Page 88 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Oh yikes.I guess he was a eunuch...Poor guy.The least I could do was put on a good show for him. I thrust my hips to make Tanner’s dick spin a bit. But then I stopped, because that seemed to upset the eunuch even more.
Better idea!“Do you think I can suck myself off?” I bet the eunuch would really like seeing that. Because who wouldn’t? I started to lean forward to see if I could reach Tanner’s dick with my mouth. But my tongue was so far away from his tip.Damn it. I want to taste!I tried to bend even more. “Come to mama.”
The Moroccan palace suddenly disappeared and I was standing in Tanner’s living room with my hand down my sweatpants.
“You’re not doing the memory right,” he said sternly. “And why are you insulting eunuchs? And I don’t bend that way.” He looked truly horrified by what I’d been doing in his memory.
I pulled my hand out of my sweatpants. “I’m pretty sure you were masturbating vigorously and trying to give yourself head during that memory. It wasn’t a me thing. You were alreadydoing it. I was just going along because I didn’t want to mess with like...the butterfly effect or something.”
“I absolutely was not doing any of that in the memory. And there is no butterfly effect. It’s a memory. Not an alternate timeline.”
“Are you sure because...”
“Ash,” he said firmly. “You tried to make me give myself head. I can promise you I’ve never attempted that before.”
“Fine! I’ve been caught! But having a dick is very distracting! I’ve never had one before. I can’t believe people choose to cut these bad boys off.”
“No one chooses to be a eunuch, Ash.”
Eh.I wasn’t sure about that. It seemed to be all the rage recently. But Tanner was technically an old man and he didn’t need to be shocked by current events. “It’s not fair that it’s so easy to get in the mood with that thing. If I had a ween I’d be sitting on a couch with my legs spread whacking it all day, if you know what I mean. It’s so much easier being a guy. I bet you can cum so often. Way more than I can. I’d be skeeting so much I’d be dehydrated.”
He raised his eyebrow. “I think I make you come plenty.”
Was that a comment about me spouting in his bed? I felt my cheeks turning red. “Fair. I just meant self-pleasure. I’m bad at that. It takes me forever. Not that I do it very often. I’m not like addicted to masturbating or something. I’m not an addict of anything, really. Well I might be a little addicted to playingwith your penis now. It’s massive. Can I go back in your memory now? I want to touch it again.”
“How about I just tell you the story?”
Gah. Fine.I knew I’d get punished for touching myself. But what was a girl to do when presented with such a glorious opportunity? I wanted to wave it around again. #BringBackMyDick.Nailed that.
“My father was the Sultan’s chief architect and…”
“Wait, are you Moroccan?”
“My father is.Was.” He cleared his throat.
I couldn’t even imagine how many people he’d lost in all his years.
“But my mother was a Norwegian woman who got captured by Moroccan pirates. Her choices were to convert to Islam or be a slave for the rest of her life, so she chose to convert.”
Oh.
“Anyway, the sultan liked me. And while we would hang out, he’d often have some of his harem girls there to serve him.”
“Serve him how?” I asked.
“However he wanted. Feed him tangerines. Give him a backrub. Suck his dick.”
I pressed my lips together. So this was where the voyeur thing started. He would have been better off trying to suck his own than watching the sultan. Just saying.
“I mostly ignored the girls because I knew they were off limits. But then one day he called for Sapphire. I’d never seen anything like her. She had long red hair...”
“Like me?”
He slowly nodded.
“Is that why you like me? Because I remind you of her?” I didn’t know if I should be offended or not.
“No.” He smiled. “You’re nothing like her.”
