Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
“Your brother asked me to come keep an eye on you,” I said as I ate some popcorn. “Move over, this is the good part. Watch how she responds to him.”
“Put a new movie on,” Ivy grumped as she moved just enough for me to squeeze in on the large couch. “I’m not one of those pervs that enjoy this kind of thing. I just happened to turn on the TV and this was playing. It’s not my fault. I would never pick something so… so dirty. I mean look at what they’re doing to each other! Yuck.”
“That’s because you’ve never done this kind of thing,” I nodded to the screen before I placed my dark sock-clad foot on the table. “If you had, you’d find this a lot more entertaining. Instead you’re like a person who has never eaten cake, watching a show about cakes. You have no idea what you’re missing.”
The chin tilt of her inner brat appeared before she said, “I know plenty. I had a boyfriend over the summer.”
“Right,” I said snidely, “the one you met at camp.”
“We kissed,” she said, making me irrationally jealous.
“Yipeee.” I set my popcorn down on the table, then stole another handful before I said, “Bet he had no idea what to do with his tongue.”
“And, and we made out,” she said with a triumphant smirk, crossing her arms beneath her braless breasts.
I would clamp those before the night was over.
Maybe a little rope.
Nothing too harsh, Ivy wasn’t into heavy stuff, but enough to add a little pinch.
When I didn’t respond, she sat up straighter then flinched back a little as I leaned over to turn on the light next to the couch.
I’d been without her for too long, I needed to see her as night began to fall.
When I drew back and settled into my seat, Ivy was giving me a longing-filled look.
My girl had missed her Master.
Then those pretty eyes of hers narrowed slightly and I braced myself for whatever nonsense was about to come out of her pretty mouth.
Tossing her head back, she said, “He touched my breast.”
“But did he make you come,” I countered, grabbing my popcorn and resuming my eating.
Really into her role playing, my lovely Ivy sputtered. “You-you can’t ask me that.”
“Sure can, just did.” I licked some salt off my fingers. “Did he suck your soft, wet pussy and make you come all over his lips. Soak his chin, make him insane to fuck you?”
She went to hit me, but I caught her hand and easily held it in place.
Sometimes my girl liked it rough, so I gauged her reaction as I jerked her arm up and held it in place. “You hit me, and I’ll hit you back.”
The bow of her upper lip twitched, but she lowered her arm. “You’re disgusting.”
“Well, I guess that answers that question. No woman whose had the pleasure of coming from being licked and sucked would call me disgusting. They’d be wondering if I knew how to make them come. They’d want to know if I was the kind of guy to go down on a girl and make her shout his name. A man who enjoys going down on a woman.” I leaned forward a little bit, invading her personal space. “Ivy, do you even know what it feels like to have a man who knows what he’s doing work your body?”
I held her tight, trapping her against me with my legs and arms. She gave a little struggle, but it was mostly wiggling her butt against my erection. I gave her neck a sharp bite and she gasped in alarm.
“What are you doing, Caleb! Let me go. This isn’t funny. And you know I haven’t.”
I gave her neck a long lick, making her arch with a moan. “That’s right, you haven’t. Do you want to?”
She froze, her entire body vibrating with tension. Ivy loved being tempted to be bad. In real life she’d never given in, but here-in the safety of our role play, she could. I loved being the ultimate temptation for her. Heady stuff for a Dom like myself.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I coaxed as I ran my lips over her ear, barely grazing the skin, smiling as she involuntarily shivered. “Come on, Ivy. You’ll still be a virgin afterwards. I promise.”
“How,” her voice caught when I tightened my grip on her arms, restraining her, “how can you make me orgasm without sex?”
I smiled against her hair, my gaze on the sturdy coffee table that held a few surprises. “I have my ways. I could explain it, but you would be better off experiencing it.”
Suddenly she struggled, almost getting free before I had her restrained again. “Let me go, I’m not a slut.”
“No one said you are,” I soothed her, easing my grip on her arms so I could stroke her soft skin. “I’m offering to make you feel really good, no strings attached. No one will ever know. Your brother and parents are at a wrestling tournament four hours away. They won’t be back for a long time.”