Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
And now I’m here, waiting to find out what Devlin has in store for me next.
Devlin left me in his bed after my orgasm and he promised to return once he finished with the Hawthornes. I had no idea what the truly meant, but I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
The door opened, and he walked inside—there was something different in his eyes—a need that I had come to recognize. Even though I was exhausted, I shifted on the bed—I turned my lips towards him—to use as he saw fit if he craved them.
“Do you want me to make you come, Master?” I looked up at him.
“Yes.” He nodded as he approached, and I licked my lips to wet them in anticipation of what was to be forced between them.
“I don’t want these lips, princess.” He slid his finger across them. “I want something much sweeter.”
Oh god, he’s finally going to fuck me. He’s going to take my virginity.
“Yes, Master.” I nodded, and he shifted his hand to a shoulder, then pushed me back against the mattress.
The whip marks hurt when they rubbed against the fabric, but I was dripping with too much anticipation to care once Devlin started removing his clothes.
He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, letting me see his magnificent upper torso as it was removed. His hand went to his belt and winced as I realized he was wearing something that could be used to punish me in an instant—I could already imagine how agonizing that belt would be if it was used with ill-intent on my body. But he didn’t hurt me—he removed it and tossed it to the floor before he unfastened his pants.
His chinos hit the ground and he kicked them off, along with his shoes. He approached the bed, looking like a deity that had been sculpted from a fantasy—but he was no god. He was the devil himself and he was going to claim his princess.
My body belonged to him the moment I signed the contract, but he had waited to take it—and he wasn’t going to wait any longer to have what was his. He put a knee on the bed and I stared into his eyes—the look said everything—even the things I didn’t know how to put into words.
“You’re mine.” He extended a hand and tangled it in my hair, a second later he was on top of me, crushing my lips beneath his.
It was a kiss that seared our lips together—passion, dominance and fury unleashed as his tongue ravaged my mouth. There was no doubt that he was in control, even if it was my first time. He could make the moment beautiful—or tragic. He could hurt me or treat me with tenderness. All I could do was accept the fate my Master had planned as he pushed a finger against my pussy and began to rub my wetness.
“Tell me you want me.” He pulled back from our kiss and stared into my eyes.
“I want you.” I nodded, the best that I could with his grip on my hair.
“Beg me to fuck you.” His lips were against my neck, and he growled into my ear.
“Please—please fuck me, Master.” I exhaled sharply when his lips made my skin sizzle with desire.
He pulled my hair—hard. My head was forced back, and the entirety of my neck was exposed. He started kissing it while his finger continued to push into my wetness—far enough to stretch my hymen underneath his touch. The last symbol of my innocence—although I didn’t feel very innocent after the things he had already made me do. He pulled his finger away pushed my legs apart, still holding my hair so that all I could see was the paint on the wall behind us.
“Your body belongs to me.” His lips moved down to my breasts. “Mine to take—mine to punish.”
“Yes Master!” I exhaled sharply then I felt his teeth against my nipple—his kiss had turned it into a nub, and that nub was his to destroy if he wanted.
He moved to my other nipple, lightly grazing it with his teeth before lifting. He shifted his weight and let go of my hair. My head rolled forward and watched as he gripped the base of his cock and moved it closer to my pussy—then it was pushing between my pussy lips—stretching the entrance around his incredible girth. There was an immediate pain—a sensation that surged through my body for a moment as the head disappeared.
“You’ve been a good girl, princess—so I will not destroy your pussy when I claim it.” He growled under his breath. “But it is mine—and only mine.”
“Yes Master.” I nodded, the grimaced when he pushed himself deeper.
He shifted his weight again, rising like a demon between my thighs, then he was against my hymen. I winced when he pushed harder—the thin membrane stretched—then it ripped. I felt a sting—but that was only a momentary distraction because the torn flesh was stretched around his girth immediately and the burning sensation made me shake as it echoed within me. I had only felt a slight bit of his length, and already I was beginning to wonder if there was any way he was going to be able to make good on his promise—it felt like he was going to destroy my pussy before he was done.