Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
"Ah, baby. You know what I want more than any gift? For you to get your other two gifts out of the bag."
Her eyebrows go up, and she turns in a flurry of hair and skirts, going back to the bag and pulling out her last two gifts, which, in reality, are as much presents for me as they are for her.
The handcuffs shine in her hands, bracelets of a different sort, and the soft red blindfold hangs from her manicured fingers. Her eyes jump up to mine, blue as the sky and round as plates.
"Oh, this is...new." She licks her lips, clearly interested but just the littlest bit unsure.
"It sure is, baby. Now—" I push myself away from the counter and cross my arms, looking down at the love of my life with all the commanding energy I have. "Go back to the dining room table. Put on the blindfold and wait for me with your hands behind your back."
She blinks a few times, and I can only imagine what's going on in her head. But then, she squeals with excitement, bounding over to stand on her tiptoes and kiss me soundly. I can't help but laugh and kiss her back, even if she isn't listening to what I told her. Her reaction is cute enough for me to allow the breaking of rules, just this once.
"This is going to be fun." She almost vibrates with anticipation.
"It sure is. Now, go or I'm going to have to spank that perfect little ass for not listening. Go!"
I give her a playful little swat and she squeals again, the sound dissolving into giggles as she rushes over to the cleared-off table just like I told her to. My sweet girl. She has no idea what she's in for now.
8
BAILEY
I'm basically shivering as I lean up against the marble table, slipping the blindfold over my eyes and putting my hands behind my back just like Porter told me to. I hear him coming from behind the counter, and my pulse quickens at the sound of his boots on the floor, knowing that in seconds, he's going to have me cuffed and at his mercy.
I love being at his mercy.
His hand closes over my wrists, and Porter bends down, his hot breath hitting the side of my neck and making me shudder. He kisses me softly, and the handcuffs click into place. His footsteps fade away, and I bite my lip, wondering what's going to happen next.
I hear him moving through the kitchen, opening and closing the fridge. Is he getting a drink? The thought of him leaving me here blindfolded and cuffed against the table sends a ripple of unease through my body. What if someone walked in? Porter has a keypad on the garage entrance, but what if someone got in some other way and found me like this?
Suddenly, Porter's big, warm hand is on my throat, squeezing lightly, and I let out a gasp, jumping slightly.
"Don't think like that," he murmurs in my ear. "I'll always take care of you."
"How'd you know?"
Porter laughs and his lips brush against mine. "Baby, you looked nervous as soon as the cuffs went on. It was written all over your face."
He knows me so well.
Porter's hand tightens around my throat, and his teeth graze the edge of my jaw. I whimper, my legs parting. I know he can feel the heat between my thighs.
"Your little pussy is already wet for me, isn't it, Bailey?"
"Y-yes."
"So sweet." His tongue licks down my neck, and I writhe against him. "You know I love when you're soaked for me, don't you? But I had something else in mind for tonight."
I freeze, my mind going in a million directions as I try to figure out what he means. We've done so much already! "W-what did you have in mind?"
His big, warm hands move under my dress, and he cups my asscheeks in his palms, squeezing and kneading them before pulling my panties down to my knees. My mouth falls open as his hands return to my bare cheeks, kneading again and spreading them just enough to drag an exploratory finger over my hole. "This sweet ass is what I had in mind, Bailey."
"I've never..."
His chuckle is low and dirty, and his fingertip presses against me just the slightest bit. I gasp, wiggling on the table. "That's the point, baby. Have you ever touched yourself here?"
"Nooo..."
"But it does feel good, doesn't it?"
"Y-yes. Yes, it does."
"Mmm. So innocent. Well, Bailey, we're going to find out exactly what feels good for you tonight and exactly how it feels when I slide my cock deep inside your ass. You can still tell me to stop, and I will."
"No, don’t! But…but I'm scared."
He chuckles again and his hands travel up my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples through my dress. "I know, baby. But you know I'll never hurt you and never make you do something you don't want to do. I'm just going to show you a whole new way to get pleasure, Bailey. All you have to do is trust me."