Page 58 of The Woman

They continue their discussion as I begin rubbing over Phoenix’s thighs first, applying a decent amount of pressure and massaging his thick and tight muscles.

The other men are behind me and can’t see my face, so I’m able to study his perfectly straight nose, the beautiful shape of his lips, and the dusting of dark hair along his sharp jaw as much as I want. It’s too dim to see the color of his eyes, but they aren’t looking at me.

Next, I unbutton his suit jacket so I can move over his abs and up his chest, gently massaging as I go. Then, it’s back down to his thighs and, finally, over his crotch. I make a few passes, a thrill buzzing through me at the feel of him hardening under my touch.

He doesn’t take his eyes off whoever is speaking, but I know his focus is on my hands and what I’m doing to him.

I work my way back to his thighs, rubbing them in slow circles, then over his long, hard length again, stroking him over his pants and then back up his stomach.

My touch is sensual and unhurried. And while I can feel the effects I’m having on his body, no one else can tell just how much it’s affecting me and how wet my panties are getting.

Despite having others here to witness this act, it’s sexy and erotic.

I keep repeating the process, changing my path each time. I can see the increased rising and falling of his chest, but still, he remains calmly talking with the men as if he isn’t thoroughly aroused.

I’ve mostly been ignoring their conversation, immersing myself in my task and thoroughly enjoying it, the way a normal woman would. But some of their words have still reached my ears.

“. . .rather impressed with it. . .”

“. . .handing over all of the upcoming jobs. . .”

“. . .strong family line will continue. . .”

“. . .very proud. . .”

There have been a few negative things spoken by Jonah as well, but when I hear the next words spoken by one of the other men, my hands almost falter on their journey. I peek up at Phoenix’s face again, and this time, he’s looking directly at me.

I wait for his answer, wondering how he’s going to respond.

“No, she hasn’t,” he answers.

I press harder into his thighs. I don’t think he knows what that is. That, or he’s okay with me doing it in front of them. It was part of my lessons, so I’m completely versed in what to do.

“If you’re feeling tense, it’s a sure way for a quick release. Have her show you a preview. You’ll be thanking me.”

Phoenix glances at whoever is speaking behind me and back to my face, possibly considering whether the man will have me perform it on himself if Phoenix were to refuse.

“Go ahead,” he tells me.

I breathe in deeply and hold his gaze as my fingers crawl up to his belt and then begin sliding the leather through the loops. After prying it open completely, I move to the button of his pants and undo it. The muscle in his jaw clenches tight as I slide the zipper down slowly, his eyes dark and focused on me.

The others begin conversing somewhere in the background, and whether or not they’re watching, I’m unsure, but I try to block them out.

I slip my hands into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and tug them lower until he’s freed. Thick and hard and veiny.

There’s no prolonging it. Hovering forward, I lick from the bottom all the way up to the tip, hearing a harsh exhale pour from his lips. Gripping the base, I lick from above the top of my hand to the tip once more and then enclose it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the end.

It’s an interesting combination of soft and smooth skin covering a rock-hard length underneath. The scent, I find to be a heady and unique mixture.

Phoenix shifts in his chair, unable to hide how much pleasure this is giving him. I push him deeper, almost gagging when he reaches the back of my throat, but I follow my training and relax, breathing through my nose.

With hollowed cheeks, I suck him hard, bobbing my head up and down. He thickens even further in my mouth as if he wasn’t big enough. His loud and ragged breathing makes me feel powerful. It’s the same feeling anytime I know he’s losing control.

I close my eyes, shutting out everything else and enjoying the act.

Lifting my lips all the way to just the tip, I run my tongue over his slit and then around the top. I feel his fingers slide into my hair before they grip tight and push my head back down his cock again. I can’t help the quiet moan that vibrates through my throat.

Not even a second later, though, he’s pulling me all the way off.

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