I Read Him the Hottest Scene in the Book Out Loud

It was the first week of Christmas break, and I had decided to spend it at Bruno’s place, more out of the desire to be glued to him than for any other reason.

He had also taken those days off, but one morning he had to go and sort out a pending matter at the bank. It was still early when I heard him getting dressed, so I stayed a little longer tangled up in his sheets, stealing the warmth from his side of the bed. When I finally got up, I poured myself a cup of coffee and, with no hurry at all, sank into the armchair in the living room, the one right next to the window. I was still in my pajamas and had no intention whatsoever of changing.

Those days I had started one of those novels you devour quickly but that leave a mark. The protagonist was an architecture student who paid her way through college by working as a personal assistant for a powerful businessman. Her relationship, though, was anything but conventional. They had met in an exclusive club where she served drinks and where only people with money got in. She was gorgeous, had dreamed of being a model, but her career never took off, so she ended up studying and funding her education between cocktails and tips.

He had fallen for her on an ordinary afternoon. He walked up to the bar, discovered that her head was as sharp as her face was beautiful, and without further ado offered her a job as his assistant in exchange for a salary she couldn’t refuse. He was a possessive man, authoritarian with all his employees, but he treated her differently: he took care of her with thoughtful details, demanded professionalism from her, and, without either of them saying it out loud, he turned her into something that belonged to him. They had been together barely two months, and in that time she had learned things that would serve her in her professional life and, above all, in the most intimate one.

And all of that made me think about how hooked I had become on Bruno. Our schedules almost never matched, but we always managed to see each other as much as possible and share things we told no one else.

I went back to the page. The story was reaching a part that had my heart racing.

“For the meeting with the investors, he had chosen an elegant outfit for me, but one that was far too suggestive. His theory was simple: if I made the people there uncomfortable, the negotiations would tilt in his favor. I don’t want to sound presumptuous, but we both knew he was right.”

Little by little, the sun climbed high enough to hit me full on. Between the heat, the heating, and my winter pajamas, I felt the need to take off the top and stay in just my panties. It felt so good to receive the sun directly on my breasts, with nothing in between.

“I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw. A nearly transparent blouse that barely left anything to the imagination, no bra, my pink nipples brushing the fabric every time I breathed. A pair of black leather pants marked my figure, and red-soled heels finished the whole look. I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail so nothing would be hidden. I was nervous because I knew I was going to be the center of all eyes, but I also knew why I was there.”

The door opened and I lifted my gaze to meet Bruno’s, watching me from the threshold without hiding how much he liked the welcome I was giving him. It took me a second to go back to the book. I heard his footsteps coming down the hall. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that he looked calm, as if he came home every day and found a half-naked woman reading in the sun. But I knew him. He set his briefcase on the table and stopped right beside me.

“I didn’t realize I’d left the heating that high,” he said.

“It’s just that between that and the sun, I was wearing a little too much,” I answered without lifting my eyes from the page.

“And what are you reading that’s so interesting you won’t even give me a kiss?”

I smiled and, taking advantage of the fact that he was leaning in toward me, gave him a quick kiss, never taking my eyes off the book. I wanted to get him as hot as the sun was getting me.

“The story of a brilliant college student who works helping a businessman,” I said, emphasizing that last word.

“You look so absorbed in it that I got curious. And how exactly does she help him?” He sounded intrigued. I knew the theme would appeal to him.

“Let’s just say she tries to please him all the time. He’s her boss. And her master. “Like you are mine,” I thought.

“And she’s his submissive, then.”

“Mm-hm.”

“I suppose she doesn’t say no to anything.”

“Mm-hm. She just obeys. And they’re crazy about each other.”

I hadn’t meant to break away from the book, but it was impossible not to glance over and notice how, with each answer, the bulge in his pants grew larger, until the outline of a rock-hard cock stood out perfectly against the fabric.

“Everyone in the room was looking at me out of the corner of their eye, exactly what he wanted. Men and women alike. The only one who didn’t look up was the salesman, who was talking with visible nerves, aware that my breasts were drawing more attention than the speech he had prepared. The window was slightly open, which was a relief, although every little breath of air hardened my nipples against the blouse. I wanted his hands and mouth to take advantage of that moment. I watched him carefully, so elegant. I hoped everything would go well and that he’d reward me.”

“I missed you this morning,” Bruno whispered against my ear while he slid his hand over my arm, which was already covered in goosebumps.

Damn it. Between what I was reading and what he was starting to do to me, I was getting worked up much faster than I’d expected.

“I didn’t miss you that much. I slept and then read a bit,” I lied, while my fingers slipped under my panties with a fairly clear goal.

“Anyone would think otherwise.”

Bruno wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed with his long fingers, not too much, just enough. I closed my eyes for a second, though I didn’t want to: I needed to keep seeing how the story continued while I received stimulation from both him and myself.

“You could read it out loud, then I’d know,” he suggested.

I agreed.

“‘You were amazing,’ he said, smiling.

‘Thank you, master.’ My heart was in my mouth, because that kind of praise usually ended in more than just thanks. He offered me his leg to sit on and I obeyed without a word. His hand moved up inside my blouse, stroking my back. My mouth parted under his gaze. The other hand ran along the inside of my thigh and climbed shamelessly up to my already wet sex. Mine settled, without permission, over the bulge in his pants, and I squeezed hard.”

I moaned without meaning to. Between my own fingers, the slow tongue and lips of Bruno on my neck, his hands already on my breasts, and the fact that I was reading out loud, my body wasn’t responding the way I wanted it to.

