The Baby (The Boss #5) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
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“Yes, Sir.” The garbled way my words came out humiliated me. I’d never been so fucking turned on. When he released me, I admitted, “I’m going to come, Sir.”

“No you’re not.” He turned off the vibrator and fucked me harder. But it wasn’t enough to bring me over the edge, and I made an almost animalistic sound as I twisted beneath him. I wanted to touch him. I needed to hold on to him, because I felt dangerously close to falling, though I knew I wouldn’t. Not with him between my legs, inside my cunt, crushing me into the mattress.

The vibe started, again, and just as before, when I warned him that I would come, he turned it off. I don’t know how long I laid beneath him, how long he punished me with every deep thrust of his huge cock, but I nearly came three more times, and three more times, he denied me.

After the fifth, he pulled out, ordering, “Roll over,” as he panted for breath.

He helped me move into position. I knew what was coming, and my stomach quavered with fear. I felt the sucking pull as he eased the plug from me. He dropped it to the bed and reached for the lube.

“I believe I promised to be gentle with you,” he said, and I heard the sound of the lube slicking over him. “I need to check in. Can I be rough?”

Oh, I was so going to regret my answer later. “Yes, Sir. We’re green.”

“Thank you.” He spread my cheeks with his hands, and I felt the tip of him prod my hole. “I must warn you, though, this will really hurt.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was a scream of agony as he shoved into me. Not a little bit at a time, not carefully to let me adjust. He didn’t still inside me or give me a moment to catch my breath. He pounded into me hard, over and over, cruelly withdrawing all the way to slam in, again. Spots of blinding pain clouded my vision. I closed my eyes until they passed, but I couldn’t help my sobs or shouts.

“Check in, Sophie,” he said, stopping suddenly.

I lifted my head, sniffling back tears. I needed the pain, as much as I needed the pleasure of my building release. “Green, Sir.”

He returned to the same pace, the same intensity, and I buried my face into the duvet to muffle my screams. I felt like I would leave my body and look down on myself, my makeup smudged, my ass bright red and striped from the flogger, my legs spread lewdly as Neil’s cock tore me apart.

The imagined visual was so powerful, I hit the very edge of the orgasm he’d denied me, and I blurted, “I’m going to come!”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, growling, “Come, Sophie!”

I’d never actually had an orgasm from anal before. I’d had an orgasm during anal, but always with stimulation on my clit. Something different built up in me with every stroke, and suddenly, cold shocks of pleasure ripped through me, my ass clenching on him in ripples. I felt the orgasm in my back, of all places, the exact opposite of pulling a muscle. It made me hungry for more, made me lose every inhibition I’d ever had and replaced it with depraved craving.

That’s when he clicked on the vibe.

“I came! I already came!” I shouted, not because I thought he would stop, but because I knew he wouldn’t, not if I didn’t say the word. But I was so oversensitive now. My clit ached from the pressure in my pelvis, and I screamed as the stimulation brought me to a whole new peak.

Neil didn’t even take a break. “We’ll stop when I’m finished with you.” He slapped my already burning ass. “You’ll stop coming when I say.”

“Please! Please!” The sensation was too much. It was everywhere. My legs shook. I could barely hold myself up. Another orgasm painfully tightened everything in my lower body, and when my muscles released, a flood of wetness gushed from me.

“Fuck, Sophie,” Neil groaned, and he slammed forward one final time, his cock jerking deep inside me. He slumped over, his forehead against my back. Sweat dripped onto me.

“Yellow,” I rasped. “Turn it off!”

He clicked off the vibe.

I dropped my head to the mattress, too boneless to hold it up anymore. “Please untie me, when you can breathe again.”

He laughed and carefully eased out. The strangled noise he made was unmistakably the sound of him rolling the condom off his oversensitive penis. Then, I heard his zipper, and he climbed onto the bed near the headboard. The rope went slack, and he moved to untie my wrists.

“Are we finished, Sir?” I asked.



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