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"You're going to be my employee," he whispers in my ear, as I struggle to interpret his words, my mind concentrated on the swelling rod pistoning in and out of me, sending me to an exquisite delirium. "I'm going to have you whenever I want you, for whatever I want you for. My own, private, ugh, counselor."
He grunts with pleasure, before slapping my face to concentrate my attention back upon him. By this point, I'm so absorbed by all of this that I barely feel the pain. He slams his hips into me with enough force to propel me from the bed, if my restraints didn't bind me so tightly. I scream - a shrill cry of joy - and bury my head into his chest, rubbing my forehead against his taut pecs. My pussy contracts around him jealously, selfishly seizing everything he has to give me, unwilling to let him go.
"Fuu - cck" I rasp, unable to contain myself much longer. Minutes pass. Hours maybe. Who knows? I drift in and out of conscious thought, losing myself to another land; another place, far away. It's only when I feel him hardening to a stony rigidity, grunting by my ear, do I realize my time is up.
"Ugghhh," he groans, as withdraws and shoots a line of molten hot cum over my milk-soaked chest, mixing the two substances together to create a sublime white soup. I sigh, looking over to the wall - a completely white, blank canvass - and reflect on what has occurred.
"Your job offer," I say to him, breathlessly, as he groans and grunts with the throes of post-orgasm. "I accept."
He collapses by my side, regaining his breath, and rubbing a soft hand over my milk-drenched breasts, still squirting the occasion fountain of milk over me. For a moment, all I can think of is the fact he'll have to change his sheets. It's funny the things that pop into your mind when you look at a blank canvass.
"I think I get it," I say to him, feeling the burning in my lungs after so many gasps and pants of joy.
"Oh yeah?"
"My walls are covered in patterns. Flowers, shapes. That shitty sort of wallpaper. I hate it. It's all I can think about when I wake up."
He turns to me, a knowing expression upon his face - those cheekbones riding high and prominent - and a smile upon his lips.
"When you wake up, you must think of nothing."
"I wish," he whispers in my ear, somewhat ominously. Without saying another word, he climbs up off me, and leaves the room, leaving me lying prone, chained up, and awaiting his return. Maybe I'm not the great psychoanalyst I thought I was. Spencer Cole is going to be more challenging than I thought. But there's one thing I do know for sure: I can't fucking wait to start with him.
Ashley Spector
www.ashleyspector.com
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He grunts with pleasure, before slapping my face to concentrate my attention back upon him. By this point, I'm so absorbed by all of this that I barely feel the pain. He slams his hips into me with enough force to propel me from the bed, if my restraints didn't bind me so tightly. I scream - a shrill cry of joy - and bury my head into his chest, rubbing my forehead against his taut pecs. My pussy contracts around him jealously, selfishly seizing everything he has to give me, unwilling to let him go.
"Fuu - cck" I rasp, unable to contain myself much longer. Minutes pass. Hours maybe. Who knows? I drift in and out of conscious thought, losing myself to another land; another place, far away. It's only when I feel him hardening to a stony rigidity, grunting by my ear, do I realize my time is up.
"Ugghhh," he groans, as withdraws and shoots a line of molten hot cum over my milk-soaked chest, mixing the two substances together to create a sublime white soup. I sigh, looking over to the wall - a completely white, blank canvass - and reflect on what has occurred.
"Your job offer," I say to him, breathlessly, as he groans and grunts with the throes of post-orgasm. "I accept."
He collapses by my side, regaining his breath, and rubbing a soft hand over my milk-drenched breasts, still squirting the occasion fountain of milk over me. For a moment, all I can think of is the fact he'll have to change his sheets. It's funny the things that pop into your mind when you look at a blank canvass.
"I think I get it," I say to him, feeling the burning in my lungs after so many gasps and pants of joy.
"Oh yeah?"
"My walls are covered in patterns. Flowers, shapes. That shitty sort of wallpaper. I hate it. It's all I can think about when I wake up."
He turns to me, a knowing expression upon his face - those cheekbones riding high and prominent - and a smile upon his lips.
"When you wake up, you must think of nothing."
"I wish," he whispers in my ear, somewhat ominously. Without saying another word, he climbs up off me, and leaves the room, leaving me lying prone, chained up, and awaiting his return. Maybe I'm not the great psychoanalyst I thought I was. Spencer Cole is going to be more challenging than I thought. But there's one thing I do know for sure: I can't fucking wait to start with him.
Ashley Spector
www.ashleyspector.com
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An Heir For The Billionaire: Milked And Chained
Newbie journalist Alice Jones can't believe her luck when she gets a chance to interview Daniel Rose, the elusive but ineffably gorgeous billionaire. When she learns of his plan to breed an heir in one lucky lady, however, she can't resist putting herself forward! Soon she is chained to his bed, expressing milk for his thirsty pleasure, and discovers that the billionaire always gets what he wants!
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