Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Why do you enjoy that?” I ask. “The poker nights,” I clarify as I swallow thickly. I know why I enjoy it and what I think of it all. The others are like toys. They could very easily be vibrators bringing her to the edge, but it’s not quite the same for her. I know because we’ve tried.
“Coming over and over again?” she asks, and I nod. She shivers, her body trembling as she nears another orgasm that’s been long denied. “It’s a helpless feeling, being tied down and used . . . but it’s exhilarating knowing it’s not going to stop, and a heady feeling knowing . . .”
“Knowing what?”
“Knowing that I’m yours and you can do whatever you want to me, allow others to fuck me over and over until I’m nothing but a rag doll . . . and you’ll still take me to bed, fuck me, and call me yours.”
“Because you are mine.” My tone is low, even warning. I bend down as I speak, kneeling in front of her with one hand on her throat and the other slipping the thin lace out of my way.
She blushes violently. “I know I am, Sir,” she answers with a simper begging to show on her lips.
This woman knows exactly how to touch me, and I’m already rock hard as she looks at me, the silver collar gleaming around her neck. My collar.
My Kiersten.
“Why do you like it?” she asks me.
“I don’t know,” I tell her, inserting a finger into her wet folds. “But the sight of you, from all angles . . . I’ve never seen anything so addictive in my life. You’re right, they want you, but you’re taking from them. You get off, you get sensitized, and I enjoy every moan and every expression on your face knowing damn well that by the end of the night, you’ll be coming on my dick over and over, unable to stop yourself.”
I withdraw my finger, freeing myself and sliding my cock into her and making her gasp. “Sir.” Her head falls back. Her arms are still bound, and I help her by moving her legs how I want them, wrapped around me.
“But like a vibrator, they can make you come,” I grunt, and she nods. “And I love the look on your satisfied face after coming so much.” I thrust again, groaning as she quivers around me and her lips part. She loves sex. But she loves what I do to her more.
I thrust again and bury myself deep inside her, deeper than before, and her lips part into a perfect ‘O’. I pretend not to notice.
“Don’t get me wrong, your cunt is perfect and tight when I have you first. But after you’ve been used and every inch of you is sensitive and on edge . . . I can do anything to you and you give me the sweetest moans.”
She mewls, her kitten mewl that I yearn for when we’re not together, as I thrust again. “Only you, Sir.”
I run a thumb along her bottom lip, and she sucks me into her mouth, sucking tenderly with her teeth scraping against the pad of my thumb. “Right now, though, I just want you.”
“You have me, Sir,” she says softly, shivering as a mini-orgasm sweeps through her. “However you want.” Her perky breasts flush, and her nipples pebble as I pinch them and knead her skin. She’s my toy, my pet, my submissive . . . she’s mine.
KIERSTEN
Present
Absently stretching my arms over my head as the dream drifts away, I roll over to a familiar sensation, one that I had fervently hoped I wouldn’t feel when Gabriel joined me in bed last night. The chill of the pillow next to me and the silence in the room give it away and jolt me awake.
I’m alone.
Bringing the comforter to my chest, I sit up and listen, but I already know he’s not here. Gabriel left. Sadness pricks at the back of my throat as I try to swallow down my disappointment. But, I note as I look at my clock and check the time, I’m not being ignored. In fact, there’s a Post-It stuck right next to the clock, and my lips curl on the edges in the semblance of a smile as I recognize his handwriting.
God, I’ve missed this powerful but narrow, clear script. The bed groans as I lean over, and my hands nearly tremble as I reach out for the note.
You stayed awake all night, didn’t you, my Kiersten? Tsk, tsk. I couldn’t wake you. I’ll be back, and we’ll talk. I’ll tell you everything I can.
I unstick the note, and after I get ready for work, I tuck it in my purse, re-reading it from time to time as a mix of feelings works its way through me.