Chapter 132
Chapter 132:
“Jerk us off, take our cocks and fuck us with your tied hands.” He demanded before cupping my jaw and kissing me hard. We continued to kiss as my bound hands struggled to take both our cocks and jerk us off. His fingers gripped my hair sensually as he moaned my name and his hips moved as if he was fucking my hands and my cock. “Remy,” I moaned his name louder. It was so fucking hot. I realised I was going to blow my load any second.
“You’re mine.” He whispered possessively. “I want you to hold it when I come. I want you to fuck yourself with my cum. I’m going to lubricate your cock with my cum and then I’m going to make you fuck me and fill me with your load.” His voice was deep, his breathing heavy. “You’re going to come so hard that I’m going to be filled with your cum p>
I came after I bent him over his desk. I fucked him hard while my wrists were still tied between us.
Then, as he asked, I watched as my cum dripped between his sexy
sexy ass cheeks.
“Yours,” I whispered, then kissed his damp shoulder. “Mine.” He whispered back.
I said no to Bora Bora. I needed to learn not to get my hopes up. I told Ghazi to focus on his work, while I promised to keep myself busy working at the new store. I forced myself to contact the interior designer he suggested and put Ghazi’s black card to good use. At least when he was done with me, the place would be renovated and ready to be leased out or even sold.
My chest still ached with longing. I had heard him say that he was mine, but people change their minds every day. Feelings shift, and I knew it was only a matter of when, not if. I loved the guy, but I would never trap him into spending his life with me when he could be happy with someone else.
“Remy, I still think you should talk to him. You don’t look happy,” Jacqueline said from the other side of the screen during our video call.
“I… I am happy. It’s just…
This is me, Jacqueline.
This isn’t the first time. People will eventually get bored with me,” I admitted.
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“Oh honey, I’d never…” she started, but I cut her off.
“I know. Listen, I really have to go.
The interior designer will be here soon.
Text me the time and place, and we’ll meet up soon, okay p>
She waved goodbye, her eyes showing that she knew I was cutting the conversation short. I had set a time for the interior designer, but it wasn’t until an hour later.
As soon as I ended the call, I started walking around the empty store. I should have been thinking about the design, colors, light fixtures, and all of that. But my mind kept drifting back to the sad-looking future in front of me. My whole life felt like a rinse-and-repeat cycle. When things ended with Ghazi, I’d end up being someone else’s boy toy. I’d pour my heart and soul into him, only for him to decide he wanted someone else. Anyone but me.
When the interior designer arrived, she walked around the space, giving me her ideas. She promised she’d send me a quotation next week along with some design choices. I thanked her for her time and closed the door behind her.
I was about to leave the place when Ghazi walked in. He looked handsome in his business suit, and my eyes roamed his appearance as if I couldn’t get enough of him. We had only been apart for a few hours, but it felt like days, and I couldn’t wait to be back in his arms.
“Remy, are you ready to go?” he asked, and I nodded, not the least bit surprised that he knew I was still at the empty store. I was there with his driver, and he must’ve called the guy.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered dinner from this perfect French restaurant p>
I wasn’t hungry; my appetite seemed to have vanished just like yesterday. Still, I forced a smile, trying to appear as cheerful as possible. “I’d love to.