Page 28 of Twisted Debt (The Debt Tales 1)

What doesn’t my billionaire have?!

“While we wait for the race to begin,” he applies just enough pressure to have my toes curling in my heels, “answer me this. Do you believe I have some sort of deep, dark secret that I have yet to reveal to you regarding my particular desires?”

“I don’t know…”

“You do, little doll.” The narrowing of his gaze gets my heart racing even faster. “Do not make me punish you for lying, instead of please you for allowing me to monopolize your entire evening.”

I slightly moan my objection to having this discussion at the same time my lower half mindlessly moves to the gentle teasing motions that are putting me on the edge of a precipice. “You’re cheating, sir.” A louder whimper reverberates around our cabana. “The race hasn’t even started, and you have a head start.”

“I’m not giving you head quite yet,” he hungrily grumbles and provides a savage suck to my stiff nub. The action gets me desperately humping the air where his mouth just was and my fingers tugging at my own hair in an attempt relieve some of the building pressure. “I’m simply having the conversation you wished to have but could not seem to eloquently present.” His thumb gently rolls around my clit the way I want – no, need his tongue to. “Answer my question.”

He asked a question?!

Elias’s slick digit gets working faster causing me to tip my mouth to my chin to beg him to forget this conversation.

The race.

To screw the challenge of making me come first and just screw me instead.

Hell, I don’t even care who’s watching or hears at this point.

Let. Them.

“Fetish,” my torturer recalls, finger inching me closer and closer to the orgasmic cliff dead ahead. “You referred to my choices as fetishes.”

Yup, I knew that term bothered him.

“Do you believe these stem from something I am not telling you?”

I can hardly answer at an audible level, “Yes.”

“What are you envisioning?” There’s a small pause to the stroking that causes me to stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head to focus on him. “You stop talking, and I stop touching. Understood, little doll?”

A hasty nod is immediately given.

Elias skirts the dripping digit around the edge of my panties to skate along my slippery outer lips. “Tell me what you are envisioning to be the dark and dubious reason for my choices.”

“Alright,” more airy huffs of ecstasy flutter through the air, “I think it’s not really that crazy. Like you were just a teen doing some…some um…” the single finger that’s slipped inside instantly has my walls attempting to milk it like his cock, “researching on the internet and you just…um…stumbled upon a porn…” his sexual stabbing speeds up, “and uh… maybe it was your first porn? And the chick had really, really long hair?”

“Are you asking or telling me?”

“Uh-huh,” my moaned answer is attached to me rocking into the steady movements, “and the whole thing was one of those roleplay videos. And…and,” I can’t stop the tiny shudders taking me by storm, “it was supposed to be like a kinky Rapunzel.”

There’s a glint of humor in Elias’s gaze that I can’t deny seeing even in my sexual haze.

“And uh…uh…in the video, the girl’s getting rammed from the back while this other guy…this,” I pant as I play the imaginary porn in my mind, “other guy is like giving her a cum deep-conditioning treatment or something which is why you get really turned on when you scrub my hair.”

The ridiculousness of the description doesn’t have time to hit me due to my date asking another question. “And your theory regarding my preference for the women who are my dolls?”

When I don’t immediately answer, he keeps his word and begins to remove his touch forcing me to squeak, “Okay! Okay! Okay! You’re an only child!” The shallow thrusting is instantaneously restored. “You’re uh…like an heir to a real estate dynasty,” Elias nudges himself in deeper as if needling out a correction, “actually more than just the heir. More like a king. Or an emperor.” He stiffens his fingers to create a more cock like experience prompting me to taunt, “Or a dictator.”

His smugness is heard and felt during the steadily increasing strokes.

“Wikipedia says, you’ve increased profits by 30%,” I whimper, eyes tumbling back into my head unsure of what else to do while so close to the edge of coming. “You’re…meticulous. You want… ‘dolls’ you can dress, feed, and control leaving nothing up to chance and no unapproved details to…randomly disrupt your life.”

At that, Elias retracts his fingers, forcing me to open my eyes just in time to see him lean back on his haunches. His drenched fingers find their way to his mouth that’s curved into a cocky grin that I hate myself for craving.

I somehow manage to shuffle in a bit of air around my frustrated huffs.

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