Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“Are you asking or telling me?”
“Uh-huh,” my moaned answer is attached to me rocking into the steady movements, “and the whole thing was one of those roleplay videos. And…and,” I can’t stop the tiny shudders taking me by storm, “it was supposed to be like a kinky Rapunzel.”
There’s a glint of humor in Elias’s gaze that I can’t deny seeing even in my sexual haze.
“And uh…uh…in the video, the girl’s getting rammed from the back while this other guy…this,” I pant as I play the imaginary porn in my mind, “other guy is like giving her a cum deep-conditioning treatment or something which is why you get really turned on when you scrub my hair.”
The ridiculousness of the description doesn’t have time to hit me due to my date asking another question. “And your theory regarding my preference for the women who are my dolls?”
When I don’t immediately answer, he keeps his word and begins to remove his touch forcing me to squeak, “Okay! Okay! Okay! You’re an only child!” The shallow thrusting is instantaneously restored. “You’re uh…like an heir to a real estate dynasty,” Elias nudges himself in deeper as if needling out a correction, “actually more than just the heir. More like a king. Or an emperor.” He stiffens his fingers to create a more cock like experience prompting me to taunt, “Or a dictator.”
His smugness is heard and felt during the steadily increasing strokes.
“Wikipedia says, you’ve increased profits by 30%,” I whimper, eyes tumbling back into my head unsure of what else to do while so close to the edge of coming. “You’re…meticulous. You want… ‘dolls’ you can dress, feed, and control leaving nothing up to chance and no unapproved details to…randomly disrupt your life.”
At that, Elias retracts his fingers, forcing me to open my eyes just in time to see him lean back on his haunches. His drenched fingers find their way to his mouth that’s curved into a cocky grin that I hate myself for craving.
I somehow manage to shuffle in a bit of air around my frustrated huffs.
Why aren’t we having filthy sex, out in the open, right now?!
Why aren’t my legs over his shoulders, heels kicking into his back, while a waiter walks around offering people martini glasses filled with cocktail sauce and shrimp?!
“33%,” the man in front of me corrects once he’s finished cleaning his fingers. “Our last two quarters were remarkable.”
I’m not surprised.
He works like he never sleeps.
“However, that was the only correct assessment you made.”
“Well, I was…kind of…joking about the Rapunzel thing…” I sheepishly state while trying to close my trembling legs.
It’s effortless for him to stop their motion with no more than a firm touch to my knees.
“While I do have an exorbitant amount of stock in Google, my researching as an adolescent occurred primarily at our in-home library. I had encyclopedias, regular access to more media than most, and numerous tutors to tend to my every academic need at any given time of the day or night.”
“Alright, I’m modifying my theory,” my declaration is given on a sassy smirk. “I think you had a long-haired, Rapunzel-esque French tutor who made passes at a young, impressionable you.”
This time Elias lets loose a haughty laugh. “Impressionable?”
“She obviously seduced you, which is why you like women with long hair.”
“Or maybe…” His frame snakes itself upward until our mouths are no more than two inches apart, “I seduced her.”
There’s no stopping me from pouncing his mouth for our tongues to intertwine. His hand dominates my hair, knocking the hat completely off. Too hungry to be tender has Elias swiftly claiming my seat and repositioning my shaky frame to straddle his lean physique.
Thoughts that I had banished earlier slowly begin to creep their way back into my mind at the faint sound of a champagne bottle being uncorked. I fight myself as much as him to break our kiss, “Elias-”
“Sir.”
“Sir, I-”
“What did I say earlier about you belonging wherever I can have you, little doll?” Elias’s hand clutches my neck, thumb grazing my quickened pulse, while his other frantically works to undo his pants. “You’re mine.” The statement seems accentuated by him tugging his cock out of its confines. “And I can have you here.” He uses the same fingers that granted his dick freedom to force my g-string to the side. “And I can have you now.” There’s not even time to breathe before he’s thrusting inside. “And I am.”
My mind races to the same speed my body is beginning to bounce. Feeling as though the only thing in life that matters is this moment leads to me urgently lifting myself up to sink myself deeper over and over again. I greedily drink in the epitome of confidence, claw at the chest of fearlessness, slide my tongue along the lips of power, tasting his undeniable dominance right alongside my own lingering juices.