Her Male Slave

An eBook By Sascha Illyvich.

Those sexy lips of his drew her attention back to her own physical needs. Why was the only good man in her life suffering from broken ribs? Because she’d been reckless and stupid. Had they met on different terms, maybe.

No! Jerry Norman was a corporate conquest, not sexual prey.

They reached a compromise. She’d wait on him a little less every day based on her judgments.

Jerry knew better than to let her out of his sight. He loved watching her bend over for him, the way her short skirts showed off her very lovely ass. And no panty lines. He just didn’t know how to get around his aching ribs yet. His cock hurt almost as bad just from watching her walk away. The sway of her hips, or her hair as it brushed over the top of her ass, her coy smile at times, all had him in more pain than she probably realized. Hell, Jerry thought he’d explode when he saw her nipples bud beneath the fabric of her shirt.

"It’s just cold in here, that’s all!" she swore.

Right.

They’d made it almost two weeks without acknowledging their hormonal urges. Sunday night, Anastasia felt frisky, the weather was colder outside and Jerry’s body looked even better after she realized she hadn’t had sex in over two months. Two weeks of very naughty teasing was getting to her.

Jerry lay in her room, watching television when Anastasia sauntered into the room wearing only a see-through chemise. She looked Jerry straight in the eyes, saw his burning desire and took a step toward him.

"You are going to do what I say, when I say, and how I say."

Jerry was dumbstruck. Anastasia looked ravishing; her breasts swayed with each step she took toward him. He nodded slowly, keeping his gaze on her body as she inched her way onto the bed and closer to him. She reached for his boxers, tugged them down his legs and off. His erection sat up proud, large for her.

"Touch yourself," she said.

Jerry took his cock in his fist. Her hair brushed his legs as she knelt over them. The chemise hid very little. Her breasts heaved as she watched Jerry. "Stroke yourself," she said. It wasn’t a question.

Jerry began to stroke himself, as he would when he came home aroused and alone. He looked into her eyes, watched the image of himself and felt his own desire harden even more.

Anastasia parted her lips and kept her gaze on his. Her mouth watered as she watched him caress his cock. The need to take him into her mouth and feel his shaft between her lips made her wet just thinking about it. She forced herself to wait while he stroked himself.

"That’s a good boy, play with that big cock," she said. "Stroke it."

Jerry rubbed his shaft up and down, tugged his testicles as they tightened up against his body. Anastasia drew her fingernails over his bare thighs and started licking her way up towards his cock, until she came to where his leg met at the waist. She eased him back against the bed and let her hair trail over his chest. Her breasts brushed over his cock as he pumped himself.

Anastasia lowered her lips to his stomach, kissed him and watched his muscles flinch. She nibbled lower until she’d reached his cock. A glance at him found his lips parted, begging for her to take him inside her hot mouth.

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