Page 38 of Empowered

“Never said you were.” He kept walking, leading the way.

We made it up to my door, but he didn’t stop there. He kept leading me further away.

Now I was even more bewildered. “Where are we going?”

At the end of the floor, we reached a set of huge French doors. He opened them to let me in, and I slowly stepped inside.

I stood in the middle of a large living room complete with cream and wood furniture and marble-top tables.

“Keep going.” He motioned for me to venture ahead, through an arched entry way that led to another room.

I traveled with him in tow. A giant, welcoming bed stood in the middle of the room, with plush white sheets and pillows. The walls were painted white with panels of intricately carved wood around the room.

“Is this your room?” I asked in amazement.

“It’sours.” He grinned at me with his hands in his pockets.

I saw my medication on one of the nightstands with my charger. He opened one of the drawers in the dresser, revealing my neatly folded underwear. My clothes were organized by color and type and hung in the massive walk-in closet. It was like I had been using this room as my bedroom the whole time.

“You did this?” I looked around, unable to hide my astonishment.

“Well, notme.The maids moved everything. But yes, it was my idea.”

I didn’t know what to say. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Where else would you stay, other than with me?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought you’d want your space?”

He put his hands on my arms, holding me close to him. “I haven’t left your bed since I got you back and you think I’m going to keep you in a separate room? I put you in the guestroom because it was the easiest to access by Dr. Khan and the staff. This is our room now.”

I grinned stupidly. I was so in love with this man.

Without saying a word, I knelt in front of him on the floor. Now, he was the one who looked confused.

Ready to show him my appreciation, I unfastened his belt, giving him my most seductive smile.

His hooded eyes watched me as he awaited my next move. “If this is you thanking me, then keep going,jaan.”

I pulled down his slacks, taking his boxers along with them. His dick was erect and ready for my attention. But then again, when wasn’t it ready?

He pushed the top of my dress down, exposing my hard nipples. His fingers weaved into the hair at the back of my head, holding on like his life depended on it.

My mouth watered in anticipation of his taste. I licked my lips, thirsty for his precum. Instead of using my hands to hold his strong shaft in place, I clasped them behind my back, intertwining my fingers. My back arched as a result, causing my breasts to jut out like they were a gift being presented to a king—my king. Desire shone in his eyes as he looked down at my offering.

I wrapped my lips around his head and gave it a gentle suck, tasting the smooth skin. He threw his head back, emitting from his throat a deep groan that travelled down his body, causing vibrations that shook his tip in my mouth.

Having a man this powerful submit to my mercy aroused me like nothing else. His pleasure motivated me to working him harder. With each suck, I increased my pressure and took more of his length into my mouth. My hands clasped tighter behind my back from the excitement. Every so often, his shaft would twitch and slide out of my mouth, causing his arousal to wet my lips and chin on the way out. He seemed to enjoy the lack of control from not using my hands, because he would grip my head tighter in response.

I made my way further down his shaft, devouring him like a popsicle on a hot day—the kind that made your mouth water and juice leak out the sides of your mouth. When I couldn’t fit anymore of him inside of me, he came to my rescue, tipping my head back at an angle so he could push in until I reached his balls. My nostrils flared, drawing in breaths to help steady my gag reflex. Through watery eyes, I peered up at the intoxicating man who had me drunk on lust and love on my knees.

“Fucking hell. That mouth,” he managed to say in between pants. He thickened inside of me, standing more rigid than before, like he was made of steel. I felt him close to his release and plotted my next move.

I pressed my tongue to the underside of his length as I sucked him quicker, milking him as he fucked my mouth. He grasped my head with both his hands and spilled his hot liquid down my throat. His cry echoed in my ears. I swallowed as much as I could in one go, but there was too much left after just one gulp. I emptied the reserve in my mouth and released him from the grasp of my lips with apop.

Sitting back on my heals, I admired my work. Shyam’s eyes glowed with amazement. “Where the fuck did you learn that?”

I smiled slyly. “I had some inspiration.”

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