Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
She doesn’t answer me, and I don’t expect her to. This is more of a punishment than making love. I want her to learn she belongs to me in every way, and if I have to rub my cum into her skin at every opportunity to accomplish that, then so be it.
I reach down and nudge her thighs wider, testing the entrance of her pussy for the slickness I already know is there. She’s molten fire against my hand, and so wet she’s practically dripping. “That’s it, Princess. You’re going to take me so well right now. I can feel it.”
I line my cock up with her entrance and slowly, so very slowly, ease inside her body. She wiggles and tenses as I progress, soft heady moans escaping every so often.
When my front is flush with her hips, I rearrange her legs but end up grabbing her hips, lifting her slightly so she dances barely on her tiptoes. The angle feels perfect, and I revel in the push and pull as I slide from her body, almost completely out of her tight little cunt, and then back in.
She curses and mumbles against the gag, but I ignore her mouth, too focused on the way she squeezes me with each stroke. How she presses back into me each time I try to retreat. She wants me so much more than she can admit to herself. Something in me is determined to make her see it.
I drop her feet flat to the floor and squat enough to get the angle back the way I want it. Then I snake my hand to her front and brush my thumb over her clit. Her body tenses like she got struck by lightning, and I feel it around my cock too. “Yes,” I encourage her. “You want it so bad, baby. I’m going to make you come before I take mine.”
I increase my pace, adding another finger, rubbing her harder. She pushes back against me still, as if she’s trying to fuck me from the front, but I keep things controlled, too slow for her wants, but fast enough that she’s panting for more.
“This is how I always want you, Princess. Bound, gagged, spread open for me and me alone. I want to feast on you every way possible, and when you think you can’t possibly take anymore, I’ll fuck that sweet little asshole too. I’ll make every inch of you mine. You won’t even realize it’s done until it’s too late.”
She moans, and I fuck into her harder, enjoying the sounds of our bodies slapping together in a carnal rhythm as old as time itself. Humans may have added shame to sex, but there’s nothing shameful about this. Nothing unworthy about the trust she’s given me, even as she professes loathing for every part of me.
My orgasm builds white hot in seconds, but I refuse to allow myself release until I feel her milk it out of me. “Come for me, baby. Take it all.”
She explodes with a gasp, followed by a moan, and her body relaxes on the mattress as she rides the sensation out. I keep hold of her hip, move my hand from her clit, and grasp her other side.
It’s my turn.
I pound into her at a brutal pace, slamming us together. Then, right as I’m about to blow my load, I slide as deep as possible and insert my thumb into her tight little ring of muscles spread open for my gaze right now.
Her entire body goes taut like a bowstring, and she comes again, milking my end so beautifully, I see stars. I pull out, even as everything in my brain is screaming at me not to, and pump my cum onto her muscular back. It streaks across her skin in bursts until I’m done and wipe the head of my cock on her ass cheek.
My knees wobble in the aftermath, and I have to take a few steadying breaths before I can free myself. I reach up and untie the gag. Now free, she crawls up on the bed.
“Stop,” I order, and head into the bathroom for a towel.
I wash her skin gently, even between her legs, and let her roll over on her back. She stares up at me, something soft in her eyes. “I hate you,” she whispers.
I stare down at her. No doubt my mask has slipped away without me even realizing it. She’s looking at the core of me. “I hate you too,” and I mean the exact opposite.
26
SELENA
In the still, dark hours of early morning, I peel myself out of bed. The sheets are cold. Michail is gone, and I rub my chest where the realization hurts. It doesn’t matter. He hates me as much as I wish I hated him. I’ll keep shoving him away for his own good.