Learning to Trust Part 2: Full Submission Read Online Free PDF

wanted him to probe deeper, to rub against those sensitive rings of muscle, to be fully submerged inside me. He went slightly deeper and I tensed with surprise and approval.
    The two sensations continued to build together, lifting me toward my orgasm. I could see it, feel it, taste it. His fingers and tongue worked together in perfect sync, a perfectly tuned machine that was exclusively for me. "Oh god," I moaned. "This is unbelievable." I was starting to lose it, starting to—
    Again he stopped.
    "Roland!" I whined. I could feel my climax ready to explode, like a word on the tip of my tongue that I just couldn't say. My body was begging for my fingers to finish the deed, to complete that beautiful cycle—b ut I was stuck. My chest was still heaving, almost as if it hadn't received the you're not actually having an orgasm memo. He was teasing me, plain and simple. I felt like a rabbit jumping frantically at a dangling carrot— and I didn't do well with games .
    He sat up and looked at me, giving me a great view of his chest as he straightened up his hair, obviously disheveled while between my legs. "You'll come when I tell you to, pet. The more you beg, the more I'm not going to let you have it. I'm in control, remember?"
    Damnit! He really knew how to frustrate a gal. I was so close ! "Yes, Sir," I said, defiance in my voice. I just wanted to finish. I wanted it worse than anything in the world, and honestly, if he told me he was about to answer all the questions I had, all the answers the world needed to know about his company, I'd probably say " It can wait ."
    "You'd best watch your tone of voice or you're going to get punished again," he said, the serious look on his face causing me to flush with submission. Despite my compromised state already , he had just made me feel even smaller . He noticed and leaned forward, stroking my hair and gently kissing my cheek. "You need not worry, pet. I promise I'll take care of you."
    I had been so wrapped up in wanting my own orgasm that I didn't even notice his rock-hard erection, pulsi ng and upright between his legs, ready to pounce . Pre-cum glistened on the engorged head, slowly oozing out a drop at a time. He climbed on top of me, aligning his cock with my clit, rubbing it directly with the tip. I immediately shuddered , feeling the depart ed warmth flooding back into me. His fingers gripped the shaft tightly, guiding his movements. It moved along my wet slit, sliding through the moist folds of my labia, fucking against the glistening crease there. My pussy buzzed with excitement as heat spread from my core again.
    "My pet," he said, smiling. "This is precisely what you've needed." His hardness slid into me as he said the words, his eyes watching my own as he filled me to the point of bursting. Again , he was studying the look on my face, watching my expression with intense curiosity as my muscles accommodated him down below. It was like he was trying to learn something about me through my body's response to him. Honestly, it shouldn't have been a surprise to me that a billionaire was so obsessed with details.
    He kept my legs spread wide-open, rocking his hips into me, filling me with every thrust. His length disappeared inside, peeking out every time his gesture repeated. I stared up at the ceiling, catching his facial expressions after every few thrusts, watching the intent in his eyes as he had his way with me. His cock felt even thicker than it had the other day; my intense want was probably to blame for the skewed calculations.
    I was powerless beneath him, my body inevitably fighting the restraints as I quivered and writhed in my limited fashion. The sounds and smells of sex filled the air , the excitement of the act more or less overwhelming all of my senses at once. I was having a hard time keeping track of everything every time he pumped into me, claiming me with his cock. His moans were quiet and controlled, allowing me to dominate the conversation with my own. The