Chapter 68 BOOK 2: Who Is This Bitch, Dean
NADIA
I spent the night awake thinking about the mess I had made.
Due to my sex addiction and my extreme need to have an orgasm, I agreed to be Mr. Hartford's submissive.
And now what?
Now I'm screwed, with a capital S.
Based on my limited knowledge of the BDSM world, it's enough to draw my own conclusions.
I would have to give Mr. Manipulator exclusive attention, accept everything he wanted to do to me, and be submissive to him in every aspect.
"Damn it! I don't want to be a damn inflatable doll." I thought, realizing that's what I would become if I didn't find a way out of this mess.
I closed my eyes and tried not to think about that rough, pleasurable fuck, but the pain I felt in my pussy kept reminding me every time I closed my thighs.
I was definitely red in several places, and maybe even purple in others.
In conclusion, I only managed to fall asleep at five in the morning.
DEAN
I got out of bed at 6:00 am, due to a damn insomnia that decided to take hold of my head.
Yes, this insomnia had a name, and it was Nadia.
After I carried her to the guest room, I felt my cock harden when I saw her all red and marked by me.
I couldn't fuck her again, because she would feel too much pain and the pleasure would diminish.
So at that moment I left her in bed and forced myself out of the room with a damn erection pressing against my pants.
Then I spent the next few hours thinking about her body and masturbating like a teenager.
I turned off the shower, cutting off my connection to those shameful thoughts, and after drying myself, I left the bathroom naked.
I chose to go without underwear and just wore gray sweatpants.
After all, I was at home.
Then I left my room and, as if my body had a will of its own, I found myself opening the door to the guest room.
And there she was, wrapped in silk sheets, looking like she'd just fallen asleep.
"I see I wasn't the only one who didn't sleep a wink last night," I thought as I observed her more closely.
Her black hair was spread across the pillow, her naked body obscured by the sheet, but one of her breasts was uncovered, revealing her pink nipple.
She looked like a sleeping angel, so beautiful and gentle, but I knew she was anything but an angel.
Nadia was a sexy and indecent woman who could drive any man crazy with just one kiss.
Sex seemed to be both her strength and her weakness, and unfortunately for her, I knew how to exploit that very well last night.
And that's why I managed to persuade her to accept my invitation, and now I continue letting her agree to be my submissive until I arrange a contract and make her officially mine.
"Maybe I can start now," I thought, approaching the bed with a far from innocent smile.
NADIA
I was dreaming about Mr. Panties-Wetting, when I felt the pleasure become real; it was as if he were actually touching me.
"Isn't this a dream?" I thought, confused, as I felt him licking my pussy.
The pleasure only intensified, and a loud moan escaped from my mouth.
"That's it, Nadia, give me all your honey." I heard Mr. Hartford's voice and I automatically opened my eyes.
"What the hell?!" My eyes widened when I saw him between my thighs, expertly licking my pussy.
I tried to close my legs, but I received a slap on my right butt as a reprimand.
"Don't you dare close your legs." He looked at me with those dark eyes.
"Or I'll tie you to the middle of this bed, and I suppose you don't want to be immobilized first thing in the morning."
I swallowed hard at his threat and simply nodded in agreement.
Answer me. - He threatened to slap me in the pussy.
Ahh! - I groaned in pain.
I understand. - I replied, deliberately depriving the "master" of the phrase.
He seemed not to notice my boldness or simply ignored it, and then went back to paying attention to my sore and probably reddened pussy.
Ahh! - I moaned as he sucked on my clit forcefully.
It had been a while since I'd received oral sex, and his talent at it was driving me crazy.
After a few licks, I cum for the first time, but Mr. Merciless didn't stop.
He stuck his tongue into my entrance, which was still sensitive after orgasm, and began making in-and-out movements.
That's it...! - I groaned, clutching the pillow under my head and feeling my second orgasm approaching.
He stuck his tongue three more times before sucking on my clit and then sticking his tongue in again, making me cum for the second time.
My inner walls were already tired of contracting when I reached my third orgasm with a few more thrusts of his merciless tongue.
"Look at me," Mr. Hartford said, stepping away from between my legs.
"You look so beautiful now." He licked his lips and then smiled mischievously.
"I believe I deserve to be rewarded," he said, pulling down his sweatpants, causing his erect cock to spring out.
I didn't perform oral sex on strangers because of STD, but at that moment I felt an immense urge to take the beautiful cock into my mouth and taste it.
I drew strength, God knows how I managed to get on all fours, to start giving him a blowjob he'll never forget.
He stroked his cock while watching me crawl on the bed, my intentions were written all over my face.
"You're so sexy," he murmured as I knelt in front of his precum-covered cock.
"I want you to masturbate me slowly while you suck me like I'm your personal popsicle," he said, stopping stroking his cock.
"You can leave it to me, Master," I replied, emphasizing the "Master," and then I grasped his cock with my right hand.
Besides being large, his cock was also thick, and my hand couldn't wrap it all.
I began to slowly masturbate him while staring into his darkened eyes.
Suck it. - He ordered.
I decided not to question him, because I wanted it as much as he did.
"That's it," he said as I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck it slowly.
Its taste was slightly salty and deliciously unique.
I ran my tongue over his head, cleaning up every irresistible drop of precum, and then went back to sucking it harder.
Due to the large size of his cock, I couldn't fit it all in my mouth, but my right hand helped me with the rest of its length.
Ahh... - Mr. Hartford groaned when I managed to get almost his entire cock into my mouth.
Then he wrapped his hand in my hair and started fucking my mouth hard.
"What a delicious mouth!" he groaned as he thrust deep inside without mercy.
My eyes watered from the pleasure, and I was surprised to realize that I was loving the sensation of being fucked like that.
My pleasure, was psychological, but his was real and becoming increasingly visible.
His body tensed, his breath hitched, and after one last thrust, he pulled back slightly so I wouldn't choke, and released his spurts of semen onto my tongue.
"Swallow it all," he ordered.
I swallowed without question and even licked my lips to show my satisfaction.
He smiled that sexy smile and stood me up in front of him.
"You deserve a reward," he said, grabbing my waist and pressing my body against his.
And after holding the back of my neck, he leaned in and kissed me calmly and attentively.
We were both satisfied, so there wasn't much need, and I could only feel his tongue intertwining with mine in a sensual movement.
That was truly a reward, because I didn't feel any pain or any sudden tightness.
It was pure pleasure, all in one kiss.
We were kissing and exchanging caresses when the bedroom door opened, causing Mr. Hartford to recoil furiously from my lips.
"Dean?" asked an incredibly beautiful girl.
"So Mr. Hartford's first name is Dean," I thought.
The girl looked at Dean and then at me, making a face of disgust when she noticed our nakedness.
"Are you enjoying what you see?" I thought ironically when she asked:
Who is this bitch, Dean?