His Wet Nurse

Non-transactional (34)

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Theodore realized in no time that this was his first genuine, non-transactional encounter with a woman. There was a subtle exchange happening, unlike his usual encounters where women simply found their way to his bed without much effort on his part.

Perhaps why he hesitated to make a move on Jema. As he stared into her desire-filled eyes, he pondered what made her so captivating, stirring up a range of emotions within him. His hand came to rest on hers that was tightly gripping on the aisle, sparking a rush of sensations between them. When he saw her lips part in a silent gasp at his touch, his attention was drawn to them, a flood of sensual thoughts filling his mind.

Theo was growing frustrated by her lack of initiative, wishing she would make the first move this time—flirting with obvious seduction, letting him know she wanted him as much as he did. Instead, Jema stood before him with her hair pulled back, lips moist and parted, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling in rhythm.

He couldn't resist the urge to explore what she felt like, driven to distraction by her passive yet alluring demeanor that was unlike anything he had encountered before.

He leaned in and captured her lips with his own, pleasure surging through his body, dulling his senses yet heightening every sensitive nerve. At first, their kisses were tentative, like testing the waters, before intensifying into something more passionate. Drawing her close, he savored the mix of scotch and wine on her lips, tasting her with every inch of his being.

A primal sound escaped his throat when she responded in kind, her kiss igniting a fiery desire within him. Theo gently grasped her neck with his other hand, tilting her head back as he deepened the kiss. It was an exhilarating sensation as if sparks were shooting through his body, electrifying his skin and tightening every muscle. He pulled her closer, longing to rid the barrier of fabric between them.

His hand worked to push off her night robe letting it fall to the rug. He traced his hands over the skin on her shoulder blades, leading down to the thin fabrics that covered the rest of her. His fingers found the tip of her rack but froze.
Gently, he de-tangled their lips and gazed down at the wetness of her singlet.

Embarrassment filled her face as her eyes followed his to her wet puckered nipples. She'd felt the wetness when he kissed her, the spurge of something moist spilling down her skin amidst the tremendous wave of pleasure. Driven with passion, she wasn't certain which part of her it was.
She contemplated running back to her room when his masterful hand squeezed one of her twos, stroking the tip with his thumb like he was getting them ready for play.

Jema let out a loud gasp but he muffled them with deep hungry kisses. His hands kneaded and pinched and squeezed till she was putty in his arms. Without knowing it, he'd caged her between the aisle and took a break from her lips to pull his shirt off. Her hands immediately found his sleek rich skin, feeling every taut muscle on him. He watched her with hooded eyes as she mastered every inch of his torso, learning the contours and lines. She seemed to be taking her time with it but Theo was impatient, he wanted to ignite more of whatever there was going on between them so he stopped her traveling hands and instead peeled the flimsy top off her neck.

Her hands flew to her chest as soon as he did that, she turned red under his fierce gaze, unable to utter anything coherent. Theo kissed her slowly, running his hands over her slender back until she relaxed into him. Bare skin melted into each other, exuding warmth and tenderness. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their passion grew stronger, he hoisted her legs, wrapping them around his slender waist before jamming his hard region into her moistness. Jema threw her head back as soft moans left her lips. With her eyes shut tight, she swore she saw heaven's gate as he continued his bold adventures, increasing the strokes with each gasp.

When her bare back met with fluffiness, the smell of fresh sheets hit her nose and she peeled her eyes open to discover he'd carried them both to his bed. He hovered over her, seemingly unaware of how smaller she was compared to his huge frame. But Theo didn't want to compare her with other women he'd bedded, not at this moment when she was driving him to oblivion.

As soon as he caught her lips again, their passion honed, forcing his heart palpitations to quicken with an explosive rhythm. He bit her lower lip and sucked on them till they bled. His needy lips traced her neckline, biting and suckling until they got to her wet nipples. With one hand he pressed a volume of her breast up and attacked the mound. Jema instinctively grasps folds of his raven curls, edging closer to allow him more access to her body. His tongue and lips simultaneously did wonders to her mind, she'd never felt anything this bare and adulterated. He feasted on her like she was some five-star Michelin, tonguing her nipple in a to-and-fro manner until they were as tender as a Kobe.

Jema whimpered when he moved to the second one, and as he did, he plunged his hips between hers hitting her budding spot as she cried out in pure ecstasy. He repeated the act, this time he dragged deeper and harder until her legs shook from too much pleasure. Slowly, he traced one hand down her flat belly and further below until they vanished inside her shorts. Instinctively Jema bolted from the act, a look of terror replaced her lustful eyes as she struggled to get away from him.

Theo's expression of shock could only be captured in a photograph as he watched Jema swiftly leap off his bed, frantically searching the room for her shirt. He observed her curse under her breath as she accidentally bumped into a stool. Eventually locating her night robe, she managed to wrap it around herself instead when she couldn't find her singlet top.

With her back turned to him, Jema took in a deep breath, steadying herself before turning to face a cold, distant Theo. "I'm sorry, I have to go," she whispered amidst faltering voices. When he didn't respond, she added, "Good night, sir."

The word "sir" stung Theo like a bee, creating a sudden icy distance that extinguished the warmth between them. It reminded him of their professional differences—he was her boss, and she was an employee.

Unable to remain in his room without reliving the embarrassment of the evening, Theo's frustration boiled over. He grunted in frustration as he rummaged through his closet for fresh clothes. The encounter had left him feeling sour with anger and dissatisfaction. He hadn't even had a chance to ease the tension before Jema hurried off like a startled animal.

Fueled by perpetual rage, Theo grabbed his scotch and stormed downstairs to his office. Every fiber of his being berated him for lowering his guard with Jema—allowing her to touch him without permission. When it came to intimate encounters, he was a different specie. He disliked careless physical contact; he preferred dominance, taking charge of how he should be pleasured. It certainly didn't begin with him kissing Jema passionately or exerting effort to make her squirm with pleasure.

In his office, Theo aggressively sifted through his emails, repeatedly refreshing his inbox until a message from Dean Abbot caught his attention.

Theodore slammed his glass on the table and erupted into laughter, a deep and unfamiliar sound that stretched his chin tight. Finally, he had a lead—a target to focus his frustrations on, redirecting his thoughts away from his recent sexual encounter and toward those who dared threaten his life.

He relished the idea of dismantling his enemies, tearing them apart, piece by piece until only bones remained. Theodore couldn't wait for dawn to break so he could confront them. But on second thought, now was the perfect time for an unannounced visit, catch them off guard.

With resolve, he pushed himself from his chair and ascended the stairs to prepare for the encounter, sending messages to his men along the way.

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Phew 😮‍💨 most difficult chapter, rate the description 1-10...