Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“How many women have you....um, been with?” she asks, dipping her toes in the water of the filling tub.
“I don't know, Kitten, I didn't keep count, but a lot,” I answer honestly with a shrug.
“Were you in love with any of them?”
“No, I think I thought I was with a couple of them when I was younger, but most of the women I have been with are not looking for that type of relationship, and truthfully neither was I.”
“Like prostitutes?” she asks shocked.
“No,” I answer. Shaking my head no, then I continue. “Do you know what BDSM is?” I ask, sliding her off me.
“Vaguely,” she answers, her curiosity evident. Reaching over to the corner of the tub, I flip open the cover of the control panel and turn on the tub jets, then explain.
“Well, most of the women I have been with before moving here were part of that lifestyle. My stepfather owns and runs a club out of his mansion up north. I grew up there in my older teen years. So, I was raised and trained to be a Dom with many different submissive women.” Removing my boxers, I throw them over the stairs to the bathroom floor.
Then picking her up, I tell her, “Put your legs around my waist, Kitten.” She complies and I walk us to the middle of the tub and sit down in the hot swirling bath. The heat of the water and the bath salts hitting her sex stings, making her gasp. She jumps, trying to get out of the water, but I grab her hips, pushing her back down in my lap, hugging her to my chest. “It will stop in a minute, Kitten,” I reassure her. She leans her head against my chest, her face in a grimace. “Ssshhhh,” I soothe her, rubbing her back. Fuck, why do I love taking care of her so much? After a couple minutes she raises her head, her face no longer in a grimace. “Okay now?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers with a shy nod. “What kind of girls do you date now that you live here?” she asks, tracing my chest muscles with her finger.
“I don't date anyone. I fuck club girls mostly, if that is what you’re asking,” I reply honestly.
“And me.” She smiles, looking up at me.
“Yes, and you.” I laugh. “Fuck, your adorable, and if you don't quit tracing my muscles with that pretty little finger, I'm gonna fuck you again right here and I don't have any condoms in the tub, so unless you’re on birth control, please stop,” I groan. She gives me a crooked smile like she has a secret. “Are you on birth control, Kitten?” I wonder aloud. She nods yes slowly. “Why?” I ask curious.
“It's not just used for birth control,” she answers as she watches her finger trace a path through my six-pack.” Crap, I remember while eating breakfast with some of the submissives a few years back at my step-father’s BDSM club, one of the girls was complaining how bad she felt. Said her period was so heavy and she had cramps so bad all she wanted to do was go back to bed and curl up in a ball under the covers and pass out. That was when one of the other girls had suggested she get on birth control pills. At the time I held my hand up and said, “Too much information, girls.” I always wear condoms and am tested every three months, so I know I'm clean, and I'm her first, so she definitely is. “Well, thank God for heavy periods.” A chaste smirk pulls across my face. Raising her head with my hand, I trace her lips with the pad of my thumb. She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair, curling it around her fingers she pulls it hard, sending my dick into orbit. I grab her waist, pulling her up on her knees in my lap. Then grabbing her tit in my mouth, I suck and tease her nipple with my tongue while my fingers twists and roll the nipple of the other. She arches into me wanting more. “Stairs, baby,” I mutter against her tit. She moves to the stairs of the bath, and I spread her legs wide. The sight of her beautiful swollen pink pussy has me dying to taste her again, but does she really want this?
“You sure you’re okay to do this?”
“Just be gentle,” she murmurs. Grabbing the inside of her thighs, I push her legs down, pinning her to the stairs. I plant my mouth right on her clit, sucking and licking her into a sex-fueled frenzy. She tries to thrust her hips, but my grip is too tight. “Please,” she cries.
“What do you need, Kitten?” I taunt.
“Something...I don't know,” she moans. I dip my mouth down, sucking her folds, then twirl my tongue around the entrance of her core. “Please,” she screams, tears filling her eyes.”