Submitting to his Roommate: Parts 7 to 12 by Katt Ford

Author:Katt Ford
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2022-06-06T04:00:00+00:00

Worshiping His Mistress

I lay astonished in my bed. I had no idea what time it was. I had never had a clock in my room, and the blinds were drawn to block out the light from outside. In fact, for me, the outside world seemed to have disappeared completely. I didn't give it a moment's thought. The only thing that mattered was what was happening in that bedroom, between my gorgeous tormentress and me.

Emma kept me going for hours. I had never had sex anything like this. I'd never had this many orgasms in an entire day, let alone in the short period of time Emma had drawn them out of me. Her hold on my body seemed more than merely mechanical. She was playing me like an instrument, and with every note, I fell more deeply under her spell. What she was doing to me was unbelievable. But it was happening. And every orgasm she took from me, telling me how and where she would allow me to cum and claiming each one like some kind of trophy, only served to make her power grow.

But for a while, I was left alone. I needed it. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts, to recover from what was unquestionably the wildest experience of my life. Once she had had me debase myself by jerking off at her feet, once she had made me lick her shiny leather boots clean, Emma had ordered me back onto the bed and then left me alone. I could hear her high heels thumping on the floor of the apartment outside as she moved back and forth. I had no idea what she was up to. But I had no doubt that I would find out. And that whatever she decided to do next would be for her pleasure and entertainment, not mine. The fact that I was having unbelievable pleasure from what she was doing to me was incidental. Just my good luck that I happen to get off on being treated badly. At least, that was how Emma played it.

When I heard her voice in the living room, I opened my mouth to respond. But soon, I realized she wasn't talking to me. She was on the phone. Still dressed in her incredible dominatrix outfits, the skintight leather catsuit and corset and high-heeled boots that made her unbelievably desirable, she strode back and forth across the living room as she chatted on the phone. Through the open door of my bedroom, I caught glimpses of her as she paced, and every time, I felt another stab of jealous desire. Unquestionably, Emma was the sexiest woman I had ever been with. In fact, as far as I was concerned, she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. And all my past girlfriends paled into forgettable phantoms in the radiance of my mistress's presence.

And yet she wasn't even my girlfriend. Emma made that abundantly clear. She enjoyed it, in fact, keen to remind me that I had no claims on her.

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