The $eductress – Episode 28

THE $EDUCTRESS

THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE STRIPPER

WRITTEN BY: Pamela James

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Chapter 28

Anastasia p.o.v

I will never get over how huge and luxurious this place is.

The first thing I did was stare out if the glass windows in his room.

The city will always be beautiful no matter what time it is.

It’s better when staring at it from such a beautiful place.

I almost forgot that I was supposed to be fvcking Arnaldo right now.

“You know what? I’m tired.” I turned away from the window as I took off my jacket.

“Let’s change it up this time.” I got into his bed.

He glanced at me from the other side of the room, slightly confused.

“Strip for me!” I said.

He scoffed.

“I’m not kidding.” I said seriously.

I laid back in bed, not moving to take my own clothes off.

He should know that I won’t do anything until he does.

“Strip!” I said again.

“Everything?”

“I know you heard me Arnaldo.”

He is not the shy type.

He tries to play like he is, but he isn’t.

He can’t lie to me.

His hands moved to undo his tie first.

He pulled it from around his neck and dropped it to the floor.

He unbuttoned his white collared shirt and took that off, letting it slip from his arms and fall to the floor over his tie.

I got comfortable because I was loving this.

I even smiled at him to let him know it was nice to have this reversed.

I have never seen him completely naked, and this was my chance.

I was staring at his chest, then my gaze went to his arms.

I bit the inside of my lip, wanting to hold my excitement, but I think Arnaldo is séxy.

He should take off his shirt for me more often.

He still had his trousers on, and that was going to have to come off at some point.

“Anastasia.” he had that tone of voice like I shouldn’t get too excited, but I smiled wider.

“All of it!” I said.

He let out a breath as his hands unbuckled his belt.

He pushed his trousers down slowly, exposing mire of himself for me.

Now all that was left was his black underwear.

I was staring at him.
I already know what was left to see.

I got out of bed and went over to him.

My eyes were still at his chest because I couldn’t help but stare.

My hand touched his arm, to feel his skin, his bicep.

Then I let my finger trail over his chest and down his stomach.

I could feel him breathing.

My hand pressed flat over his stomach to feel him, the abs that were there, the way he breathed slowly.

Was it because I was so close to him?

Was he nervous?

It didn’t seem like that.

My hand trailed further, my finger tracing past his belly button, and pulling at the hem of his underwear.

I pulled it and looked down.

I already know what I’m working with, but it was nice to see.

I had some provocative thoughts about Arnaldo.

They were just down right nasty, I would never say any of what I was thinking no matter how hard it would get him.

It’s better if I keep my thoughts to myself, but holy sh*t!

Does Arnaldo know how big his cóck is?

Maybe that is why I sense a little arrogance in him.

“All of it!” I said quietly, lifting my finger away as I looked up at him.

“Take it off for me.”

His brown eyes didn’t look at me.

TBC