Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Do you think it wise?” He circles me like a shark in bloody waters, slowly removing his leather belt from his jeans. “To walk across campus with your tits chafing against that white blouse for any pre-pubescent motherfucker to see?”
“It wasn’t for them.” I crane my neck to look up at him. “Nobody saw.”
“Those tits are mine, Stella,” he growls as he lowers himself onto his knees in front of me. “They are for my eyes only. Understand?”
“I understand,” I whisper as he loops his belt around my neck and pulls the end taut in his hand. I really am at his mercy now, and he wants me to know it.
“Bend over,” he growls. “Onto your forearms. Keep your ass in the air.”
I do as he requests, staring at a spot on the wall while I hold my breath. What’s he going to do with me now? His palm slides over the curve of my ass, stroking me and warming the skin beneath his solid fingers. And then, without warning, he slaps my ass so hard my entire body lurches forward as I cry out in shock.
“You can scream if you want to,” he tells me. “Nobody will hear you.”
Before I can process the weight of his statement, he slaps my ass again. It shouldn’t please me, but it does. I know this is a test. He’s trying to scare me. He wants me to run. But Sebastian doesn’t understand how resilient I am. A secret smile curves my lips as he smacks me again and again, leaving red handprints all over the flesh of my ass and against the back of my thighs. He’s nearly breathless when he finally stops, and I’m soaked.
“Fucking Christ,” he murmurs as he dips two fingers inside me from behind. “You are a little deviant, aren’t you?”
I don’t answer because he slaps my clit next and then starts to finger fuck me. It’s all I can do to stay upright on my hands and knees, and in this position, so exposed, it feels insanely good. It’s rougher than he’s ever been, and holy fuck, I feel like I’m going to explode. I don’t even know what’s happening, but when he pulls the belt tight around my throat, I welcome the uncertainty and pain. And then Sebastian surprises me yet again when he leans down and bites my ass so hard, I will undoubtedly be marked for days.
My scream gets swallowed back down my throat as the belt cinches tighter and tighter, and his fingers fuck me harder and harder. And then, against all control, it’s happening. My orgasm rips through my entire body and splashes against his fingers as I collapse on the floor. Blood rushes between my ears like a freight train, and I’m fairly certain I can’t hear or see anything. It takes me several long, deep breaths to pull myself back together, and that’s when I realize he let go of the belt at some point. Now he’s leaning back on his knees, wearing a satisfied smirk on his lips as he points at the hardwood beneath me.
“You made a mess on my floor.”
“Holy shit.” My cheeks flame when I notice the puddle there. Is that from me? It isn’t just his floor. His arm is wet too. And his shirt.
“You squirted all over me,” he answers darkly. “Now it’s my turn.”
I don’t know what that means, but I watch him as he stalks across the room and takes a seat in his oversized chair.
“Crawl to me,” he orders.
Pivoting up onto my hands and knees, I crawl to him, stopping only when my knees bump against his bare feet. He grabs the bulge in his jeans and stares down at me.
“What will you do for this?” he asks.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “Whatever you tell me to.”
For a moment, there’s a hint of softness in his features as he reaches down to stroke my face beneath his palm.
“To what length will you debase yourself to prove your loyalty to me?”
“To whatever length it takes to make you understand that I’m not going anywhere.”
“Why?” he asks. “Why would you want this?”
“Because you make me better too,” I whisper.
“Unzip my jeans,” he rasps, refusing to acknowledge that he ever uttered those words last night.
I lean between his parted thighs and gently stroke the bulge along the seam of his jeans before I unzip them and tug down his briefs. Mr. Carter’s cock is a thing of beauty, if ever I saw one. Right now, I want to worship him, but I know better. Waiting for my next instruction, I continue to trace the bulbous head beneath my fingers, taking immense satisfaction in the way his eyes grow heavier with my execution.
“Come up here,” he demands.
I rise on trembling legs and force my thighs apart as I straddle him. I’m still a mess for him, and Sebastian feels it when I rub against his cock. I reach out and try to touch him, but he grabs my hands and forces them behind my back.