Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
His tongue trailed over the underside of my knees, prompting me to press my bare feet onto the edge of the bed. My thighs crushed my breasts, offering him an unobstructed view of my continuously glistening folds.
“Mm-hmm, there she is. What a lovely cunt you’ve there, Little One.” Victor’s mouth pressed reverent butterfly kisses against my clit. I looked over my folded legs, attempting to observe how his tongue disappeared into my pussy. Then he was rubbing cool jelly over my rim.
“Victor, we haven’t . . .” Done anal.
“No, we have not. Trust me?”
I stared into azul gems and lost myself again. “Yes.”
“Shhhh . . .” The sudden flood of warm air over my slick heat caused a waterfall to gush out and mingled with the gel glossing my puckered ass. Victor popped my clit into his mouth. I found myself twirling my ass over—
A butt plug!
Woah! The shiny, blue bulb was a butt plug.
Pleasure extended through my entire body as my ass relaxed over the column that was the size of two of Victor’s fingers. Sure, I’d taken a couple of his digits and loved them in the past, now I loved this. My channel stretched deliciously with ease.
I let a moan float over my tonsils as Victor leaned back on his haunches, then he licked the saliva from my chin before smiling at me. My gander questioned the chain still in his hand. Why was the plug connected to a fetter?
“Now, Little One, you will squirt and quench Daddy’s thirst.”
“Yes.”
He cocked half a smile, and a finger lassoed the chain connected to the anal plug and . . . something else.
“Before you quench my thirst, Little One.” Victor’s eyes darkened in a sultry promise as the soft padding of his thumb stroked my cum and the lubricant over my clit and lips. “Please state your safe word.”
Again, I muttered it.
“Good. Now for a wee bit of pain, love.”
I hitched. My ass ceased from delighting in the perfect stretch to tightening around the plug so hard I could break that mother clear in half. A clamp on the opposite end of the chain tightened around my clit.
I pushed desperately away from him. Victor caught my throat in one hand, kissing the hollowed pulse there. “Would you like to say your safe word, Little One?”
I toss and turn in bed as Victor’s words echo in my ear. Am I truly stronger?
In the dream, his firm inquiry grated my ears.
“Would you prefer that I stop applying pressure?”
While Victor spoke, a finger tweaked my tiny pearl, taunting and causing me to force more of the anal plug into my ass. Shit, it really was the perfect size for orgasm. Victor’s imposing body pressed against me, chest crushing mine, thick frame steamrolling my thighs apart.
I wanted to claw Victor, cum on his fingers. Hell, squirt right now before he thought I was a friggen sissy.
Tears sprang into my eyes. The clamp chomped into my fighting clit. The blood beneath my skin simmered to a rapid boil.
I . . . was . . . erect. I couldn’t fathom this. Out of all I’d seen on the friggen subway, I never imagined such a thing.
My.
Clit.
Was.
Erect.
I glanced at Victor, his face an object of wonder, awe, and reverence. He was pleased. His mouth attacked my pussy, and I let sensations I never knew pour over me.
Once I’d writhed like a woman in labor, pride tugged his lips into a full-blown grin. “You fancy this now, love?”
“I love it. I love you. I want you inside me.”
“You can take my dick while—”
“I think . . . I hope.” I groaned, body vibrating at the idea of having him inside me while my ass was already stuffed.
I huddled on my side of the bed all night, incensed by the past that I once shared with Victor. A past where he expanded my horizons. Why couldn’t I get the man outta my friggen dreams!
I let out a hard exhale, groaning at my antics. What am I doing? Is it just the pain of losing the baby? Am I paying him back for when my love was unrequited? His engagement to Madeline while I was a prisoner?
Although the notion of holding my affections hostage doesn’t sit right with me, there’s a part of me that can’t help it. It’s the same dirty little part of me that went home—well, to my old home—to argue with Jonah. Apparently, it’s possessed my body. But it has to stop.
I determine that I won’t go an entire year with life passing me by as I unfold myself from the tangled sheets. I slide around to look toward Victor’s side of the bed. The covers are untouched. Had he come to bed after me? Had I pushed too far?
There’s no doubt that I was a bitch to him yesterday.