Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I let her suck to her little heart’s content and came on her tongue while finger fucking her with three fingers in her cunt and two in her ass. After that she was a little less hyper and I got to do the shit I needed to do before leaving on our trip.
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Our first day in tinsel town was nothing but chaos. She held onto my arm tightly as we went from place to place exploring. She was in awe of her surroundings, using the new digital camera I’d bought her to snap away.
I’d opened up a bank account for her and given her an allowance which she hardly ever got to use anyway since I liked buying her things myself, so she was going to buy gifts for her family back home with some of the money she made. Which meant she dragged me into every cheesy souvenir shop we passed.
She got her fair share of admirable looks from the opposite sex, which as a man who appreciates his woman’s beauty I understood and accepted.
Some of the more obvious fucks who looked a little too hard or too long got the glared warning that soon had them moving along. My innocent little girl didn’t seem to notice this or she’d blush whenever she caught someone looking and draw closer to me.
Our time there seemed to fly by. She was up every morning before dawn to do her exercise and have breakfast together which is something I insisted on. Then the car took her off to work while I stayed back and worked from the home office.
I missed the playroom, the one I had built here wasn’t as extensive since I hadn’t planned on spending much time here, but it would do in a pinch. It had been days since I’d tied her down and fucked her senseless and I felt that restless feeling coming over me.
Before I’d found her, I could find ways to assuage those feelings, to push them aside. But now that my cock knew she was somewhere breathing nothing else would do but to fuck her in that special way when I got like this.
I was waiting for her to reach her limit, to get to that point where it was too much, or she’d had enough. So far it hadn’t happened. Like I’d told her, I don’t like safe words, that’s considered dangerous in the world of BDSM, but that’s where I parted ways with the lifestyle.
I didn’t like this new way of approaching it like a weekend retreat, something you took off and put on at will.
I wouldn’t dare impose my will on others, or try to tell them how to live their lives and live out their fantasies, but for me, and the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with, this was as real as it fucking gets.
Twenty four seven all day all night ‘til death do us part; I couldn’t imagine not being in control of her one hundred percent of the time.
It was for this reason that I hadn’t taken her to see her parents as yet though I knew she was longing to see them.
I didn’t want to risk breaking that bond so soon, or putting her in the position that would make her uncomfortable.
I know the day will come when she wouldn’t even have to think of it, but I didn’t think we’d reached there yet.
She took everything I dished out and looked for more. I won’t claim to know all there was to know about her, that’s just stupid, but I know enough and I’m learning more each day.
She craves my attention, not just sexual contact, but in all ways. My praise makes her light up and I give her plenty of it often. I’m very conscious of her low self-image and have been working to build that up, but having her face plastered all over the place has been helping with that as well.
She’s flourished under my hands and I am left with the task of making sure that the sweet little farm girl that I’d picked up at that train station was not lost, I never want to lose that girl, she’s the one I fell in love with after all.
She has been getting offers from other parties but she leaves that up to me to take care of and since I have to intentions on sharing her ever, the answer is always no. She hasn’t mentioned acting classes in a while and I feel confident enough that it that were something she was truly interested in she’d let me know.
I didn’t hide the fact that I was turning down offers on her behalf, I just simply explained to her that I had no interest in having my woman running from country to country modeling I preferred to have her home under me whenever I needed her. The choice was clear, there was no room for misunderstanding.