Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Smack! Without any warning, his hand hits my pussy again, making me yelp.
“And please who?” he asks.
“Please make me come, Sir.” I speak quickly, not because I’m afraid he’s going to hit me again, but because I’m terrified he’ll find me too defiant and walk away, leaving me hanging.
I’m almost certain that would haunt me for the rest of my life because what’s happening now is the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had. I won’t forgive myself if I ruin it.
Even if I’ll never see this man again, even if I don’t understand this strong, magnetic pull toward him, I need him to finish me tonight. That’s all I know. That’s what every cell in my body tells me.
“You want to come, kitten?” he asks in a deep voice that reverberates all the way to my bones.
“Yes, Sir. Please,” I beg. I don’t care anymore if it makes me look pathetic. My world is darkness and this man—nothing else.
“I’m only going to make you come if you agree I can do it any way I want,” he whispers in my ear. As he drags his lips down my throat, his fingers slide back and forth over my pussy lips, which are slick with my wetness.
“Yes,” I say without thinking twice. “I mean, yes, Sir. Please. Anything.”
“Little slut,” he says, his words shocking me with their bluntness. Taking my nipple between his teeth, he teases me with his tongue, making me writhe underneath him. Two of his fingers push inside me. “You’re so wet and ready, kitten. I have to fuck you. I have to.”
“Please, fuck me, Sir.” That’s exactly what I want.
“I will.” His thumb finds my clit, and he teases me into a frenzy, making me moan and clutch the sheets in desperation. “But first, I want to hear you say it. Say you’re my little slut and you’ll do anything I want.”
My muscles clench around his fingers. The words he wants me to say . . . They’re so dirty, so nasty.
And yet, I can’t deny that at this point, I will do anything he wants. Including saying those words.
“I’m your little slut,” I say breathlessly. “I’ll do anything you want, Sir.”
“Such a good girl,” he says as his hand rubs my head roughly, messing up my hair. “Such a good girl. I have to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel me for days.”
“Please do, Sir.” I gasp when he pulls on my hair.
“Open your legs for me,” he orders. “Wider.”
As I follow his demands, I find myself slowly feeling more exposed and vulnerable. The thrill magnifies all the delicious sensations I’m feeling—the coarse stubble and soft lips on my breasts, the hand in my hair, and the insistent fingers sliding in and out of my pussy.
“Good girl.” He pulls his fingers out of me completely, leaving me feeling empty. “Now, I want you to play with yourself.”
It makes me feel self-conscious, knowing every inch of me is exposed to his gaze, when I can’t even see anything. It makes me feel powerless.
And I don’t know if it’s an innate instinct because I can’t explain it, but my helplessness makes me want to submit to him.
So even though I’ve only ever done this in private, I inch my hand down my stomach and between my legs, knowing he’s watching.
I’ve always felt like the way I masturbate is weird, so I’ve never shown anyone. But in front of this man, I feel like there’s no place to hide. I pinch the hood of my clit lightly with my thumb and index finger, and start rubbing.
“Good girl,” he says. “Don’t come.”
“Yes, Sir.” My cheeks heat up when I remember the way I almost came earlier, even though he told me not to.
My heart pounds as I feel him move between my legs. He gets on top of me and hovers over me, pressing his hot, hard cock against my pussy lips.
Before I even know what I’m doing, my hand finds his shaft and wraps around its erect length. He’s big—threateningly so.
And I was right; he’s just as desperate for release as I am. I can feel it in the pulsing of his cock.
My thumb runs over the tip, which is already slippery with pre-cum, and I feel his shudder.
“Fuck,” he curses in a hoarse voice. “I was going to take this slow, but you’re making it impossible, kitten.”
I smile as my fingers tighten around his cock and start stroking him. His ragged breathing spurs me on. I wonder if it’s the fact that he’s powerful or the fact that he’s a strange that makes me want him so much.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says in a gravelly voice.
I hear the sound of plastic being ripped. I lie back and open myself up for him while I wait for him to presumably put on a condom.