Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I hate that my stomach drops. He’s not going to fuck me. It’s about him.
He smirks, noticing the look on my face. He yanks me to stand, spins me around, and grabs my chin. Shoving my back into a wall, he smashes my tied arms in the process. His body presses into mine as he speaks. “This should be a given, but I’m going to tell you anyway. You do not touch yourself in any way. Do you understand?’
He can’t expect me not to give my body what it wants. He never had a problem with watching me get myself off before. “Saint—”
“It’s a yes or no answer, Ash.” He interrupts me before I even get the chance to beg him.
“Yes,” I whisper, licking my swollen lips and tasting his dried cum. It makes me gag, and he chuckles.
“If I find out you’ve done so, you’ll be punished, sweetheart.”
This is a trick. He knows I love punishments. “How?” I can’t help but ask.
He smirks. “You will be placed in restraints at all times when out of my sight.”
My throbbing clit reminds me that we like being tied up. Case in point: my pussy is as soaked as my drool-covered face.
His face grows serious, smirk fading away as his eyes harden on mine. “If you make me punish you, Ashtyn, I will make sure you don’t enjoy it.”
My breath hitches, and he reaches up to cup my face in his hands. He tilts my head back; the movement pulls the rope tied to my collar, and I know he does it on purpose when a moan escapes my lips after it pulls on my pussy. Lowering his lips to mine, he kisses me. I open up, needing to feel some kind of physical touch from him. It’s been years since I’ve felt them. He always had power over me that made me a stupid bitch. This time will be no different. Like a tsunami hitting a city, it knocks me down and washes me away with nothing left.
I moan, leaning into him, wishing I could touch him. Feel him and pull him into me. His lips are soft, his kiss tender, whereas my lips are desperate. My tongue enters his mouth, and I lean forward, opening up more and wanting him to devour me.
But he lowers his hands from my face to my chin and holds my head into the wall while he pulls away. My heavy eyes open to see him glaring at me. He’s panting, and I’m still trying to catch my breath. His eyes look over my face, and I hope I made him proud today. I’m going to change, do better for him. Be the woman he deserves. He wants to make me his little slut, so I’ll be the most devoted, dick-crazed whore he’s ever seen.
I lick my lips, silently begging him to kiss me again, but instead, he pulls me from the wall and steps behind me and begins to untie the knot that’s wrapped around the ring to my collar. I feel his eyes on mine as I look up and meet his stare as he grabs the rope where it’s tied at my wrists behind my back, and he slowly pulls on it.
My thighs tighten on their own, feeling the rope slide along my pussy. A moan escapes my cracked lips as the rope burns the sensitive skin between my legs. I feel frustrated when it pops free, and he finishes untying me. My arms fall to my sides like dead weights once they’re free, and my eyes drop to the counter as I feel them tingle. I suddenly feel lost and cold. A shiver runs through my body.
The piece of rope is removed from around my upper arms and chest before he drops it onto the bathroom counter. Then he unclasps my collar. I’ve never felt so naked in all my life. His cum on my face, my body shaking, and my knees buckling while my pussy throbs with need.
He doesn’t say anything, just turns and exits the bathroom. When I hear the sound of the bedroom door shutting, I fall to my already sore knees in the middle of the bathroom and cry it out.
FORTY-FOUR
ASHTYN
Saint and Kashton may have dragged me back here, but that doesn’t mean I’ll spend my life locked in my room. I’ll go crazy. Literally. Maybe that’s their plan. Let me drive myself nuts. It wouldn’t be hard to do in Carnage. Look at my track record.
I wasn’t even here a month last time, and I shot Saint and escaped.
I’ve been wandering the halls for an hour now. Not really going anywhere specific. I just needed to get out of my room. There’s not even a TV in there, and listening to my own thoughts was giving me a headache. And that damn annoying clock…was driving me mad.