Page 105 of Savage Bosses

She admired the plush furniture and the sumptuous rugs that were spread out on the floor. The entire home was done in white Oak, gold, and cream. The lighting was soft and inviting, giving her a feeling of both comfort and ease. On the wall was a beautiful painting.

It had swirls of colors seemingly intertwined in an intricate pattern. The background was light blue, with streaks of yellow and green running across it like wisps of smoke. In some areas, Selene could make out images: shapes that seemed to represent figures or animals or landscapes from far-away lands. It felt alive to her like it constantly changed before her eyes as she examined it more closely.

“That’s my mother’s work.” She jumped a little when he came behind her with a towel and dried her off. “She was an admired artist before she and my father married. Once she had Asha and me, she gave up her career but never her art. This was one of the last pieces she made before she died.”

“It’s beautiful,” Selene whispered. Then she turned to face him fully, and he wiped the leftover dampness from her face. “How did she die? If you don't mind me asking.”

He continued to rub Selene down. He was at her hips; his touch was like pure fire, even through a towel.

“I don’t mind. She had breast cancer. She was always afraid to go and get mammograms because her mother died of the same disease. Her fear killed her. When they found the mass, she was stage four, and there was nothing for the doctors to do.”

Selene could hear the pain in his voice. “You two were close?”

“Inseparable,” he breathed. “Now that’s enough sadness for the evening. Even if this is our last night together, I want it to be full of passion and joy. Are you ready?”

Selene didn’t know if she was ready or not. But she knew if she didn’t make love to Emir soon, they’d both lose their minds. Their pent-up tension was combustible.

“Yes.” She breathed.

“Good Girl,” Emir’s voice dropped. “Undress for me. I want everything off. Then sit on the couch, spread your legs as wide as possible for me.”

His words excited and shocked Selene. He took control during their affair in Atlanta last year but was obviously more comfortable in this space.

Without thinking, Selene stripped off her wet clothes.

When she got to her panties, she hesitated. She’d never stripped before a man like this, but she wanted to please him, so she ripped them off like a Band-Aid and sat on the massive cream couch. The buttery leather felt like heaven on her damp, cool skin. She placed her arms on the back of the sofa and opened her legs wide, anticipating his touch.

When Emir returned to the living room, his breath caught at her beauty. She’d taken the rest of her hair out of the messy bun she had it in, and the dampness made her thick hair curl and droop down past her taut nipples.

He’d stripped down to his jeans and carried a purple leather flogger in one hand and a silk blindfold with handcuffs in the other.

Immediately, he asked, “Do you trust me?”

She swallowed hard but said yes. “Good girl,” he crooned as he blindfolded her. After he was done, he planted a deep kiss on her lips.

“Sit up a bit for me.” Emir pulled her arms behind her back and locked the cuffs in place. Her breasts sat up and presented themselves when she leaned back. Her nipples were stiff and upright. He licked them, and she moaned in ecstasy.

“Does that feel OK?” Emir asked as he pulled a bottle of heated oil from his back pocket.

When she nodded, Emir tutted. “No, beautiful, for what we’re doing tonight, I need to hear your consent the entire night. If anything feels uncomfortable, tell me to stop. If you love what I’m doing, say go. Understand?”

Selene felt like the wait would kill her. “Yes, touch me, damnit.” She moaned.

Emir chuckled. “Such a greedy girl. I’ll have to teach you some manners, won’t I?”

He moved his hands all over her body, massaging in the cherry-scented oil until her skin felt slippery and warm. When he reached her pussy, he poured the warming oil directly on her clit, and she screamed a short burst of pleasure that he swallowed whole in a kiss.

“Go, “she moaned, and Emir used his thumbs to massage the outer lips of her pussy, purposefully avoiding the throbbing button at her center.

She thought she would cry from the stimulation when he blew a cool breath on it. The noises she made were guttural.

Emir’s breathing deepened as he inhaled her scent and took two more steps back to admire the sight before him. She was beautiful, sitting there trustingly despite being unable to see what would happen next.

Emir stepped forward again and lightly ran the flogger across her skin, feeling the tension in her increasing with each pass. He started at her toes and then ran the soft leather up one leg and the other. He teased her thighs with the softness of the leather, touching every inch of her body before finally allowing it to land with a tiny sting that sent shockwaves up and down her spine.

He moved onto harder strokes with higher intensity, sometimes lingering on certain areas longer than others as she moaned and groaned in absolute pleasure.

Selene’s pussy was leaking all over his couch, and her skin was starting to redden from where he had made contact. Selene tried to guide his hand to her clit, but Emir stopped short.

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