Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“What about me?” she asked moments later. “Do I get to leave, ever?”
Once again, her eyes were on me. Begging.
I wanted to lie to her. I really fucking did. But when I opened my mouth, the truth spilled out.
“No,” I said simply. “You don’t leave me.”
“Ever?” Her voice was the softest whisper. Begging for freedom. Begging to be without me.
“Never,” I replied. “You’re the only one I took. The only one I’ll keep. The only one… without a say.”
It sent her into shock. Her body trembled uncontrollably until I grew worried. She was having a panic attack. I’d seen it before with other girls, and I knew how to deal with it.
I got on the bed with her. I covered her body with mine and she shrieked when I did it.
Then, her eyes found mine.
She stopped screaming. She just stared. The shakes went away, replaced by a need in her eyes I wasn’t sure she understood.
But I did.
I needed to touch her. I couldn’t take another second of our skin not touching, of my tongue not being inside her mouth. I pulled her closer, my hands ripping into her dress, forcing her under my strong body. She whimpered, her little hands going to my chest and attempting to push me back. Slowly, I kissed her. Our first kiss since that night. Not innocent but filled with pain and lust for her fucking body, her mind, her soul. The more I tried to hold back, the more urgent my kisses became.
She moaned, her fingers winding into the fabric of my shirt as she pulled me closer.
“Thorn…” she mumbled, setting my senses on high alert.
It was a question, an accusation, a mix of hate and fear and lust and need. And I kissed her with more urgency, showing her just how much I needed this, needed her to beg me to keep going and finally take what was mine. My fucking woman, my girl underneath me, her legs quaking from the need to split open and invite me inside. I could see it in her eyes, the need to submit taking over her until her legs fell open and she let out a little gasp when I position my crotch over her cunt.
“You need this.” It was a statement, not a question. “You need me to fuck you. You’ve tried so hard to deny it. Tried so hard to pretend this fucking… need… wasn’t there…”
I rubbed my thumb over her panties and she cried out. She was smooth and shaved. I’d ensured it with Pia’s help. I could feel her wetness through the thin fabric of her panties. She was fucking leaking all over my fingers. She wanted this as badly as I did. I couldn’t get enough of it, the scent of her aroused pussy filling my nostrils and making me never want to stop.
“You’re seconds away from begging,” I whispered against her lips, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth and biting down hard. I wouldn’t let go when she tried to move away, holding on tightly and threatening to bite deeper if she tried to get away again. “So beg, Harlow. Fucking beg to have my cock inside your tight little cunt. Come on, let me hear how desperate you are, let me see you come apart for me…”
She was whimpering, crying with no tears, little mewls escaping her lips and begging, fucking begging me to go on without saying a word to that effect.
“Say it,” I taunted her. “I want to hear you beg, Harlow, so beg me like a dirty little slut. Beg to be fed cum and to be fucked into a mess. Beg.”
“P-Please,” she stuttered. “Oh God, please, please, please make it better.”
“Please what?” I asked her, my fingers wrapping around her throat reminding her of who was who in our little game. “Call me by my name… Address me like you should.”
“Thorn,” she gasped. “Please Thorn, please.”
“Thorn?” I asked her. “Are we forgetting something?”
I could see the struggle going on inside her. The moment before she broke down and let me have her completely.
“Say it,” I urged her again. “Fucking say it, you know it’s true.”
“M… Master,” she whispered, and the second she did, a low, trembling exhale left her lips and I plunged my cock inside her, wetting myself with her juices, claiming what had been mine all along and reminding her exactly who she belonged to.
She cried out when I did it, but it was too late for me. Too late to worry about hurting her or it being too soon. Her legs spread for me, wrapping around my waist and crossing at the ankles, holding me tightly. I started fucking, thrusting, taking what was mine. With every damn thrust I wanted to let her know one thing and one thing only. So, I told it to her, over and over again while my cock fed on her juicy little cunt.