All Chapters of Suck Me Dry: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

NathanaelBaxter looks up at me with big eyes, and it takes everything in me to tear myself away from the fantasy that is building in my head because of it. “You haven’t even finished your main course. What about dessert?” Instead of driving my hand into his hair and taking advantage of him being already in the perfect position to get him onto his knees, I gesture at a waiter to bring me a chair. As soon as I sit down at their table, I can observe Brad's obnoxious grin disappear. “I’ll take what he is having,” I say nonchalantly, pointing to Baxter’s plate. He is still watching me with his big eyes, and I can’t help but notice that he seems quite strange. I can’t decipher his look, and what bugs me more is that he has closed his mind towards me once again, as I can’t hear his thoughts.He has to stop doing that! “So,” I turn towards Brad, forcing my thoughts to concentrate on a different matter. “Did you want to discuss a new contract with my employee without involving me, Brad?

Theodore I clench my teeth as I sprint up the stairs, breaking through the double doors made of damaged glass, and continue pushing forward even if my legs feel like they are going to give out beneath me. Taking a deep inhale out of pure desperation, I fight myself to my apartment. My running thoughts risk having the best of me, and I curse myself as I am as pathetic just as much as I am a coward. “I should have asked him to come upstairs,” I mutter to myself as I lean against my front door, inhaling a shaky breath. Looking around in my apartment, I scrunch my nose. Yeah, just the place he wants to find himself in after already dealing with th

TheodoreOkay, this is not a business club. I let my shoulders slump as I stare at the hall decorated with black fabrics and red lights. Strippers are dancing in cages floating above the partying crowd, wearing nothing more than tiny patches and thin strings of cloths to cover their most intimate parts. Holy… I stand there like an idiot, staring agape as I get hypnotized by the movements of a lean dancer, as an elegantly dressed man approaches me.“Sir,” his fingertips touch my upper arm, and I jerk up. Looking at him with wide eyes, I lift my hands apologetically, my helmet still in one fist. “I’m sorry. I know that I don’t fit the dress code. I swear that I’m going to behave and I’m just looking for—“He doesn’t seem to be able to hear me over the pumping music and just carries on with his mission of obviously wanting to kick me out. “This way, sir.” He gestures to a hallway, which doesn’t look as inviting as the dancer does. “Erm,” I stutter while he is already walking along

TheodoreOpening my eyes, I sigh deeply, the sheets rustling as I move to sit up. "Ouch," I flinch as the sting in my sore ass sends an amazing flashback through my mind. Chuckling, I let myself fall back into the bed. My thoughts go back to the night before, my heart flipping in my chest as for the first time, I remember everything. I remember our kisses, his hot breath fanning my skin as he kept whispering against my ear, his voice flooding my mind while overpowering the pumping music. A shudder ripples through me as I think of his dick penetrating me, his fingers roaming my body as he kept making me hard and ready for another round. I thought I would give out any moment, but my desire for him was so strong that I kept having hunger for more even as my muscles were screaming at me to stop. But even if I had wanted to, my muscles kept sizzling, fueling my frame with energy to continue and get myself more and more. Blushing, I think about how I could push aside my embarrassmen

TheodoreIn my panicky attempt not to die of an immediate heart failure, I move too fast, risking tipping over the cup of tea. I catch it right as it is nearly spilling all over the counter, the stench invading my nose as I clench the hot beverage in my hands. Pushing down the urge to address it in such a situation, I grimace. Well done, Theo. You are a master of flirting. “I—I…What?” He chuckles as he seems to be amused by my reaction, and as I remember that he can read my thoughts, I am even more embarrassed. “You are my beloved, Theodore.” I gasp audibly, swiftly, and may I say, clumsily, covering it by clearing my throat as my heart jumps up so fast that I feel like it took my breath away. “I can’t remember ever consenting to such a thing…” I push out helplessly. “That’s not something you consent to,” he laughs out loud, and I lower my head once again, hiding my smile as his laugh gets my body tingling. Leaning in, he gets into my field of vision, my heart skipping a beat