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

I run my tongue over my swollen lips and see a dangerous fire burning in his eyes. I look away, close my fingers at the base of his penis and touch my tongue to the head and start driving it in a circle.

I don't know why, but I want to bring him to orgasm. I need it. I do not fully understand why, but I know what is needed.

I put myself on his cock. I take as deep as I can. His fingers in my hair lightly stroke, but no longer press. He gives me the opportunity to do everything myself.

I continue to absorb it. I help myself a little with my hand. I feel his cock in my mouth begin to swell. Last time he finished from these actions. I remember it well.

Artem hisses something, and then squeezing my hair at the base makes a sharp push and burns my throat with a hot jet. My mouth fills with his seeds and I swallow. I do it automatically.

Take a couple of seconds. I see a man buttoning his pants. I hear him trying to catch his breath. I can't find anything better than to get up from my knees and go to the sofa. At least, I need to get dressed.

"I'm waiting for you by the pool". I hear Artem's hoarse voice behind me.

I freeze in place. Did he really decide to quit his important job and give me time? I decide to make sure I understand everything correctly.

"What about your work?"

Turning my face to him, I shyly look into his eyes.

"You're right, I need some rest". Having said that, he just turns around and leaves the room, and a smile appears on my lips. He chooses me again instead of work. Can I regard this as a small victory?

Wearing a swimsuit, I still do not dare to leave the room. To be honest, I scroll in my head what happened again and again, and I understand that I am not ashamed of what happened. I have no feeling that I have been used. Rather, there is an interest in how much I can control the situation in the bedroom.

I think he had a slightly different plan when he brought me here. And judging by how angry he was, he wanted to teach me. Show me my place, but everything went a little wrong. It seems that man did not expect that I could take the initiative, and it played into my hands.

Looking at myself in the mirror and being satisfied with my appearance, I still left the room and began to go down to the first floor.

For some reason I decided that Artem would be waiting for me to go to the pool together. It is for this reason that I went down the stairs slowly and gracefully.

But my guesses were not correct. Because when I reached the middle of the stairs, I that the man was already swimming in the pool, and it seems that he did not really need company.

I took it as a challenge.

After he said that he would be waiting for me downstairs, I drew a completely different picture. But I was lowered from heaven to earth again. Mia - nothing special. Mia - know your place.

This behavior angered and irritated me. And I, first, was angry with myself for the fact that I had at least some business before that. We were to be bound only by intimate relations. Nobody agreed on more. There was only one problem - now I wanted more. At least, I wanted to achieve normal communication. And as a maximum ...

I began to descend the stairs faster. If he didn't look at me, then there was no point in my "spectacular" appearance.

I needed to understand how much this man was ready to let a woman into his life. My problems could not be solved without his help. And in order for him to want to help me, I had to mean something to him. But I had problems with this point. If Artem was interested in me in the bedroom, then as soon as we left it, he didn't seem to notice me, and it didn't suit me at all.

A few seconds later, I was in the pool. I could argue that Artem noticed me, but did not interrupt his swim. Well, I was also patient. Let's see who wins this duel. I'm ready to cross swords with you!