His Vibrations

"Sara's point of view,"

"Your pussy grows even tighter in sickness, Miss Grace."

He spoke to me in a hushed, alluring tone. His attention was once more diverted from my sobs, as he was preoccupied with fucking me.

Why am I crying over my fate when I am the only one who chose this life for myself?

I imagined myself as a prostitute whose sole purpose is to fulfill the desires of her clients. The only thing that separates me from professional prostitutes is that, according to our agreement, I have to satisfy a billionaire CEO, Mr. Aaron Finge, several times in a single day, whereas they have to satisfy multiple clients in a single day.

He merely got married to me to satisfy his lust. I have no choice but to indulge his lust by submerging myself beneath him like a lifeless body. Aron Finge treated my body with the same lack of kindness and affection that the customer did for those prostitutes.

How come he doesn't realize that I have emotions, too? I'm not a sex machine. He would always tie my hand to prevent him from sensing any resistance when he was fucking.

Why does he try to dominate me? Slaughtering over a woman like a ravenous wolf is not the essence of sexual activity.

When two people are intimate, it's not just about having physical touch; it's also about having each other's backs emotionally and mentally. But he doesn't seem to understand this kind of intimacy. I believe that he was never in love. I peered intently into his eyes, searching for the tiny flicker of love concealed there, but all I saw was lust.

He was busy pushing me hard. His deep breath swept across my face.

The life of a prostitute has long fascinated me, but tonight, when I tried to put myself in their shoes, I understood I could relate to how they felt about having sex with unknown males.

To me, without emotional attachment, having sex is like going for a walk with a dominating stranger on a deserted road, completely lost and unsure of where you're going.

He also tore off my dress.

Why he can't undress me delicately is beyond me.

Although I was upset that he made me wear the amusing nightgown, I was pleased with his decision this time around, as it covered my entire body and prevented him from giving me an intense look.

However, I was mistaken. My outfit was not at all to blame. He told me many times that I looked good in his shirt. His dick hardened as a result, but I did nothing to sate his lust.

I thought back to what had happened today, but I couldn't think of anything I did to deserve blame for his increasing lust. Since I didn't want to give him any reason to hold me responsible for his lust, I didn't even write my chapter in a passionate style.

My writing often features wildly sensual moments. However, given that I wrote my chapter so differently today, I don't see why he became so intense. Even though my body was refusing to let me sit down and use my laptop, I completed all of my work ahead of schedule so he wouldn't have an excuse to punish me.

My thoughts raced through the pieces of my dreams that I saw with Neil. I used to daydream about our future together and the life we would lead before getting married.

What kind of romance will it be?

How it will feel his lips against mine. How I wish he would lightly touch my body.

I became engrossed in revisiting my previous romantic fantasies, to the extent that I'm uncertain about my ability to encapsulate all my feelings within a single page. I finished the chapter and turned to leave the room. I don't want to be near him.

However, he knocked on my door around midnight, and despite my pleas, he kissed me before I had a chance to object. He was kissing me in the manner that I desired. Soft, slow, or sweet.

His kiss captivated me so much that I forgot all about his terrible side. His soft kisses have a magical quality, making it easy for me to let his tongue wander in my mouth. He softly held my waist, and I couldn't help but moan with pleasure. Following his touch, my stomach tingled with butterflies.

His feather-like touch on my waist melts my knees and toes like jelly. His soft touch behind my neck causes my breathing to become more peaceful automatically. I don't know why my heartbeat became so loud that I could hear it.

An irresistible impulse to reach out and touch him consumed my mind. Despite my desire to kiss him, I refrained from doing so for fear of witnessing his feral side; however, I could not resist reaching out to touch his immaculate, bare abs. I had no idea how my hand went from his upper body to his lower abdomen because his chest was so smooth and shining.

His fingers slid from my waist to my clitoral area with gentleness. I got wet every time he gave me a gentle kiss for some strange reason. I felt his finger on my wet clit as I closed my eyes. I lost myself in the pleasure of his soft kisses, disregarding everything around me. Something resembling a rock touched me and made me open my eyes.

Oh shit, I touched his hard cock by mistake.

I took my hand off his dick right away. I felt so embarrassed about it; now, what would he think of me? I want to reassure him that I didn't intentionally touch him; instead, the intense emotion of the moment caused everything to happen. He loomed over me with all his strength before I could say anything to him.

"Hold it, Miss Grace."

He pleaded with me to seize his genitalia as he abruptly collapsed onto my side.

I averted my gaze from him.

I can't take another minute of his hard fucking after 50 minutes of it.

"Please, Miss Grace; hold it once." He took hold of my hand and covered his dick with it.

I hesitantly grab his penis.

He muttered into my ears, "Rub."

Again attempting to have me stroke his genitalia, he seized my hand and began to run his fingers across it.

As I have never engaged in this kind of action with anyone before, I find it incredibly awkward.

How can I effortlessly touch his private parts when I don't even know him well? I jumped as I felt the vibration of his dicks and withdrew my hand.

"It's vibrating." I gazed at him with terrified eyes.

"Don't be scared, Miss Grace; my junior is getting excited by feeling your touch." He smiled mischievously and again placed my hand on his dick.

I lightly touched his dick because I thought it was funny. The sensation of his dick vibrating was a completely new experience for me.

"Miss Grace, my junior, wants you to kiss it."

He nibbled the tip of my ear.

"What?

Are you suggesting that I give you a blow job?"

Hearing his new demand made me gasp in disbelief.