Lunchtime Chronicles – Mai Tai Read Online Amarie Avant

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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
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I laugh, a bit of tea sputtering from my mouth. “Oops, excuse me.”

His thumb follows the area where the liquid dribbles at the corner of my mouth. “May I kiss you?”

Although his suave request elicits tiny shocks of desire in my core, I scoff. “You’re asking? You stole me, Ryoichi. You could—”

“What could I do?”

“You could ask me to suck your dick right now, and I’d be at your mercy, right?”

He laughs a little, but his hand launches out, claiming my throat. Neither tightening nor attempting to taunt, Ryoichi simply holds me with his large hand so that my chin juts. His mouth runs over mine. “You wanted this. To be . . . a sex slave.”

“Yes,” I say, letting my book-boyfriend fantasy take over. “Tell me what to do, Ryoichi. Since I no longer have no authority over my own body. Tell me to place my lips around you . . . and . . .”

“You may,” he growls, nipping my earlobe.

Ryoichi unzips his pants, and the second his alluring dick is exposed, my lips fly around him. My gag reflex isn’t ready, though. I forgot how massive he is. The hard bump of his crown against my throat hurts delightfully.

He yanks out.

“What?” I ask, breasts shuddering rapidly.

“You don’t know how to suck a dick, do you?”

“How dare—”

Ryoichi swivels his hips until he’s thrust into me again. “See, I’m in your mouth, but I belong here.” His fingertip traces over my throat.

Darkness blazes in his eyes. Body trembling, something in me bends. Bends until it breaks, and I crave his desire.

I suck his cockhead, careful only to take in a single inch. The sheer length of him has me thinking like the physicist I am. After a few inches, I pool saliva into my mouth to work more of him in. Relaxing, I relish in the thickness of him better.

Ryoichi slips deep down in my throat. My tonsils vibrate against him in a heavenly moan. His fingers stitch into my hair, and we work in sync, him tugging softly, intensifying his control on me as he guides in and out. His shaft thrusts hard, disappearing into my mouth and stabbing at the back of my throat.

Stab.

Stab

Stab.

“Ryann, you’re miraculous. A quick learn, as I’ve said.”

At his encouragement, my throat opens wider. I consume more of his shaft than I thought possible.

My lips softly touch the skin of his balls in a succulent kiss as I deep-throat him. Slowly, Ryoichi ravages my mouth with each stroke. His satisfied groans ratchet my addiction.

Need to taste him.

All of him.

When his entire body tenses, yearning radiates through me. A sigh flushes through my body, sending goose pimples feathering over my flesh as his semen coats my throat. More of his cum engulfs my mouth until I’m drinking down every drop he has to offer.

As I settle back, licking my lips, and savoring my newest craving, I realize something. I could become addicted to this.

“Ahh, Ryann.” Ryoichi traps a few of my tresses between his fingers and deposits them behind my ear. It’s the simple shit like that that seals the deal of my insanity. He looks me deep in the eye and says, “You thought one measly release was all I relished?”

“No, I didn’t think—”

“I read you well, bijin. But that wasn’t enough. Now, on to the next phase.”

“Ryoichi, what do you mean, ‘next phase’?”

“I will tie you up now, Ryann. Didn’t you realize it the first time we met, bijin? The only place you belong is tied up and at my mercy.”

Chapter

Nine

Ryoichi

As I’m transfixed on Ryann, the only emotion registering on her face is carnal craving. She’d forgotten how much she coveted being bound, even though I only had her wrists held captive days ago.

“May I teach you the art of kinbaku, bijin?”

Although her voice is scarce, there’s no denying her agreement. Desire scorches straight through her as we exit the dining room.

Moments later, Ryann kneels on the carpet in my bedroom. As I enter with strips of rope in my hands, her eyes flicker over each one.

“It’s imperative that you follow my breathing pattern throughout this process, Ryann.”

“I will.”

I would typically blindfold my pet. However, Ryann holds a special place in my heart. I don’t want to scare her. Perhaps, I’m losing my mind, but her inquisitive gaze and perception soften the parts of me hardened by my stepfather’s treatment of my mother. I want to be gentle with this woman.

I pull the soft material over her flesh, and the tension binding her together fades.

“This is not a punishment, remember?”

“You’ll never harm me.”

“That’s right.”

As my eyes fall over her body, I continue the process, imitating the proper breathing technique to stabilize her own. Ryann smiles at how the roping intricately ties her breasts.

“What is your color?” I ask. When preparing Ryan, I told her to rate her comfort levels by color; green for good, yellow for caution, and red to stop.



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