Page 62 of Wretched Choices

We never discussed what happened in his office. Did his hands itch to touch me just as my body wanted him?

“Maybe.”

I lean in towards him, so we’re at the same eye level, separated only by a few inches. I can feel his breath on my face. His smug smirk and mischievous eyes fall on my lips. Something I’ve got used to for the last few weeks. “How about you tell me what I want to know, and I will let you repeat that next time I’m in your office?”

A smile spreads across his face. “How about while I tell you everything you need to know, I fill your curious mouth so you can’t ask questions while I talk?”

I look to where the crew that greeted us is. “We’re not alone.” I don’t know if this jet has a bedroom. I was slightly surprised earlier when I found out that he doesn’t own it, he just rents it when needed.

“They know not to come out here unless I press the button.”

He’s baiting me. At least, I think he is. I don’t think twice before I fall to my knees with a grin on my face. He’s going to regret baiting me.

He relaxes in his seat, his hands on the side of the chair as I push between his legs. I run my hands from his knees up to his groin. My eyes never leave his, and I unbuckle his belt, followed by his fly. I pull on the fabric of his boxers until his cock springs out. I wet my lips before I lean my head down and swirl my tongue around the crown, teasing him.

“Start talking, husband,” I say before taking him in my mouth with my eyes still on his. Up and down, up and down, and I pull away with a pop.

“We had a deal when she started working with me.” He stops talking, nodding at his cock. I place a kiss on his tip and lick him from the bottom to the top. Before I take him in my mouth again, I raise my eyebrow, so he continues.

“Neither of us wanted relationships, so it was easy.” With his cock in my mouth, I make a move I learned in the last few weeks that he likes. I swirl my tongue around his tip, making him moan.

“I told her I don’t cheat, and that if you and I consummated our marriage, our deal would be over.”

Through my eyelashes, I can see his head is thrown back against the seat, his nostrils flaring.

Taking him in my mouth until his tip hits my throat, I keep him there for one, two, three seconds. Before I can pull back, his fingers run through my hair and he grabs my head, pushing his cock deeper and making me gag. I breathe through my nose, trying to relax my throat. My eyes water and saliva drips past my lips. Still, I calm myself and let him take control as he guides my head up and down. When only the tip of his cock is in my mouth, he smirks.

“She was angry because, after avoiding her for weeks, I ended what we had between us.” Groaning, he pushes his cock deep inside my mouth. At this point, I’m a mess with tears running down my face. He lifts my head, his cock halfway out of my mouth. My insides are squirming, and the heat between my legs is unbearable. I hate that I wore jeans because I can’t squeeze my legs to ease the ache.

My eyes raise to his commanding blue ones. “Don’t swallow.” Once again, he pushes deep inside my throat, his cock jerking. The saltiness fills my mouth, making me choke on his cum.

When he’s done, he pulls out, grasping me gently between his fingers by the chin.

“Open.” I do. “Tongue out, slowly. Don’t spill a drop. Good girl.” He places his finger on my tongue, taking some of it and painting my lips with it.

Why is this hot? My brain is out of service. I can’t think.

His eyes sparkle as he commands, “Swallow.”

And I do.

I learned that, just as he wants to dominate me, my body wants to surrender to him, to be the obedient good girl for him.

He leans in and, like a possessed man, hungrily claims my cum-covered mouth.

Breathless, my body screams for a release when he lets me go and tucks himself back with a grin on his face.

“The deal was no drama if we broke things off. If she doesn’t like the situation, she is free to leave, but she knows too much, and she knows if she leaves, she might end up dead.”

I say nothing. I don’t care about the woman. Also, my throat is sore, and I need to clean myself up. I’m still on my knees and I’m sure I look a mess.

He smirks and grabs my chin between his fingers again, tracing my lips with his finger. “Nothing to say. Looks like you bit off more than you can swallow. I wish I could keep you like this all the time. Face fucked and silent.”

I don’t answer. At this point, I would let him do and say whatever he wants to me. So, when he stands and pulls me with him, steering me toward the back of the jet, I let him.

He opens the door of the bedroom, and in one move, I land with my back on the bed. He grabs my jeans and unbuttons them, and in one quick move, they are down my legs. I close my eyes and thank God as he pulls my panties down, and with a smirk, he falls to his knees and eats me until I scream his name.

The distraction from my spiraling mind was worth it because after I came so hard that I could see stars, I slept in Salvatore's arms until it was time to prepare for landing.

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