CHAPTER TWELVE : I WANT YOUR BODY.

“Yes sir,” I said, taking his enormous dick in my hands as I stroked it—my movements were immature and naive, but the way he threw his head back with, his mouth gaping open with his eyes shut as a raspy moan ripped through his throat did something to me.

My mind burned with passion to do more, craving to hear him moan loud, knowing I was the one doing this to him.

His shaft jerked in my hands, as the long veins underneath it, pulsed with blood flowing through.

My tongue darted out, licking the bead of precum on the head, and I purred in pleasure at the salty taste, my thighs growing sticky with arousal.

I did it again, this time licking him from his balls to the head, and at that moment, he let out a brutal groan of pleasure, which made me smile.

My lips wrapped around the head, as my tongue splayed out to lick the head, wrapping softly, and sucking on the beads of precum.

I took him in slowly, just the tip, then released it with a pop, making him moan louder, and his hands on my hair tightened.

“Don’t play with me baby girl,” he warned, his husky voice sent an ache down my cunt, and my hands darted down, inside my skirt to touch myself.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself, only I can make you come,” he threatened, making my movement pause.

He held on his cock, his fist tightening around the head, as his precum dripped down the length making my mouth water.

“Now suck, and do it like a good girl you are,” he said, and my body immediately obeyed.

My lips clasped around the head, and I struggled to accommodate the entire length into my mouth.

I slid upward, sucking on the head as I went back down, taking as much as I could.

His breathless moans fuelled me to do more.

His hands shook in my hair, as he guided my head down his length, his hardness hitting the back of my throat and making me gag, my throat flexing and accommodating more of him.

“Dirty girl, taking your boss cock, deep down his throat, knowing anyone could walk in right now, and catch us,” he said, and the thrill in being caught—of somebody walking in and seeing me in this position, me on my knees worshipping my boss’s cock made me almost cum instantly.

“Argghh,” he groaned—my eyes fascinated at his expression, which was scrunched up in pleasure, as he guided my mouth up and down his shaft, the head hitting the end of my throat at every time, the pain from his grip on my hair radiating through me, sending a different kind of pleasure down my core, as I struggled to breathe from the fullness and the pace with which he moved.

“Argghh…shitt,” He cursed, as I felt his thick length jerk widely in my mouth, ropes of cum trailing down my throat, which I swallowed eagerly, every last drop of it.

He tucked himself back in, scowling his expression again, as he looked at me like I degraded him, and that sent shame ripping through me like the last time.

“How much is your bill?” He asked, his eyes not giving away any emotions as he watched me.

His words sounded funny, so I did the only logical thing, and laughed.

I laughed hard—so hard that tears gathered in my eyes, which I blinked away not wanting him to see.

“So you are going to do it again? Treat me like a whore, just like you did the last time?”I asked, my body vibrating in anger and shame at how easily I had given myself to him.

“Paying for your services is not the same as treating you like a whore.

I don’t take things for free,” he said, his stormy green eyes, burnt holes in mine.

“Semantics,” I scoffed in anger.

“I don’t need your money,” I said, trying to calm myself, still feeling ashamed for my actions, and also the fact that he did not bother to get me off, although my arousal had disappeared now, at his words.

“Then what do you want?” He asked, as if not seeing anything wrong with what he was doing.

“What do I want,” I repeated, while taking in the seriousness in his gaze.

‘What do I actually want?’ I wondered.

I wanted many things for myself, like how I wanted my mother’s health to get better.

To take my inheritance out from the slimy hands of my step mother and sister.

To destroy Xavier for playing me like a fool for years and to break the marriage alliance between us.

But then, how could I possibly achieve those things, when I had nothing to my name.

“And you would give me anything I want?” I asked, gauging his reaction.

His jaw tightened, as he watched me like always.

“As long as it is in my capacity to give I will, but I have my conditions,” he said, and for a brief moment, his eyes flickered down my body.

“And what would that be?” I questioned not being ready to jump into a deal foolishly without knowing what was at stake.

“Your body. I want to use your body for my pleasures willingly, at any time, day, or hour I might need you, you would be ready. The contract would go on, for as long as I want it, but then I demand discretion about our involvement.

The moment even a word goes out about what is happening between us our deal is off,” he said, his piercing gaze on me.

“My body, just that? A man like you can have any woman you want, so why me?” I asked, finding it hard to believe that he would want me just because of my body, when I was not even a quarter next to the level he was.

“I have my reason for why I want you, now do you agree to the deal?” He asked.

“And you’ll give me anything I want?” I asked again, to be sure I was not hearing things.

“Yes,”

“What if I want your power and backing, but discreetly too, would you give me that?” I asked, my breathing steady, as my mind reeled with ways I could make my step mother pay for all the wrongs she had caused me and my mother.

“Yes, I would,” he said, as a calm silence settled between us.

“What is your answer baby girl, are you in?”