Bound To Mr Black Novels & Stories

"Please, I need more." "You need my cock, is that it?" Mr. Blackwood's voice was a low, mocking growl. "Yes, Daddy. Please. I need your cock." Mr. Blackwood chuckled, a dark, rich sound. He removed his fingers, leaving Liam feeling suddenly empty. He heard the sound of him spitting, lubing up his own cock. Then he felt the blunt, wet head of it pressing against his entrance. "This is mine now," Mr. Blackwood stated, his voice possessive. "This tight ass belongs to Daddy. And I'm not using a rubber. A real claim is raw."

Seeing that Aaron was unresponsive, Sarah hastened to beg the black-clad men, "My mother is the chairman of Luman Real Estate. She's very wealthy, with two billion. How about you release Aaron and me, and I promise to give you the money?" The black-clad man then leisurely looked at her, his playful gaze wandering between Elaine and Sarah. Suddenly, he turned around and said to Aaron, "Mr. Brown is indeed fortunate, with two beauties, each with her own unique qualities." Hearing this, Elaine's heart skipped a beat. A chill ran down her spine. This black-clad man seemed to imply something more. Could it be... Suddenly, she looked up and met Aaron's sharp gaze. An idea flashed through her mind,

Looking her in the eye. The beauty of it is she won't know who I am—not truly—not until it's too late. Mr. Black will just be another name in her schedule. A stranger. Polite, attentive, perhaps a little intense. She'll leave unsettled, curious, maybe even drawn in. And later, when she pieces it together—that her client, her shadow, her "Mr. Black," are all the same man—it will be too late to undo the connection.

Fear gripped me, from deep down my bones. Two men dressed in black alighted from the vehicle and stood by my sides. The front mirror slid down to reveal the face of a man in a dark glass, unlike the others, he wasn’t wearing a mask. I could see his smile. It was like he was enjoying this moment, or maybe the anticipation of what was to come. “Hi, Mrs. Emily King. We would like to borrow you for a moment.” He said, still smiling. “Don’t you dare scream?” His smile vanished on his last sentence, and his face drastically turned harsh, like he loathed what he would do to me if I screamed.

My voice cracked like a haunted flute. My palms were sweating so bad I almost dropped my own hands. I don’t even know what that means, but that’s how it felt. Raina was chewing her gum slower now, like she was enjoying this way too much. “Yup. Lucian Blackthorne is technically… kind of… possibly… maybe bonded.” And I just— I could not breathe. My entire chest caved in. My brain started glitching like I’d been unplugged from reality and someone was trying to reboot me with a potato. I started shaking my head so hard my ponytail hit me in the face.

An arrogant rich asshole. " I'm not an easy lay, Mr. Black, and I'm sure as hell not willing to give you a chance to let you fuck me. You should check the next door." I say and take a step back as I turn around to leave.

His light chuckle filled the air, and I smiled. “I am a man, Ruby. You can’t be grinding your ass on my dick and expect nothing to happen.” “My bad,” I replied, reluctantly slipping away from his hold before the pole could lodge into my hole. “You said we were going someplace." I turned to face him, but the words dried in my mouth as I got a full view of him. And holy smokes! This man is a walking wet dream. He was dressed in only a black brief, which showcased more than it should, and I got an eyeful of the meat he was packing.

“Ava, don't make this worse by going late, hurrying and running. Think of the guy you slept with last night. His face may help ease the tension. “Sarah!!!” I screamed, but she just pushed me out laughing. “You can go in,” Mr Dave, his secretary, said. My palms were sweating so much, I could barely hold the doorknob. I took a deep breath and opened the door. “Good morning, Mr Blackwell,” I said, not attempting to look up. He didn’t answer me, but the next thing I knew was I was pinned to the wall. “So you think I’m only worth thirty dollars?”

In the vault, the men were already strapped to a chair with duct tape Bernard was suddenly quiet giving then the chills as they wondered why they were dragged there, "I have seen this shit in movies countless times, we're gonna die" One of them panicked. “Relax Malachi” the other replied. “How do you expect me to relax when my hands and legs are tied up Matthew” Malachi complained. "Are we gonna die Mr?, Mark asked as he looked at Bernard. "Will you two keep quiet" Luke said getting tired of his teams ignorance. He had been scanning the place and realized they had been there before. "You know very well that I am scared, and when that happens I tend to talk too much" Malachi yelled.