Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Does that bother you? Riding my dick? Because you will ride it. You’ll ride it long and hard. I will fill your pussy and fuck you into oblivion.”
Without warning, a rope is pulled around my ankles, and a scrap of fabric lands in Lorenzo’s hands. He leans in closer than before, and I open my mouth for him to put it in. His hands wrap the fabric around my head as he secures the gag.
Then the asshole behind me tightens it even more, and my vision starts to go blurry just as my eyes land on a very pleased face. Lorenzo may have gotten what he wanted, but I earned my father’s freedom.
3
Amara
I’m surprised when they put me in the back seat, laying me down across the bench instead of throwing me in the trunk. I’m even more surprised when Lorenzo opens the door on the other side and gets in. He lifts up my head and sits down, lowering my head on his lap. I’m on my side, facing him. So I’m looking at his stomach.
Painfully aware of how close I am to the cock he expects me to ride soon, I close my eyes to avoid looking at him. I try to scoot away from him as much as I can being tied up and all, but that only makes him pull me closer.
One of his goons gets into the front seat and starts the car. I keep my eyes closed and pretend to be someone else, going somewhere fun. That is until I feel fingers brushing over my forehead.
My eyes fly open, and I look up at Lorenzo, who is looking back at me with hungry eyes. It dawns on me why he had me tied and gagged even though I said I was going to come without a fight. It turns him on. He likes me like this.
As if I needed to be any more helpless than I already am.
His fingers dance over my face, his thumb swipes over my bottom lip before he trails his fingers down my neck. His touch is gentle, almost soothing, and I have to remind myself of what kind of things these hands have done.
He doesn’t stop at my neck, his fingers move over my collarbone, then down my chest. My shirt is already ripped open, exposing part of my bra. Lorenzo must feel like it’s not enough because he rips the shirt further.
For a moment, he simply enjoys the view. When he gets tired of that, he cups each of my breasts through my bra, massaging them and rolling my nipples between his fingers.
“I can’t wait to suck on these,” the bastard murmurs. “I’m sure you’re gonna love it.” He continues fondling me for a few minutes, the bulge next to my face growing until I can feel the tip of his erection on my cheek.
I pull my face back, but he cups the back of my head and pulls me closer. With a groan, he rubs my cheek against his cock through the material of his pants while kneading my breast with his other hand.
My body feels funny. Confused. Hot and cold at the same time. His touch is warm and comforting, igniting something deep inside of me, but everything else is wrong. He is wrong, this place is wrong, me being tied up is so very, very wrong.
I try my very best to numb myself. I don’t want to have any of these feelings, especially not with him–a man who hurt my father and took me as payment.
After he is through with my tits, his hand brushes over my stomach. A shiver runs through my body when he gets to a spot right over the band of my jeans.
With his jaw relaxed, and his lips tucked up into a smile, he looks amused by the way I react to him. His smile only widens when his hand reaches between my legs, cupping my most private part.
“I wonder just how innocent you are, my sweet Amara. I’ll guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
The car suddenly slows down. I glance out of the window but can’t see anything besides trees. Only when we move again, do I see the edge of an iron gate.
Lorenzo unties the fabric holding the gag in place, then pulls it off completely. A thank you is sitting on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it and the saliva and fuzz from the fabric left in my mouth. I will not thank him for taking out a gag that he put there.
A few moments later, the car stops again, and the engine is shut off. I guess we’ve made it.
“Come untie her ankles. I don’t feel like carrying her inside,” Lorenzo orders his man up front while he starts to undo the rope around my wrists.