8 I'll Give You My Word!

My back against the wall was burning. He took off my shirt and licked my breasts with his deft tongue. Soon my breasts were wet and hard, and my other n.ipple was getting hard too.

I was like a baby bird with its mouth open for feeding.

My whole body longs for this man!

“Raise your hands above your head!” He said to me in a commanding voice.

I did what he said, and then he went on, “I need an obedient wife, Eva, and you can obey any order I give you, right?”

“Yes!” I bit my lower lip. A different kind of experience stimulated my body and made me want to obey him.

“Do as I say, and I'll give you everything!” He blew hot air into my ear. A feeling of numbness made me let out a soft moan.

He began to lick my breast. I felt that my secret garden had become wet, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry. His movements were gentle and slow, making the fire of desire in my body even stronger.

I was thirsty, and I knew what I needed to fill my mouth with. I thought of the huge object between his legs, and the thought that it might pierce my throat made me horny.

I wanted to lick it, lick it like strawberry ice cream, and then swallow it.

His kiss slowly moved down my chest to my lower abdomen, my navel, and finally to the edge of my underwear. Damn, my underpants are wet now. If he finds out I'm so horny, will he think I'm a s.lut?

A s.lut who cheated on her husband?

I even liked being called a s.lut, which made me feel a kind of vindictive pleasure!

“You're wet!” His head was between my legs, and I looked down at him with half-closed eyes. His green eyes were misty and charming.

But when he spoke to me, he was still commanding, “Stand still, don't move!”

When I stood up straight, he took off my pants. Then he pulled open the nightstand and pulled out a soft black whip with rabbit fur on the top of the handle.

I took a deep breath and there was no doubt that he was an S & M fan. Why does he keep these tools on his nightstand? Does he often have s.ex games with other women?

Oh, my God! I feel like a fool! I am going to be his sexual partner!

Just then, Frade's cell phone rang. But he ignored the annoying sound. When the cell phone continues to ring like an alarm, he walks over to the table with a frown.

“Stand there!” He says, pointing his whip at me as he answers the phone.

“What? Those b.itches!” He whispered, with his back to me.

I looked down at my naked body, and the desire that had fascinated me was fading away. I began to come to my senses. So I quickly got dressed while he was on the phone. I even put on jeans without underwear to save time. My underwear may have been lost somewhere, but I didn't want to waste my time looking for it. After all, no one cares if I'm wearing underwear.

I thought if I moved fast enough, I could rush to the side of the door when he wasn't looking and then twist the knob as fast as I could to escape.

What a crazy night!

Frade was still talking to the man on the line. He lowered his voice on purpose, but I could tell he was angry.

Yes, now!

I grabbed my bag and ran to the door, but I couldn't open it. It wasn't until I noticed a sensor on the side of the door that I realised that the door needed a password to open it.

But it was too late. He was closing in behind me with his glaring green eyes.

“You want to run?” He asked. “You don't trust me? You don't trust me to help you?”

“I just don't want to be your s.ex slave,” I said, glancing at the black whip in his hand. “I'm not sure you can keep your promise. I don't think I can work with you. Let me go, Frade.”

“What guarantee do you want?” He pinched my chin. “Tell me!”

“A contract,” I said casually. “Something real, not just words!”

“I see.” Frade let go of his hand and went to the table. He found a little book and wrote something on it with a pen.

He gave me an evil smile and stuffed the check into my bra. “Is this enough?”

I took out the check and saw that the number on it was $1 million. The pen ink on the check was still wet, and there was a faint smell of ink floating on the surface of the check.

“You think I'm a w.hore?” I threw the check on the floor angrily. “Screw you!”

“You want a guarantee. Isn't that what I'm promising you?” Frade says unhappily. “I don't like women with big minds!”

“It's been a crazy night, but I think it's over now!” I yelled at him. “Let me go!”

Frade looked at me quietly as his cell phone rang again. The shrill sound of the ring is like a cool wind blowing away the fog that fills the forest. I have woken up from the illusion of desire.

“Damn, Mark! Give me a minute!” Frade said gruffly. Before the person on the line could react, he hung up.

“I'll let you go!” He pressed a hand against the wall behind me, pressing his lips against my ear.

I felt his desire and anger again, and his hard d.ick was against me.

Damn, I'm feeling h.orny again.

“I'll give you my word!” His voice was hoarse. “But you have to give me your word, too. You promise not to let Ron Moore touch you, and I won't let you sleep with other men!”

“I'm afraid I can't-” when he heard this, his fist slammed against the wall, and I heard a loud crash behind him.

“Please promise me!” His voice softened. “Darling, promise me, okay? If I find out that another man sleeps with you, I'll lose my mind!”

I looked into his eyes and felt a bit distressed. I knew that what he had said must have been meant for the woman he had loved. Perhaps he thought I was that woman.

Maybe that woman left him or hurt him, but I think he must have loved her very much.

He used me as a stand-in for that woman.

He must have loved her!

“Yes, I promise!” I said.

He seemed relieved, and then he kissed me on the forehead and said, “Before I go, I want to hear you say my name one more time, okay?”

“Goodbye, Frade!” I whispered.

“I'll see you soon,” Frade said. “I love you, Mia!”

Mia, that's the woman's name!

Frade changed into a dark suit, and I saw him hide the gun in his back. He took me to the hotel hall. He was going to ask the driver to drive me home, but I insisted on driving my car myself.

He had to have my car brought over. When I saw my old friend, the dented bumper had been fixed.

I took the keys, opened the door, and went straight to the driver's seat. As I drove past him, I didn't dare look at him again. I drove off as fast as I could.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw his figure disappearing from my line of sight. I suddenly felt empty, and his smell was still in my nose.

I missed him already!

When I got home, I opened the door and Ron was standing in the middle of the living room. His face darkened as he stared into my eyes.

At that moment, a sound of footsteps came from upstairs. I looked up and saw Gina coming down the stairs in my nightgown. She wiped the dew from her hair with a towel and smiled at me.

“Good evening, my sister!”