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"You can do it, princess," he moaned, and I moved a little further, tears falling from my eyes. "More." I heard him groan, yet I couldn't do it. It was the exact spot where I needed him to push me, to take what he wanted from me. He had done it before, and I was confused about his hesitation.
Thankfully, he understood my body language and lack of courage to choke on his cock by myself. He wiped away all the hair from my face, gathering it on the top of my head before he pushed his member inside. He made three gentle plunges, and then the real rodeo started.
In the beginning, he wasn't quick with his thrusts, but he was hard. He slammed his member into my mouth, then waited there for a second, and withdrew, repeating the action until I was a crying, drooling mess. It was difficult to catch my breath between the pushes. I was gasping for air at every moment possible, feeling the tension in my whole being.
This entire thing was exceptionally arousing for me. Primarily because of Bastian's moaning and panting. I had no control over the situation or my body, yet I was the reason behind his clouded eyes and praising words. I could listen to him all day, telling me how much of a good girl I was, and I would never get enough of it. I was the definition of praise kink.
"Just like this, princess," he whispered hoarsely, letting go of my head. "Keep doing it like this."
My rhythm quickened, and I moved my palms, caressing his thighs before I found my way to his ass, squeezing it. He had the sexiest bottom ever, and I was often caught staring at it while we were at work. In his suit pants, it was irresistible.
Bastian chuckled when I was licking his manhood and grazing his butt with my fingernails, and I gave him an innocent look. I knew he was close and yearned to enjoy it a little longer. The adoration evident in his eyes made me even hotter and wetter than I already was. It was something I desperately wanted to remember.
Despite being relatively patient, he didn't want to wait for his release any longer. He grabbed hold of my head, putting his huge hands on the sides, and before he pushed himself inside, this time, he was taking what was his by moving me.
Never would I have fought him or stopped him. Actually, it was almost as if I was doing it myself, with little help from him. I was digging my fingernails into his skin. My vision was blurry because, again, I was weeping, but I enjoyed it so much that I almost had an orgasm when he exploded into my mouth.
He instantly dropped his hands from my head, and if he hadn't leaned into his palm pressed against the wall, he would have probably fallen on me. I was surprised at the strength of his climax, and out of nowhere, the words of goose Rose appeared in my mind.
"Won't it be a shame to spoil such an innocent lamb?"she’d said, and I smirked. She had no idea how spoiled this lamb was.
18
The Hard Truth
Electra
When Bastian said that we would do something else during the night, I didn't have an idea that he meant something totally different from our usual activities.
After the shower session and his very serious statement about me being the best woman in the world at giving blowjobs, he sat me on the bed and let me watch him as he lit candles and turned off the lights. The smell of strawberries filled my nostrils, and a small smile found its way into the corners of my lips because it quickly became my favorite scent.
I followed Bastian with my gaze wherever he went, raising my eyebrows when he took off the wardrobe and sat in the middle of the bed, motioning for me to join him. I slowly undressed, plopping back down, blushing a little because of our nakedness. He saw me without clothes all the time, but this felt unusual.
"Have you ever heard about Tantra?" he asked softly, sitting cross-legged, putting his hands on his knees. My brows shot up again as the word “sex” popped up in my mind.
"Yes." I nodded, mirroring his position. "But I was never interested in it," I added honestly, curious about what he was up to. I would do anything sex-relatedwith him. Well, that wasn't the truth. I would do anything with him; it didn't matter which field it would cover.
"Well, first, I would like to test our sexual energy and learn something new about us," he explained with a small smile. "And second, we should discuss and sign our new contract."
"Well, first, we can sign the contract right away. And second, I'm pretty sure that our sexual energy was tested a few minutes ago." I frowned, but he only flashed me a toothy grin. He took the remote control from the nightstand, and peaceful piano music filled the room. He was serious about this.
"Close your eyes, princess." Surprisingly, it wasn't a command, and his gentle tone sent shivers down my spine. My mind was very cautious about this game, yet my body already liked it. So, I slowly closed my eyelids, listening to him.
"Enjoy the music, sweetie," he continued, and my mind drifted to the sounds that echoed from the walls. "Imagine the taste of strawberries on your tongue. Smell them with your nose, and most importantly, focus on your breathing. Relax and forget what angered, upset, or made you cry. Shut down that annoying voice in your head and just breathe."
I did as he said and loosened my belly and shoulders, inhaling and exhaling in an even rhythm until I instinctively synchronized my tempo with his. Only the gentle tones of the piano were heard, along with the thundering of my heart. I should have relaxed, but my body was filled with excitement. My perception through other senses intensified, and I could literally taste the strawberries in my mouth. It was weird, but I liked it.
For some time, my mind was overflowing with images of my latest experiences, which were the most intense for me, but eventually, only one picture stayed. No matter how much I tried to eliminate it and concentrate on the pleasant music and Bastian's presence, it wouldn't go away.
Peter, with his playful smile and boyish charm, was hunting me. I tried to justify hiding this from my man, but I couldn't. I was just a cowardly, scared little girl who was afraid of losing the only person who made me feel whole.
"Open your eyes, princess," Bastian whispered, interrupting my inner battle. I wanted to be honest with him, but every time I looked into his face, I couldn't do it. I couldn't break his heart.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice soaked with worry, and I had difficulty suppressing a loud sob. I dreaded the moment he would find out about my adventure with his younger brother.
"Electra, talk to me. What’s going on?" Bastian leaned closer, cupping my face with his hands, and I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. The boulder in my chest was unbearable, yet the fear was stronger, and I remained silent.
"Baby, you know that you can tell me anything," he muttered, trying for eye contact, but I successfully avoided it. I was staring at my feet, ashamed of myself. It was one of the worst situations of my life. The only thing worse was when my mother discovered my secret dream of becoming an artist. I'd remember the humiliation she'd inflicted on me until my last breath.
