Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Their bedroom is down the hall, and I’m happy to see the headboard with its iron bars against the wall. It’s perfect for what I have in mind. I feel like I’m living out a dream right now, which I guess I am. A dream that’s been growing for a long time. Having her like this, totally at my mercy, with no one calling the shots but me. Nobody telling me how to touch her or where, just me following my needs.
Dropping her on the bed, I reach behind me to pull the coiled length of vinyl rope from where I tucked it into the back of my jeans. Her gasp fills the room when she sees it, and right away, she tries to scramble backward. “No! Not like this! Why are you doing this?”
I barely hear her, completely focused on what’s about to happen. She manages to back away a little bit, but all it takes is grabbing one of her ankles and pulling hard to make her slide back toward me over the silky striped duvet. “That’s right, keep fighting,” I urge, my heart pounding in anticipation. This is already so good, and it’s only going to get better.
“Please!” she sobs, but she should save her energy. Nothing’s going to stop me now.
It takes no time to grab a hold of her wrists, binding them together with the rope, making her wince in pain when I cinch it tight. “That hurts! You don’t have to do this! Why are you doing this, Nix?”
“I already told you.” Does she think the answer is going to change? I honestly don’t care. I’m having too much fun. “I need this, I need you, all of you,” I confess, not knowing if she is even listening to me.
She’s still kicking and twisting, though, as I move her closer to the head of the bed. She even tries to fight against me, raising her arms so I can’t tie the rope to the headboard, and all I can do is laugh. “All you’re doing is making this take longer than it has to,” I warn, laughing again.
Deeper fear touches her eyes—she might as well be licking my cock. It’s so enticing and exciting to see. “I don’t want to do this. Please, stop!”
I don’t care. It’s never mattered what she wants, not when it comes to this. Nothing has changed. I’m in control of her when it comes to sex. I need that from her, the monster inside me hungers for it.
Once she’s secured, arms over her head, I take a second to admire what I’ve missed out on for too long. Her soft, plaid pajama pants and thin tank top hint at what I’ve already touched, tasted. Her chest is heaving—after all that fighting, her tits have almost worked their way out. Her nipples stand out hard against the cotton, and the sight of them makes my mouth water.
That’s what I want first, leaning over her and pulling the shirt up to her armpits. Her pert nipples are begging to be licked, so that’s what I do, bending down to drag my tongue around one while squeezing the other tit, rolling the nipple between my fingers while she writhes and squirms.
She tastes so good! I can’t help but rub myself through my jeans, aching, dying for the pleasure of being inside her. So hungry for her body, moving down to her navel and back up again with my tongue, nipping and licking, painting her skin.
“You… You shouldn’t do this!” She bucks and rolls like a wave, harder the further down I go. “What if Colt comes back? He won’t be gone long. You have to stop!”
Who does she think she’s kidding? There’s not as much fight in her voice anymore. Already, she’s weak for me. She knows she wants this as much as I do. She can’t help but give in when I make her feel this good.
“If you don’t stop,” I whisper, lifting my head. “I’m going to have to fill your mouth to shut you up. Is that what you want? Are you hoping I’ll give you my cock?”
She closes her mouth, pressing her lips together, shaking her head. Her nostrils flare with every sharp breath, and those breaths only come quicker when I climb between her legs and work my fingers under the waistband of her pants.
“I’ve missed your pussy,” I confess, pulling the pants down along with her thong in one quick motion that makes her gasp louder than ever. A tiny squeal sounds in her throat when I lift her legs and spread them open wide so I can look down at her pink perfection.
It’s even better than I remembered. Shaved smooth, glistening, her little clit poking out from under her hood. “Maybe I’ll just jerk off, staring at this,” I whisper, staring down at the heaven I’ve missed so much. “I could paint your pussy with my cum, and there’s nothing you could do about it.”