The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 5

My cheeks heat up and my heart is in my throat as the man slowly loosens his necktie around his neck, the intensity of his green eyes never leaving mine. His veiny hands then work on taking his tuxedo off him and his underneath shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and defined abs. I wait for him to remove the mask off his face, but he doesn't.

I've never been so lost before around men. Usually I have everything under my control but tonight I feel like my earned years of experience pleasuring men crumbles before me. I was confident with myself—with my skills—but that confidence has long disappeared facing this mysterious man.

“Unzip my pants,” he says, his voice like thunder in my ears, bringing shivers all over my skin. It's low and deep and laced with power giving me the impression that he has businesses all over the world, or maybe he runs an underground syndicate like those rich men in movies I binge-watched when I was depressed.

I bring my eyes to his pants, the outline of his member visible, restraining against the fabric, begging for freedom. He's hard already, and the sight of it makes me nervous all the more and the dim light of the room doesn't help. Nail might be wrong about me all along. The confidence I exude on stage is all fake and pretense.

I crawl toward the edge of the bed. The man moves closer so that I can reach his pants. I swallow as I work on unclasping his belt, feeling his hardness brushing against the lower part of my palm, just a little above my wrist. He takes the belt from me when I successfully remove it, and tosses it on the floor. Unbuttoning his pants, my fingers lower his zipper until I can't anymore, half of his member is already poking out of his boxer, and it's... beautiful and big—no, enormous. I'm tempted to run my thumb over the slit of its head.

“Drag my pants down, and don't do anything unless I tell you,” he orders. Dragging his pants down to his knees, I look up and meet his gaze.

“Rub your hand against it,” he demands again. I hesitate for a moment before gradually raising my hand toward his member and rubbing it beneath his boxer. My palm moves up and down, gentle and careful. The contact sends a strong current to run through my own s*x. I hear the man groan, and I'm afraid that I'm not meeting his expectations. I begin moving my hand in a circle, and his member hardens even more against my work, it's almost twice its size earlier, dissolving my worries.

“Spread your legs,” he says suddenly, his voice hoarse and thick with lust. I pull my legs out beneath me and open myself wide, my feet on the edge of the bed. For some reason, I feel more confident now—more myself, not the insecure woman I showed him earlier.

“Take off your underwear.” He sounds like he's almost at the peak. I do as I'm told. I wiggle my black underwear out of me with my left hand while my other hand still rubs his hugeness, exposing my wet, pulsating s*x.

“Remove my boxer, and put my d**k in your mouth.”

“I... don't think it will fit my mouth,” I argue before I can stop myself. I'm just being realistic here. I see him raise the corner of his lips, amused at my capability of arguing in the heat of our situation.

“I'd like to see your mouth try, Valeria,” he says, my name feels weirdly hot when he uttered it. My throat bobbing up and down, I drag his boxer with my fingers and watch as his member springs free, the transparent liquid on the tip of the head calling the attention of my tongue, and I don’t resist the urge. Without his order, I stick my tongue out and lick the liquid off, tasting a mixture of salt and sweet.

“f**k,” he curses under his breath. Wrapping my hands around the body, I lean my head in, close my eyes, run my tongue from the base to the head.

“So good,” he moans, running his fingers through my hair. I let out a smile from what I heard, satisfied with what I'm doing so far. Playing the head with the tip of my tongue, I descend my lips and kiss the slit before wrapping the head with my lips, my mouth wide open that I think I heard my jaws click. I move a bit slowly, forcing his massiveness to fit fully inside that I feel tears sting at the corner of my eyes. I pull my mouth out and catch my breath, my saliva coating his head. Trying once more, I bring the head back in my mouth.

My mouth more familiar with the size this time, I manage to go all the way down to the base with less effort than the last time. Looking up to the man, the man praises me behind his golden mask, his voice barely coherent under the stronghold of utter pleasure, “G-good job.”

It's nice to hear validation from him as it gives me assurance that I'm giving justice to the amount that he's paying me for. Feeling him tense around my mouth, he takes his member out and pumps it with his hand near my face, his rhythm fast and his groans and moans filling the room. Opening my mouth in anticipation, white, sticky liquid bursts out of him not long after, covering me all over my face and mouth, and some finds its way to my dress and arms.

Silence descends the room and only his labored breathing can be heard. A moment later, I watch him drag his boxer and pants up, and buckle his belt. When he's fully clothed, he looks at me beneath his mask for a second before turning around and slipping out of the door without a word. Emptiness then settles in my chest as I stare at the door where the man just left, and I suddenly want to quit what I had started already and forget that any of this ever happened.