The Billionaire's Trust (His Submissive, Part Eleven) Read Online Free Page B

squirmed, knowing that would do
nothing for the ache, but loving it. Nothing was as sweet as giving
him control. Nothing was more sexy than submitting.
    "I wouldn't come," he continued.
"Not yet anyway. I'd pull you to your feet by those wild curls and
bend you over the edge of the desk."
    I gripped my knee, feeling the
desire leak from me. A spanking. God yes.
    "I know what you're expecting. My
hand to turn you red. But not today, love. Today, I want to touch
you. Finger fuck you." He paused and I could hear how labored his
breathing was. "Would you like that? Me plunging my fingers in and
out of you?"
    "Y-yes."
    "Touch yourself, Leila."
    If my skirt gave me any trouble I'd
already decided to grab the scissors in my cup and cut myself free.
Luckily, my hand slipped under the material easily, fingertips
straining until I brushed the crotch of my panties. I pulled them
to the side and sunk two hands in and a long, desperate moan poured
out of my mouth.
    "How wet are you?" He asked, his
voice tight.
    "Sopping," I eked out, feeling my
delicate folds quiver as I went deeper.
    "Don't stop," he ordered thickly. "I
wouldn't--not before I got to feel how hot and wet you are with my
cock."
    "Oh Jacob," I sighed in between
moans. In between thrusts. My legs were splayed open but that
wasn't enough. I threw my leg up on my desk, pen cup, folders
flying.
    "You know what you do to me?" he
said, his voice no longer controlled but unhinged. Wild. "I need
you. No one else. No one else...don't stop, Leila. Not until you
come."
    I was rolling my hips, thrusting the
air wildly. When I used my other hand to touch that knot of nerves,
the swollen button that would set me free, I knew I was close. But
I didn't want to go there alone. I needed him too.
    "Come with me," I begged, hoping for
an answer soon because my whole body was alive, nerves tingling
with the electric current that shorted everything but the two of
us. Everything except this pleasure.
    "I'm close," he said brusquely. "Are
you ready?"
    I squeezed my eyes shut, my body
tilting precariously on the edge.
"Yes...I... I ..."
    "Come."
    The pressure was
unbearable.
    Beautiful.
    Agony.
    Release.
    I knew I was groaning, crying out
for him. Jacob . And he said my name, pulling together the
pieces of me. Making me whole again.
    "Fuck a few days," he said with a
rumbling laugh. "I'm taking no prisoners." His voice deepened,
making me grin because I knew what it meant. "Get some
rest."
    He didn't need to say more than
that. When he got home, he was going to blow my freaking
mind.
    I grinned, pushing aside the
whispers about the w
edding. Bring
it on.

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    "I guess this means I'm out of the
dog house."
    I rolled my eyes so hard they
practically rolled out of my head. It would have just made things
worse if Mom would have seen it, but she was preoccupied with
trying to figure out how to sit her seat up.
    At least I could roll my eyes in
peace. I had a feeling peace, calm and lack of drama would be non
existent for the next few hours.
    "You feel the lever on the side?
Pull it up to bring the chair up and push it down to
recline."
    "Well I'm certainly not going to
recline," she huffed. "If I recline anymore I'll be
horizontal."
    I watched as she brought the seat to
an awkward ninety degree angle before I put the car in drive. I was
trying to keep my eyes on the road, but she kept fidgeting and
squirming in her seat.
    "Everything alright,
Mom?"
    "It's just the leather is so stiff."
When I gave her a wary look, she tacked on, "Not that it's not a
beautiful car, honey. I'm just not used to all these
frills."
    You'd think we were riding in a
Bentley instead of a ‘13 Hyundai Sonata. I knew she was just being
herself, ornery with a smile, but I couldn't help but take offense.
This was the first car that ever had my name on it. I put down the
hefty downpayment myself and signed the dotted line and upgraded
from my rust bucket to something shiny. And mine . I felt so
empowered. Proud.
    When I came