fuck…oh, fuck. I can see why you’re into that.” She laughed, breathless. “Do you do this kind of thing a lot?”

“Not just this kind of thing,” I said with a shrug. “But Neil really gets off on the whole orgasm torture thing. Trust me, two or three? Is nothing.”

She eased up, the dildo sliding from her body, glistening with her juices. “What’s the record? Like, ten?”

I laughed sharply at that. “No. No, I think the record for denial was like, twenty-five denied, twenty-five forced. I couldn’t feel anything down there for forty-eight hours after that, I swear. And don’t even get me started on the ruined orgasms.”

She shook her head in bewilderment. “I feel like I’ve just been introduced to a whole new world.”

“Well, I guess fair’s fair, since you did that for me the last time.” And this time. I’d worried a little bit that my attraction to Gena had just been a byproduct of the already sexually charged atmosphere during our partner swap night, but I wanted her now even more than I had that night.

And she wanted me, too. She made that absolutely clear when I helped her down, and she used the opportunity to kiss me, holding my face in her hands, our bodies brushing together while her tongue made feather-soft ventures between my lips.


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