Sugar baby by Mariam León (8 ebook reader TXT) 📖

“I told you I don't like repeating things, get naked!

He crosses his shoulders and a shiver runs down my spine as my body turns to liquid between my legs.

"Samuel I

“I didn't tell you to talk”, take a step forward”you get naked or you get naked

I open my mouth to reply but I don't know what makes me more horny, if the fact that he's angry? Or the adrenaline of him seeing me naked like the first night, I reach my hands to the buttons of my blouse and he growls taking a step forward, he grabs my blouse and pulls it causing a shower of pink buttons, I can't help but gasp when His fingers dig into the front clasp of my white bra, he yanks it off and watches my breasts as they pop free of the fabric.

Touch me!

I scream mentally but he takes his hands to my skirt, he lowers my panties along with her and I squeeze my thighs so that he doesn't notice my wetness, he separates the panties from the skirt and brings it to his lips

“so damn sweet” looks at me” on the bed Vanessa Now.

I kick my shoes off twice and get on the bed

“raise your arms with that chain Vanny” put his hands on his suit tie “don't make me repeat that

I lick my lips as I hook the handcuffs to my arms myself, the jingling makes me even more nervous, he presses something into the wall and I can't help but scream as the chains shorten leaving me totally defenseless, he climbs on the bed and ties my legs , he pulls the chains again and was completely open before his eyes

“Are you blushing?” he raises an eyebrow slowly untying his shirt “you didn't blush there in front of Brenda, that was wrong Vanessa, you are my property and what you did was inflicting the rules

"I did not want...

“I know what you didn't want” he interrupts me “it also pleased you, right?” I nod and he takes off his shirt “now it's your turn to take responsibility, it doesn't matter if you got what you wanted... The punishment keeps touching you.

Shit shit! shiiiiii!

My horny, wicked, very wicked mind screeches, as I drool for the man in front of me.

He is shirtless, his chest is marked and is dotted with small hairs, his nipples are dark brown, making you want to touch them. He brings one of his hands to his hair and I practically have an orgasm, the marked veins on his arms becoming even more visible as his muscles contract.

"don't look at me like that girl" he growls "I'm supposed to punish you

Don't you look at him like that? Like him. I'll take a look then!

His hands go to his belt and my pussy tightens, he unzips his pants after undoing his belt buckle. The white boxer is revealed under the black fabric of his pants, I want to close my legs but the chain prevents me, I'm on fire and unable to do anything.

"I know you're new to this Vannesa but you have to accept your mistakes

I look at his mouth like a fool before lowering my gaze to his neck, his chest and his series package, my center throbs as I see him there, semi-naked, breathing rapidly letting me see the v on his hip

“eyes to the face Vanessa!

It demands me and it is difficult for me to look at it.

Those chocolate eyes blaze his hair is tousled and my fingers want to mess up his hair more as I force him into me as much as he can.

"let's start the detention miss smith" puts a leg on the edge of the bed right in the middle of mine "you're going to call me professor still from now on

God that's...Hot!