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Authors: Ashley Spector
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almost sobbing from the intensity of everything happening to my body at one time. “Look at me, Solly.” I forced my eyes open, panting, trying to hold on to some measure of control. “You will come when I tell you to. Not before, not after. Understood?” I couldn’t think of words. I pulled against the handcuffs, needing the pain to give me enough strength to focus.
“Yes, sir,” I managed to say, not quite knowing what I was agreeing to. Michael reached down between our bodies and his fingers found my clit, rubbing it firmly, and I almost screamed, clamping down on the fast urge of my body to tumble over into orgasm. I couldn’t orgasm. Not yet. Not until I was told. Michael alternated the torture between my breasts and my clit, teasing me until I didn’t know how much longer I could put off my orgasm. I was biting my lip so hard I could almost taste blood, my pussy tightening around Michael’s cock, my breasts shaking, and my whole body rigid from trying to hold back my climax.
“Come for me, Solly,” Michael said, finally, and I moaned, a low, guttural sound, every muscle in my body tensing just a tiny bit more before my control broke and I was coming, crying out words I had no knowledge of, gasping and panting and shivering from the intense relief. Just as the waves of overwhelming pleasure began to subside, I felt Michael’s cock twitching inside of me, felt his cum flooding into me as he moaned long and low, closing his eyes as his face contorted in ecstasy. He thrust into me a few more times before finishing, breathing heavily and barely holding himself up. After several long moments, he reached out and unlocked the handcuffs, releasing my wrists. He gave me a little smile. “Prison life isn’t so scary now, is it?” I laughed, curling up on his bed, still catching my breath and feeling the aftershocks like electric dancing up and down my limbs. Michael climbed into the bed with me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck lightly. I was so exhausted, so thoroughly satisfied, that I fell into a contented doze, safe with his body pressed against mine.
Chapter Five
I watched the port come into view, early-morning sunlight glinting off of the choppy waters. I could see a stretch of beach, a collection of industrial-looking buildings, hotels that looked like sugar sculptures coated in gold. Michael had checked on his computer to see if I had been discovered—if there was a warrant out for me. So far, there wasn’t anything. It was only a matter of time, ultimately. I would have to do what I could, find another way out of the country, keeping one step ahead of the government that rightfully wanted to put me behind bars. I smiled to myself, thinking of Michael’s way of acquainting me with “prison life.” The real thing, I was sure, would not be nearly as satisfying, as consuming, as our last night together had been. I took a deep breath, trying to frame my next moves in my mind.
Michael appeared next to me; he touched my shoulder lightly, giving me a pleasant smile when I turned to face him. “I know I’ve been much more of a mystery to you than you have to me, Katrina,” he said, standing close to me. We were coming in, rapidly approaching the docks. He took my hand in his and put a neat, well-designed business card in my hand. “I hope this will clarify a few things for you.” He gave me a quick kiss and walked away to his stateroom, smiling one last time as he left. I turned back towards the port, thinking about our strange fling, and looked down at the card. It read “Michael Sheldon, CEO Trask Industries, Founder ShelCo.” I stared at the complacent, fine lettering for a long moment. I had heard the name before. Michael Sheldon was a billionaire—notoriously private, with homes all over the world. He was almost a recluse, shunning the press even when he was involved in public causes.
I almost laughed, thinking in shock of the fact that I had had
“Yes, sir,” I managed to say, not quite knowing what I was agreeing to. Michael reached down between our bodies and his fingers found my clit, rubbing it firmly, and I almost screamed, clamping down on the fast urge of my body to tumble over into orgasm. I couldn’t orgasm. Not yet. Not until I was told. Michael alternated the torture between my breasts and my clit, teasing me until I didn’t know how much longer I could put off my orgasm. I was biting my lip so hard I could almost taste blood, my pussy tightening around Michael’s cock, my breasts shaking, and my whole body rigid from trying to hold back my climax.
“Come for me, Solly,” Michael said, finally, and I moaned, a low, guttural sound, every muscle in my body tensing just a tiny bit more before my control broke and I was coming, crying out words I had no knowledge of, gasping and panting and shivering from the intense relief. Just as the waves of overwhelming pleasure began to subside, I felt Michael’s cock twitching inside of me, felt his cum flooding into me as he moaned long and low, closing his eyes as his face contorted in ecstasy. He thrust into me a few more times before finishing, breathing heavily and barely holding himself up. After several long moments, he reached out and unlocked the handcuffs, releasing my wrists. He gave me a little smile. “Prison life isn’t so scary now, is it?” I laughed, curling up on his bed, still catching my breath and feeling the aftershocks like electric dancing up and down my limbs. Michael climbed into the bed with me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck lightly. I was so exhausted, so thoroughly satisfied, that I fell into a contented doze, safe with his body pressed against mine.
Chapter Five
I watched the port come into view, early-morning sunlight glinting off of the choppy waters. I could see a stretch of beach, a collection of industrial-looking buildings, hotels that looked like sugar sculptures coated in gold. Michael had checked on his computer to see if I had been discovered—if there was a warrant out for me. So far, there wasn’t anything. It was only a matter of time, ultimately. I would have to do what I could, find another way out of the country, keeping one step ahead of the government that rightfully wanted to put me behind bars. I smiled to myself, thinking of Michael’s way of acquainting me with “prison life.” The real thing, I was sure, would not be nearly as satisfying, as consuming, as our last night together had been. I took a deep breath, trying to frame my next moves in my mind.
Michael appeared next to me; he touched my shoulder lightly, giving me a pleasant smile when I turned to face him. “I know I’ve been much more of a mystery to you than you have to me, Katrina,” he said, standing close to me. We were coming in, rapidly approaching the docks. He took my hand in his and put a neat, well-designed business card in my hand. “I hope this will clarify a few things for you.” He gave me a quick kiss and walked away to his stateroom, smiling one last time as he left. I turned back towards the port, thinking about our strange fling, and looked down at the card. It read “Michael Sheldon, CEO Trask Industries, Founder ShelCo.” I stared at the complacent, fine lettering for a long moment. I had heard the name before. Michael Sheldon was a billionaire—notoriously private, with homes all over the world. He was almost a recluse, shunning the press even when he was involved in public causes.
I almost laughed, thinking in shock of the fact that I had had
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