Chapter 4: w***e only for him
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I had a few fleeting thoughts before I went in.
Combination of caramel latte, dirty white, and white was utilized in painting the wall. All types of slab inside clamor extravagance like how his firm arrows deliberately loosened his tie. I gazed out the sliding door window beaker to see how tall his penthouse is.
In front of me was a tall, masculine, and gorgeous man. His prominent jaw is distinguishable. His pointed nose, broad chest and shoulders, thick eyebrows, and deep eyes made my heart twinge.
The way how his eyes bounced in my direction, my feet has it's own mine to move backward because of the timidness he's bestowing me.
"Are you just going to stand there?" even his dark, deep baritone voice propels the hair of my skin stood up.
I looked down, groping nervous. He went to where the table is and gracefully poured alcohol into his glass.
He drank all of it while looking at me. No– scratch that. He drank all of it without breaking our hot, intimate locked eyes with each other.
By the time he sat on the sofa, I was ordered to move forward. His eyes were glowing red. The veins on his neck and hands protrude as his jaw clenched. He unbuttoned the first three buttons of his long sleeves before giving me a rough glance from head to toe.
Zacarias Ring Sterlington. I heard he's a businessman. A CEO of a well-known company. The moment I was sold to him, all the men in the crowd went raucous. The accountant tried to have a conversation with Zacarias as she spits facts about him.
He's dropped dead gorgeous if I were to describe him. But the way how his eyes roughly looked at me, all I could see was red and his coldness.
"Come closer," he sanctioned.
With my hands and toes trembling, I gently took a step forward. He was impatient, he plucked my hand and made me crouch in front of him causing me to groan in agony.
His fingers trailed my chin and grip on my neck tight. Tears start indulging at the edge of my eyes whilst trying to look away from his formidable frigid stares.
"Hold your tears. I don't want to see you cry," he said full of authority.
With a threat in his voice, I have no choice but to fulfill. I bit my lower lip trying to keep up the tears that wanted to circumvent. Mr. Sterlington came forward, he has a glass of alcohol in his left hand while his right hand are still on my chin.
The strap of my mini dress went down. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants as the shaft indulging from his boxer showed up, providing me a rationale to look away.
Zacarias pulled my hair and wobbled his face closer to mine before planting a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss itself is enough reason to make my p-ssy quiver. His rigid pull on my hair screams how much he wanted me to suck his hard and erect shaft.
"Suck," he dangerously sanctioned.
"T-This is completely– uhm!"
I was cut off. He pulled my hair towards his length and made me suck it by how speed he wanted.
My mouth is filled with his, stimulating me to choke when Zacarias pushed my head down as I heard his soft groans come out from his lips like a sweet lullaby to my ears.
At first, I didn't like it. He upheld my head to the point I'd choke to death. Zacarias noticed how I strode according to how fast he wanted and took his hands off away from my hair.
I stung my tongue out, licking his full length when I felt the thing between my legs starts generating wetness while giving him a head.
I never dated anyone before. All I wanted is money, not a relationship that could wreck me one day and hurt the s**t out of me every time we broke up. Things like this are new and I'm not sure if I'm doing it right or not.
The fear and anxiety I felt earlier were removed and changed by strong electricity electrifying both our bodies, keeping our bodies alive and ardent.
"Mhmm, keep doing that. Good girl," he mumbled.
Over time, I thought a head would be sufficient. He took my head away from his bulge as he carried me bridal style while bombing me with hot and tempted kisses.
Zacarias and I went inside a dark room. He didn't bother to open the lights as the brightest full moon is enough for us to see each other's burning desire. He set me above the bed, covered me on top as his kiss went down to my jaw, and down to my neck.
"S-Stop..." I softly beseeched, realizing what possibly could happen if we pursue.
His lips went to my ears, "You f*****g want me to stop?" he sensually whispered but there was a hint of ragged in his voice. "Who are you for me to follow?"
"T-This is completely i-insane..."
He kneeled on the bed. He pulled out the tie he has earlier and started wrapping both of my hands using it.
"Now you think it's absurd after sucking the s**t out of me?"
My brain says this is not right. This is not the thing I wanted today but it thwarts how my body concedes to what Zacarias is telling me to do.
Without further hesitations, he twisted me around using his firm and large arms inducing me to overlook the pillows and his white sheets. A sound of pants being discarded is all that I've heard before Zacarias slapped my butt hard.
"w***e," he claimed.
He heaved my dress and the underwear I'm wearing showed up.
"Ahhh!" I whined when another slap landed on my butt cheeks for the second time.
"Ass up, face down," he ruled, which I forthwith fulfilled.
I came to be losing my mind. The moment he kept on touching the thing between my legs while I'm in a dog-style position, I wholly missed my sanity.
Things emerged too fast. All I know was I'm being pounded from behind, his full length is stretching my hole whilst I perceive the mixture of pain and pleasure.
"You're a w***e. A w***e that is only for me," he erotically lamented before he commences falling over inside me arduous and ragged.
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