Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes and slowly pulled the straps off my shoulder. My breasts held the fabric up, and I hooked my fingers to peel it down.
“Stop,” he said harshly. “Open your eyes, Daisy.”
Practically in tears, I opened my eyes. He gazed at me for a minute before shaking his head. “How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not going to do anything that you don't like? You look terrified. Why?”
“I am terrified,” I whispered honestly.
“I just want to teach you, Daisy. I want you to know what it's like to feel such intense pleasure. To have a man caress and kiss you. To lick you. To feel a man's fingers inside you, stroking you. To be stretched and filled. To feel that pleasure mounting inside you until you fall apart.”
“What about the other parts of sex?” I asked nervously. “The parts that hurt.”
“If done right, pain can be pleasure. Control. Tying you up so that you're at my mercy. Marking you with my teeth. Fucking you until you're begging for a second to breathe. Leaving red marks on that delicious ass. Spanking your pussy until you're screaming for me to be inside you.”
Despite my misgivings, I felt myself growing wet at his words. His eyes darkened just a little bit. His voice dropped an octave, and I couldn't stop myself from imagining it.
“I don't know how to… pleasure you in return,” I admitted. “What if I hurt you?”
Throwing his head back, he laughed robustly. “Trust me, darling. You're not going to hurt me. In this relationship, I have the upper hand in everything.”
“What about…oral. Don't you want that from me? I've never done that. I could learn if you want.”
“You are just so sweet,” he chuckled. “I'll make sure you know how to pleasure a man before it's all said and done. Do you have any other questions?”
I had a million, but couldn't bring herself to voice them.. Instead I took a deep breath and peeled the dress down my chest and over my hips. It pooled to the table, and I stepped out it. The dress had cups built in, leaving my breasts completely exposed. As specified in the letter, I wore the black pair of panties underneath, now the only thing I wore.
No man had ever seen me this naked. I immediately wrapped my arms around my stomach, trying to find some sort of comfort under Mr. Langston’s searching gaze.
“Don't hide yourself,” he demanded. “I want to see you. All of you.”
Dropping my arms, I watched as he raked his eyes up and down my nearly naked body. “You are perfect,” he said hoarsely. “Has Ralph ever seen you like this?”
“What?”
“Your damn boyfriend,” he demanded. “Has he ever seen you naked?”
“No. No one has. At least, not…since growing up.”
“Good. That's very good.” Sitting his glass of wine down, he stood. “Turn around, Daisy. Face the wall.”
I felt like my body wasn't even my own as I did as he asked. Vulnerability shot through me even more as I turned my back on him.
“Widen your legs, Daisy,” he commanded and I did. “Good. Now bend over at the waist, keep your legs straight, and slowly peel those panties down. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours.”
Tremors ran through my hands as I slowly pulled the underwear—my last defense—down. The cool air kissed my naked pussy, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“You're already wet,” he whispered. He was so close that his breath brushed against the skin of my ass, and I whimpered. I wanted desperately to bolt off the table and cover myself, and, at the same time, I also wanted to lean back until I could feel those lips on me.
I'd never been so torn in my life.
Or so turned on.
“I'm going to touch you, Daisy,” he muttered. “I need to taste you.”
It was just a single swipe of his finger across my slit, but I cried out in a mix of fear and desire and whirled around. His eyes narrowed as he slowly stuck his finger in his mouth and tasted me. “Sit down,” he said gruffly. “And spread those legs.”
“Wh-what are you going to do?”
“Don't question me, Daisy, or I'll teach you right now what it feels like to get your pussy spanked,” he growled.
Immediately, I planted my ass on the table and spread my legs, everything in me screaming to hide myself down there. I’d never felt so exposed in all my life, but the idea of him spanking my pussy had me listening obediently.
“Do you masturbate, Daisy? When you're all alone in your bed? Do you touch yourself and wonder what it would be like to have a man's mouth suckling at you until you scream?”
Mutely, I shook my head. He arched an eyebrow. “Never?”
“I read some books,” I admitted shyly, licking my lips. “And I tried, but it just felt a little uncomfortable.”