Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
The lights are all off and my heart pounds in the darkened watch shop. I have no easy explanation for why I’m doing this. In fact, I stopped doing it after we got married. I gave away all the goods I’d stolen and did my best to make restitution. I did it anonymously and when I couldn’t right my wrongs, I did my best to donate to charity instead.
Nash reassured me I didn’t have to do anything for his sake. He said he loved me no matter what I did or didn’t do. But it made me feel good to start over. Besides, once I had Nash, I didn’t feel compelled to steal anymore. I finally have the security I’ve craved all my life.
Now without my thieving ways to distract me, I spend more time painting. Nash has a beautiful room behind his shop where I spend my days, immersed in my art. Frankie and Beans have been the subject of some of my works. The public loves them, and I love the chance to raise awareness about intervertebral disc disease in small breeds.
My throat is dry, but I manage to croak out, “I’m…looking for something.”
“And what are you looking for in my safe, little girl?” He demands.
“I thought I lost a…” My voice trails off when I take aim at him. There’s no real intent behind the elbow I try to throw. Not that it matters.
Nash catches it easily, his big fingers locking around my arm. “Seems you need to be taught a lesson about stealing.”
“Please.” The word comes out wrong. Less like a plea and more like a moan. Of course, it does. My panties are soaked because this is my favorite game we play.
We have a lot of them, but the one where I’m the thief who gets punished is my favorite. Nash seems a pretty big fan of it too. Last time, he gave me a spanking.
The time before that, he tied me up and gave me orgasms until I couldn’t take another one. He’s always finding a delicious way to torment me, and I have no doubt this will be more of the same.
“I don’t make deals with naughty thieves,” Nash warns as he grabs my chin in a firm hold. “You’ll have to be punished.”
“I understand.” There’s a quiver in my voice that I can’t control. I’m not afraid. He’d never do anything to hurt me. No, that’s all excitement and anticipation in my tone.
“Take off all your clothes, even your panties.”
“Here?” I squeak out the word. When we do this, it’s normally in the back of his shop, not out here where there are giant windows.
He swats my ass through the thin material of my yoga pants, just hard enough to sting. He instantly smooths it away with a soft squeeze. That’s exactly what I love about these games. He always senses what I need and gives me just enough of it. “I said now.”
I swallow hard and the sound is loud in the quiet shop. The streets outside are dark, illuminated only by the streetlamps.
Nash had these windows replaced not long after we were married. I can see out of the panes when I’m inside the shop, but if I’m on the sidewalk or even across the street, I can’t see in. He said he had it done to add to the mystique of the place. I think he just didn’t want any of the men in town seeing me as I wander between my art studio and his watch shop.
“Do you trust me, honey?” Nash’s quiet question pulls me out of my head. I can tell from his tone that he’s not asking it as part of the game. He’s asking it as my husband.
I reach for my clothes, removing them quickly. They pool at my feet as cool air rushes over my wet pussy. I’m aching so badly, and I haven’t even been touched yet.
He gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “Step closer to the window. Cram that sweet little body all up against it.”
The glass is cold against my skin and my nipples pebble even more. No one can see me like this. Nash would lose his shit if he thought another man could see me in any state of undress. But the naughtiness of doing this and the feeling of exposure only add to the arousal dripping down my thighs.
“Good girl,” he croons and I hear the sound of his zipper. Knowing that he’s freeing that impossibly thick cock has me whimpering and shifting my weight.
He steps closer, pinning me between the glass and his big body. His cock is nestled against my back. His breath is hot in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you against this glass.”
He wastes no time cramming his huge cock deep into my channel.