“His hand rose to grasp the back of my neck. He pressed his mouth to mine, gentle but determined, and I was grateful, because I needed it. His tongue, a little shy, played with mine. His other hand was being rough with my breasts, and mine was squeezing his hard cock even more, outlined beneath the fabric.

‘Take those pants off,’ he ordered, and I obeyed. He sat me on the table, ripped my blouse open with one yank, pulled me against him, and caught one of my nipples in his mouth before biting it and moving to the other. His spanks, getting harder and harder, made my moans spill out. Voices were still audible in the hallway, voices that were drowned out by my cries, even louder when his mouth left my thighs to kiss my sex through the lace. He pulled it aside after only a few seconds, and his tongue and two of his fingers began to work magic.”

Bruno grabbed my hair and yanked hard to lift my face and, finally, hold my gaze for more than a second. He had that expression I knew from so many other heated situations. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine, his breathing fast. I heard the sound of his zipper coming down and couldn’t help smiling.

“Looks like the master’s in the mood to party,” I said.

“Are you saying that about me or the one in the book? You should do as she does and obey.”

“I think for now I’m going to keep reading,” I declared, while out of the corner of my eye I saw Bruno nod and, at the same time, take advantage of the moment to spread my legs and run his hands up my thighs from bottom to top. Just like in the novel, two of his fingers pretended to go in, and I was so wet I made it easy for him.

It was delicious. His fingers paused in every nook and cranny before withdrawing slowly, then plunging back in faster. Again and again. Continuing to read out loud was a titanic task.

“‘Master, please, stop,’ I pleaded between moans. I didn’t want to come, not like this. I already knew the orgasms his cock gave me and that was exactly what I wanted in that moment. To have it inside me. Slowly. All the way. Opening me up.

He understood what I was asking and unzipped himself.”

I understood her perfectly. I wanted that too, for Bruno to finish opening me up with that big, hard cock. I looked at it hungrily, I’m not going to lie. Very hungrily. It was right there in front of me, a breath away from my lips. I’d swear I could feel the heat of my breathing on his glans, wet with pure arousal, while he gave me an impossible pleasure to describe. He was jolting in little spurts, waiting for me to do something.

***

I placed two fingers over the shaft and ran them back and forth, barely pressing my nails against him. Every time I reached the glans I stopped and gave a soft tap with my fingertips. Bruno lifted his gaze to the ceiling every time I did it.

“He grabbed me by the thighs and buried his cock inside me little by little. I couldn’t help moaning. I swear I tried, but I was unable to. I felt every centimeter opening me. He did it without haste but without pause, always pushing inward, until there was nothing left to invade. Then he withdrew almost all the way and drove back in, this time harder. And again. And again. My cries had turned into real screams of pleasure.

It wasn’t just his thrusts: his hands pulled me toward him just as he pushed, and every time he entered he touched a point that drove me insane. There came a moment when it wasn’t just the way it seemed. I simply melted around his cock, convulsing in the most spectacular orgasm of my life. And he, as if nothing had happened, kept thrusting like an animal. Barely a few seconds later, I was back in heaven, this time coinciding with a loud groan from him.

‘Come on, fill me up completely, please, master, yes’ —and he answered my plea: I felt his cock tighten inside me, filling me.”

At last I felt I could focus on my own master.

“Fuck, I’d trade ten of those strokes for a good lick,” Bruno said, almost breathless.

Without saying a word, I took him by the base and did what he was asking, but I ran my tongue over that soft pink glans several times. His groans and the pressure of his fingers inside me let me know he was enjoying it. And I was no slouch either: those fingers were bringing me to the edge. I grabbed his cock hard and pressed it against my cheek, rubbing it as best I could while I felt the orgasm approaching. But, just like the girl in the book, I didn’t want to come like that. I wanted it inside me, and I wanted it now.

“I think the master should fuck me really hard, please,” I asked.

“As you wish.”

***

He picked me up and carried me to the bed where, the night before, we had already shown each other how much we wanted one another. He laid me on my back and undressed in front of me, slowly. He settled on top of me and I felt all his weight as he entered me with all the tenderness with which someone can possibly be entered. Slowly. Just the tip. I was already frantic; that wasn’t enough, I wanted all of him. And without needing to say a word, he gave himself to me. A little more each time. His free hand caught mine above my head. A little farther in. Until I could feel his balls against me. That was it, right there, where I wanted to live, with Bruno rocking over me, denying me almost all of his cock only to give it back to me little by little. Withdrawing and offering, feeding a body that would only be satisfied by orgasms. And he always gave them to me; it was only a matter of time.

He settled one leg over mine and that angle of entry became simply perfect. My hands were still immobilized under the force of his, though I didn’t want to free myself anyway. The other hand gripped my ass to pull me closer with every thrust. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. And I got closer and closer, feeling it rise inside me like something about to explode.

“What a cock you’ve got, fuck, it makes me melt!” The last part came out almost as a shout, because I couldn’t finish the sentence. A shock, like lightning, spread from my sex to every corner of my body. Nothing was left unburned. I exploded, just like that. And Bruno, emboldened by knowing what he did to me, gave me even harder strokes. My hands were still captive in his and I writhed with pure pleasure while that burning sensation finished me off.

“I can’t anymore…”

“Fill me, come on,” I begged him between cries.

Bruno shuddered and emptied himself inside me, and I was still able to chain one last orgasm while his cock spasmed inside me.

Our bodies, soaked in sweat, didn’t separate for a long while. Then came the kisses, the caresses, the “I love yous,” and all those beautiful things that follow a battle in which, for once, we both won. The book was left open on the floor, beside the armchair, marking the exact page where we had left off. I’d finish it another time. That morning I’d already had enough reading.