Dominate me by Julia Romush (best e reader for epub TXT) 📗

He established his power and now consolidates it with commands.  

"Now come to me",  said the man, rising from his chair and killing me with his gaze. 

I approached so that there was some distance between us, but Artem did not like it.  

"Closer",  I heard what I didn't want to hear,  "that's right, well done."  

His voice began to subside and be hoarse. I felt a man's hot breath even at such a distance. 

"Now... Reach out your hand", he said low, "put it down, damn it!" 

I was scared when he shouted at me. I did as he asked. 

"Put your hand on my pants". I caught my breath when I realized what he wanted from me - and slowly ...  

I did not listen to him. It was humiliating. I just decided to take it and do it as soon as possible. I pulled on the belt, very awkwardly and did not immediately unbuckle it, and then began to unbutton the button and waistband. 

"I appreciate your perseverance, but ...,",  I vaguely understood what he was telling me, "just take a credit card from my pocket."  
 

At these words, my hand hung  from his pants.  

"What?"  

"I have a card in my pocket".He touched my chin with one hand and lifted my head. He didn't take his eyes off me while he was saying, "buy yourself normal clothes. I don't want to touch you while you're in cheap rags."  

The excitement caused by his words made my lips dry. I waited with faintness for him to say more, but the man was silent.  

There really was something like a plastic card.  

"And now ... let's get down to business. Get on your knees."  

He said so casually that I didn't immediately realize how much such a vulgar order could contrast with his voice.  

Moving his hand from my chin to my shoulder, Artem pressed him hard, forcing me to my knees.  

"Finish what you started", in surprise, I raised my head, trying to understand what was happening, "unbutton my pants ... "

With trembling fingers I tried to do what I was told, without even thinking about what was happening.  

The easiest thing was not to think. Act on the machine. Like a robot. Just take on and off the connection to reality.  
 

So much easier. 

It would be easier ... if in a second I didn't taste his skin on my tongue ...