Manwhore 2: The Ferro Family Read Online Free Page A

can’t—” He hisses through his teeth, unable to speak. I feel like I should stop, but I’m sure I’ve found it.
    A bead of sweat rolls down his temple and drips onto the floor. There’s a spreader bar between his ankles to hold his legs apart and then each ankle is chained to the floor. He is beautiful. I wonder what he was like before all this happened. If he enjoyed such light touches from his wife, or if he was a tender lover. I’ll never know.
    The only thing I’m certain of is that this will sharpen his senses. He’ll hone in on how to own me, how to destroy me. The challenge is all consuming, and leaves no thought for anything else. I know because I’m doing it to him now. Seeing him fight me is erotic and thinking about taking him in my mouth is such a bad idea—it’s against the club rules. It’s against our agreement. It defies everything because I’m stealing his control. His panic becomes my power. His pain becomes my composure.
    As I slip down the front of his body, I think about how far I’m pushing him into places he doesn’t want to go. I control him in these few moments, body, mind, and soul.
    As I kneel in front of him, my face is right in front of his beautiful, smooth, long shaft. My mouth is watering as I think about sucking on it. From the way he’s breathing, I don’t think this manwhore has face-fucked many women. Then it dawns on me--that’s not it. He doesn’t want me here, because of her, because of his wife. This was something she did.
    When it’s my turn to be the bottom, oh, God—my stomach twists. He’s going to go all out. He won’t stop, but that’s what this is now. I feel calm. His fear empowers me. This isn’t edge play. It’s far past that, but I don’t care.
    Leaning in, I hear him gasp as he tries to evade me. I take my hands and place them on his ass, and pull his erection toward my mouth. His muscles are corded tight, trying as hard as he can to pull away, but he can’t break the chains.
    Leaning in closer, I press his shaft to my cheek and drag the tip across my face, one side and then the other. Sean is barely breathing, but he manages to say my name. It’s one cry, one plea to stop. This will break him. It’ll break me. “Paige.”
    The problem is simple. I said I’d help him, and I’ve never felt like this before. I’m perfectly calm, stronger than I thought possible. I feel like my old self, but better. Why? I don’t understand it, but I know that this is a give and take. Right now I’m taking. In a moment, I’ll have to give it back to him.
    He’ll break me, he’ll have to. He has to feel this clarity, this sense of control. It’s a high that feels unbreakable.
    He watches me for a moment, and our eyes meet. If he felt this, he’d know it was worth it.
    “Do you still trust me?” I watch him, doubting he’ll say yes. This is so wrong, so far outside the norm, even at Club Noir.
    Sean nods once. It’s a jerky movement followed by a hard swallow that makes his Adam's apple move in his neck. His dark hair is tousled and damp with sweat. His body glistens in the red light.
    I lunge forward and take his hard length in my mouth, sucking and sliding my tongue over his shaft as I do so. Sean yells and tries to jerk away, but he can’t. Placing my hands on his ass steadies him. His head thrashes as if he doesn’t enjoy my mouth on his cock, but it gets bigger and harder as I suck him.
    Each pass of my tongue makes him groan between gritted teeth. Every time I push him over the edge makes me more powerful.
    I’m greedy and don’t take it slowly. I want to taste him. I work him, pressing him with my tongue and forcing him down my throat, taking him exactly the way I want as he bucks against me, swearing as he does so. I feel it coming, too much too fast. He moans and stops fighting me. As he comes, his hips pump against my mouth, pushing deep into my throat. He thrusts between my lips, filling my mouth with come and I swallow, only to be