Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Very lonely.” I roll onto my belly and prop my chin on my hands. “Why have you been so busy lately?”
“Those Irish cunts are driving me crazy.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Cunts? Do you have to be so crude?”
“Sorry, baby.” He reaches down and spanks my ass. “I meant what I said.” He kneels down beside my bed and kisses down my spine. I let out a satisfied sigh as he reaches my butt. Then he bites my cheek.
“Tigran!” I try to jerk away, but he pins me down.
“You’ve been getting mouthy lately,” he says with that vicious smirk of his. Somehow I’ve grown to understand what his little smiles mean. He hides so much of himself from me, but there are moments when it breaks through his armor.
This one means he’s going to brutalize me in all the best ways.
“And you’ve been a controlling bastard,” I say, pretending to pout.
“Only to protect you.” He yanks my underwear down, exposing my bare skin.
“And is this protecting me?” I wriggle my hips as he yanks my wrists up and pins them above my head. I’m face down on the bed and at his mercy.
Which is my favorite position in the world.
“I’d say this is for your own good.” He spanks my ass hard once. It makes a loud whacking sound and stings. I whimper at the pain.
“You like this too much,” I whine, weakly struggling. If I wanted this to stop, all I’d have to do is say royal and he’d immediately stop. But the safe word is so far from my mind it’s not even funny.
I used it once, not long after we started, and he stopped on a dime. Even though he clearly didn’t want to.
I don’t need to test him again.
And I sure as hell don’t want to.
“It pains me to spank you like this, Dasha,” he says, whacking me again. Considering how hard his dick is right now, I think he’s just making things up. I suspect he really does love it. “You think I like making you moan? You think I like turning you into such a filthy little slut for me? But you’ve been so bad, baby, and there’s only one way to make you a good girl again.”
“How?” I moan, core aching. I know the answer already, though. It’s get fucked into oblivion. That’s quickly becoming my favorite pastime.
“You need me to turn your ass pink, and when you’re begging and moaning, I’ll finally give you as much dick as you can handle. Otherwise, you’ll never be a good girl again.”
He spanks me twice in a row, nice and firm, and I’m aware that his cure for my badness is very self-serving, but I’m not about to complain.
Because I fucking love it.
That day in the shower unlocked something between us. Ever since then, we’ve been sleeping together like crazy.
Whenever he’s home, it’s almost constant. When I wake up, before we go to bed, afternoons and evenings, whenever he’s not working, he’s filling my pussy and teaching me all about my body.
And I’m a very eager student.
Turns out, sex is pretty awesome.
I’m gaining confidence. Taking a stupid risk on that video call taught me the best lesson of all: Tigran wants me unconditionally, and I don’t have to be afraid of trying something new.
There’s something freeing about stepping out of my constrained comfort zone, at least with the sex stuff to start.
“It’s so convenient that you can make me good,” I whine as he spanks me before plunging his fingers down between my legs. He’s so good at that—they slide right inside and go deep, making my back arch as the pleasure of his touch collides with the stinging pain of his spanks.
“Darling, there’s nothing convenient about it,” he whispers in my ear, fucking me before spanking me again. Back and forth like that, fingers inside, palm on my bare skin. “You think I like this? You think I want you to be such a messy slut? I want to worship you, pisik, not fuck your pussy, fill your mouth, and spank your slutty ass until you’re moaning.”
“Tigran, please,” I gasp as he delivers a particularly hard spank. My brain’s a mess of bliss, and I can barely think straight at the moment. He could basically do anything with me, and I’d happily suck and fuck and moan away. “You’re so generous, making me good again.”
“I know, baby, I know. I’m a bad man, but I’m good at one thing.” He grips my hips suddenly and yanks me until I’m draped over the edge of the bed and he’s right behind me. He shoves my legs wide until my pussy is exposed for him.
“What are you good at?” I whisper, shoulders and lips trembling as he looks at me with pure admiration. It’s not just lust anymore; it’s more like he’s seeing a work of art he just has to own.