LUST LOVE: Slave To The Billionaire CEO

“Mover closer!” He commands. With no further delay, she did.

“Closer!” He commands again. Smiles didn’t know how close he wanted her to be because she was close enough, their legs were touching each other, indirectly saying there was no space for her to move any further.

She stood there, perplexed, blinking at him. He pulled her to him in one swift move, her body came crashing to his hard and hairy chest. She could feel his little brother puking on her mons pubis, giving her a tingling sensation.

She tries to arrange herself on him but ends up making it slide in between her thighs, rubbing on her sensitive spots.

Surprised by her action, she froze. Stares at him with wide eyes, his mouth lifted in what seems like a smile.

She tries to pull away but his hands grab her waist tightly, pulling her even closer.

She gulps down nervously, remembering what transpired between them the last time. She couldn’t tell she wouldn’t react to his touch if he started his sweet torture.

“Sit” his voice was husky and commanding. She swallows, adjusting herself on his thigh.

He stares at her in amusement. Was she trying him intentionally or what? He thought silently.

“Sit on my dick,” he said again, being more precise.

She stares down at the water, seeing his throbbing big member pointing straight at her.

She couldn’t dare refuse. Her head hurt, but she didn’t say a word.

Raising her hips to a height, she positioned herself on him, going down slowly. He was big, very big and long.

She could barely take half of him.

Tears ran down her cheek, she could feel her vagina walls expand with every push.

She hitches in pain, with her eyes closed. The pain and her headache were too much but what could she do?

He pulls her close and kisses her dry lips. His kiss was deep and gentle as if trying to soothe her pain.

She kissed him back, loving his taste.

She didn’t know how but he was finally into her, completely. She wonders how because she didn’t feel any pain. She doesn’t have time to ponder on it as he starts thrusting deeper into her.

She cries out in pain, shutting her eyes close, he didn’t care, and neither was he concerned about her. He just kept on. Thrusting harder and deeper, gripping hard on her tiny waist.

It hurts, this wasn’t pleasure, it was torture.

What was she expecting? A better treatment from him? If Mark who said he loved her could treat her well then what of Keane who is nothing but his sex slave, someone he comes to whenever he feels like releasing himself?

He pulls her up, taking her left breast in his mouth, teasing it.

Her pants were a hindrance to him, he tore on it leaving her completely naked. The pain was now replaced with pleasure, her head spines from too much sweetness.

She cries, willingly moving up and down, demanding more.

He climbs off the bath with her in his arms, and walks out to the bedroom, not bothering to separate from her.

Like a child, she wraps her hands around his neck, covering her face in the crook of his neck.

He places her on the bed, leaning down.

He started thrusting in and out of her, building the sensation that was almost gone.

He was faster, going deeper in his every push. She could hardly stand his stamina, she cried and cried, feeling butterflies in her tummy.

Only then, did she find her release, it was deep as if something moved down her body.

She was exhausted, too exhausted to open her eyes.

She could wipe her body with a wet towel but she couldn’t move, lying all helpless.

It was too embarrassing for her but what could she do? Nothing!

She felt him put tablets into her mouth, urging her to swallow with a glass of water by her lips. She did just as she was told.

And there, everything went blank.

He walks out of the room, leaving her to rest more.

When she woke up, she was greeted with bright lights in the room. Out of reflex, she closes her eyes before opening them slowly to get herself acquainted.

Her body no longer aches.

She climbs off the bed. She was dressed in a big white T-shirt and a pair of pants.

From the look of things, it wasn’t his.

How she wished it was his. Wait, was she ready for him? Maybe not.

Her stomach grumbles, reminding her she hasn’t eaten. Feeling the cold floor on her feet, she wanted to feel more of it.

She moves to the window and opens the big thick blind. She gasped in surprise, it was dusk with only the city lights shiny, giving the city a beautiful glow.

For how long has she been sleeping? She thought but didn’t get the chance to ponder on her thoughts.

She opens the window, allowing the cold breeze to hit her skin, as she closes her eyes feeling the sweet sensation.

The thought of Keane showering soft kisses on her body came flooding her mind. She could feel it, his every butterfly kiss. She shudders, not from the cool but from her thoughts.

She taps on her cheeks, waking herself up from her hilarious thoughts.

How can she think such a thing? It’s not possible, she can’t fall for him! She thought, denying what was there.

But could she keep her brain intact from not thinking about him? That’s something she couldn’t do. Her thoughts run wide from last night. The way he held her in his arms was so tender and sweet, it was as if he was holding onto his priceless possession. How she wished she was that he treasured most.

His scent was just the perfect combination of sandalwood and rosewood. The scent she finds herself drowning in.

She walked down the stairs, the house was silent, as usual.

Dinner was served, and she took her seat in the dining room and started eating quietly. But still couldn’t get her mind off him.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“Get a grip on yourself Smile…don’t be such a fool” murmurs annoyingly to herself, stuffing her mouth with food. She was famished.