Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
His tongue delves under the hood of my clit for an excruciatingly brief, delicious second, then vanishes.
“Fuck!” I howl. A sharp slap to my thigh is his response. As it always does, the sting magnifies the pleasure when he twirls the entrance to my pussy with a single fingertip.
“Not nearly wet enough,” he says, “but luckily, I have just the thing. Keep your eyes closed, pet, or I’ll make you wish you had. I could just leave you tied up here like this all night.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” I say with a little more conviction than I feel. I freaking hope he wouldn’t do that. I don’t think I’d survive it. I squeeze my eyes more tightly shut.
“Have you ever known me not to follow through on a threat?”
“Not yet,” I concede. Then again, I haven’t known him that long.
“Then I would suggest you don’t test me.” There’s a pause before something hard and smooth presses against my straining clit. “There,” he says, as if talking to himself, “that should be the right place. Now to make sure it stays on.” The pressure increases, followed by firm strokes along the insides of my thighs and up over my mons.
“Master, what are you—”
“Hush, sweetheart. This is an old trick used by kings of days gone by to help keep their courtesans… interested in their advances.”
“I’m not a courtesan! And I am interested in your advances. I don’t need any—”
The sudden vibrations against my entire pussy cut off my ability to speak. To think. To breathe. I go rigid as the buzzing gets stronger… stronger… then it stops. I open my mouth to howl with frustration—and it starts again. Gentle… more… more… again, it cuts off just as I’m about to go over the edge.
“Jesus, fuck, please!” I whimper, twisting my hips in a futile attempt to change the setting, make the thing fall off me, anything to stop the torment.
Krav’s finger once again finds my entrance, sliding in just the tiniest bit. My pussy walls flutter with unfulfilled longing. “Hm,” he says in the most infuriatingly casual tone, “it seems to be working. I think a little more time with this will get you wet enough for me.”
“I am wet enough!” I manage when the vibrator cuts out for what feels like the millionth time already. It starts again and I bite my lip. “Please. I can’t take any more of this. I need to—”
“You need to do nothing but lie here and take it,” he growls, his voice suddenly directly in my ear. His tail brushes my leg and goosebumps shiver across my skin. “Lie here like a good little pet, like my good little pet, and let the pleasure wash over you, building and building… until I come back to relieve it. I own you. I own your pleasure. And I own your release.”
“But Master—”
“One more word of complaint, and I will make good on my threat to leave you here like this all night. Is that what you want?”
I shake my head.
“Open your eyes.”
I blink to see his dark, hungry gaze just inches away.
“You can take this for me, sweetheart. And you will. It won’t be for long—although it might feel like it. And when I return, I will make you come so hard, you’ll pass out.”
My lower belly clenches. My butt squeezes around the rigid plug, sending sensation pulsing through me, adding a darker layer to my arousal.
“Besides,” his lips curve into a predatory smile, “it’s not like you aren’t enjoying it, even if you won’t admit it. I know your every expression. And while your mouth likes to protest, your eyes tell the truth. A deep, hungry part of you is loving every moment of this delicious torture. Isn’t that right?”
The vibrations crescendo, halt, and resume building once again before I’m able to speak. “Yes, Master.” It’s annoying how he’s always right about this. That he knows me better sexually than I know myself.
Annoying—and so, so good.
“Good girl. I have to step out for a moment but I’ll be within hearing distance, and I won’t be long.”
I open my mouth to argue but he places a finger against my lips, then leans down and licks around it. Lust spirals through me. I’m drunk on it.
“No arguing, remember? I promise I won’t be long. Just relax into it. You might be able to come. If you can, you have my permission.”
Biting my lip so I don’t cuss him out, I watch him leave, praying to all that is holy that he’ll be true to his word and come right back.
The rumbling hum against my clit peaks again, and I feel myself gush a little.
There’s no way I can get over the edge like this, not with the constant stops and starts, so I distract myself by letting my mind wander.