Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Before I can see it coming his hand is around my throat and my instinct is to panic. I have felt that before and it was not in a pleasurable situation. I know I could tell him to stop, but he is too far gone and as much as it is giving me hesitation, I repeat over and over, he would never hurt me.
Each thrust makes his hand tighten. “I can’t. I can’t. It's too much.” I don't know if it is the choking or the way his cock is obliterating everything I thought I knew about myself. I cry out, my eyes becoming heavy from the lack of oxygen, but also from the pleasurable pain. This pain is erasing the pain I endured at the hands of my captors, and I welcome it. ”Please.” I beg when his hand gets tighter.
“Do you want me to loosen my grip, baby?'' His nose is running up my neck. Goosebumps form on my skin at the sound of his voice. I don’t recognize it. My Larabee, my husband, is no longer here, right now.
I shake my head and turn it to catch his mouth. I keen and moan, living in the rough handling of my body. His grip is undeniable, and I know it is going to leave bruises and I welcome them. Proof that I belong to him and him alone. Proof that his need for me goes beyond reason. It is imperative and finally, proof that no one else took what I didn't want to give.
“Are you sure? Because once I cum in you and fill you with my seed, you will no longer have free will. I will have full authority over your life, Satine. Your choices will be limited to my determination. Your wants and needs will be my responsibility. I will give you the world, Piccola, but in return you will give me everything. Your autonomy, your freedom and your desires. What I give you will pale in comparison to your sacrifice, but I won't give a shit. I am an asshole who should let you go and leave you in the sun, but I can’t. Now that I have you, I can't let you go, and I will never give anyone the chance to take you from me. NEVER!'' he growls.
Over and over he takes me bringing me to tears and unconsciousness. Then he releases his grasp, allows me air and takes it back. He kisses me back to life, biting and sucking every part of me he can reach, leaving his stamp. “I love you. I love you so much.” I cry out to him before my pussy begins to clench.
He stills when I say the words, shock registers on his face and then a devious grin before he asks me one more time. “Do you want to be let free, Satine? I need the words.”
“No, Lar. I need you. Show me who you are and who we will be together.” I begin to buck again; my orgasm is racing towards me. I shout out with each thrust, and cry for his seed. I want to feel him cum inside of me, planting a part of him.
“You don’t ever have to worry about that, Piccola. I will never let you go. Anyone who tries to take you from me, will die by my hands. The very hands that is taking air from you, only to give it back to you when I choose.'' He ruts a few more times before he lets go of my neck and kisses me before putting his forehead to mine. “Let’s finish together, baby.”
With my hair matted to my face, we meet in the middle, our mouths moving slowly together. His finger reaches between us and flicks my clit and I scream, everything goes blurry than black. Vaguely somewhere in the distance I hear him curse and whisper, “I love you too.” Then I feel him drain himself inside of me, the heat between my legs comforting, before nothing exists, but darkness. Seems he got what he wanted.
Thirteen
Larabee
Ihave been staring at her for the last twenty minutes, just watching her sleep. I wore her out and though I am not apologizing for it, I worry I might have taken it too far.
Her body is splayed out on the bed, the sheet having moved leaving her naked and covered in bruises. I lean and kiss her back before getting up to get dressed. We landed in Miami a half hour ago, but I couldn't bring myself to wake her. Knock. Knock. Before I can even say what, the door opens and the head of the stewardess pops in.
“Get the fuck out!” I shout at her. I look toward my wife, and she is still out. I pull on my pants, not worrying about a shirt and walk out of the room.