Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
I reach out and remove the tape from her face, knowing she won’t be able to hold a conversation. Her lips part, and her heavy breathing fills the room.
Her eyes start to roll back into her head, and I watch her hold her breath as another one hits. “Breathe, Charlotte,” I order, slapping her inner thigh when she holds it longer than I like, and she lets out a breath and coughs.
“Don’t pass out on me, doll face. If you do, I’ll wait until you’re awake and start from the beginning.”
She just stares up at me through hooded eyes unable to form any words. “One more. Can you do that for me?” I reach between her spread legs and pull the vibrator free from her cunt. It’s covered in her cum. I toss it to the floor and undo the rope from the ankle cuffs, leaving them on. I spread her legs and kneel between them. I lick my lips, ready to devour her cunt. I’ve been dreaming of getting to taste her. Sliding my arms under her shaking hips, I lift her ass off the bed a little. My hands grab her ribs, and I hold her in place while my mouth goes to her pussy.
It vibrates against my mouth from the fucking butt plug still in her ass. Slowly, I lick her pussy, moaning. She tastes like a glazed donut—warm and sweet.
She arches her back, her body continuing to fight my hold due to the forced orgasms. I move my lips to gently kiss her inner thigh. Her skin is so soft. “After you come on my face, doll face, I’ll fuck you. And then you can go to bed,” I tell her.
More mumbled nonsense comes from her parted lips, and I smile. Moving back to her cum-covered cunt, I devour her like she’s a feast laid out for a starving man.
Her hips buck and her body convulses when I sit up between her trembling legs, licking her off my lips. I shove her legs open before sliding my painfully hard dick into her pussy, and I don’t waste a second before I fuck her.
Leaning over her, I wrap a hand around her slender throat, pinning her to the mattress while I fuck her into my bed. Heavy eyes stare at mine while her pulse races and her chest heaves. “Can you give me one more, doll face?”
She blinks, and her lips move, but nothing comes out.
I smile. “Poor thing. You’re too fucked to even speak.” Pulling out, I slam forward, and a strangled moan escapes her lips. “Just one more, Charlotte, and then I’ll let you go to sleep?”
Her lashes fall closed, and I let go of her neck to lightly slap the side of her face, forcing them open.
“Eyes on me,” I order and pull out of her cunt, making her whimper. I shove two fingers into her, and she arches her back when I enter a third. “What are you going to give me, doll face?” I remove them and slap her pussy, making her body jerk involuntarily. Then I do it again, loving the way her arms pull on the restraints and her legs shake while wrapped around my hips. Tears spill from her heavy eyes, and I ask, “Come on, doll face. I know you have it in you. One more, okay?”
She nods, sniffling, and I smile, sliding my pierced cock back into her. “That’s my girl.”
My hand goes back to her arched neck, and I fuck her cunt while the vibrating butt plug continues to fuck her ass until I’m coming inside her. I give her exactly what she needs—a reminder that she belongs to me.
FORTY-THREE
CHARLOTTE
Iwake up and moan into the pillow. My body is so sore. Every muscle aches. “Fuck,” I groan and sit up. Pushing my wild hair from my face, I look around his bedroom to find I’m alone. No surprise there.
I’m sore in places that I didn’t even know existed. I have his handprints on my thighs and my hips where he held me down as if I went through an exorcism and he was trying to suck the demon out of me.
After using the bathroom, I walk through his closet. There’s not a lot here, which tells me what I already knew—this isn’t where he usually stays. The question is, why is he still hiding out here? Why hasn’t he gone back to Carnage yet? Why hasn’t he gone home?
I pull on a T-shirt of his and exit the primary suite, deciding not to wear anything of my own. The house is eerily quiet, which makes me nervous.
Padding my way to the kitchen, I look over the kitchen island and out into the open living room. The curtains are open, showing off the woods. It’s a sunny day. The clock on the stove says it’s almost noon. I’m not sure what time he was done with me or what time he finally allowed me to pass out, but I slept like a baby.