Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
She cracked it open and her brows furrowed.
“Nipple clamps,” I explained. “For later. I figured we could try something new.” I had to remind myself she didn’t have time for more sex when the flush spread down her neck.
“What are you going to do with me?” Her voice trembled.
I breathed a laugh. “Oh, Ana. As soon as you walk in that door, I’m going to fuck you with a bigger plug, using your pussy juices to slip it into your ass. Then I’m going to make you dinner. You will sit at the kitchen island while I cook and you can have a glass of wine. If I find a moment, I will sit you up on the counter and eat your pussy for an early dessert. Maybe.”
Her breasts heaved under the scoop neck of her dress and I had to hold back from biting them. Watching her get turned on kept me going.
“Then we will sit at the table and you will let me feed you. Once we’re done there, I’m going to take you to the bedroom, put these nipple clamps on you, lay you face down on the sheets, and spank your ass red. When you’re on the edge of coming, I’m going to leave you there while I clean up dinner. Maybe even have a glass of wine.”
I couldn’t hold back from touching her. I dragged my finger from her lips, over her collar bone, to her nipple where I gripped it cruelly between my fingers and pinched, kissing her gasp of pain.
“Then, Ana. Only when I’m ready, will I remove the plug and fill you with my cock. Taking—owning—the last virginity you have to give.”
I let go of her nipple and placed a sweet, gentle kiss to her parted lips.
“Kevin,” she breathed.
“Have a great first day of school, babe.” I slapped her ass and pulled back, fully expecting her to fall to the floor.
Instead, she stiffened her spine, closed her eyes, and took a fortifying breath. When she finally opened them, and looked at me, they shot fire.
“Fucking sadist.”
“I love you.” I smiled at her glare. “Fucking masochist.”
She tried to keep the angry look, but her lips twitched before stretching into a full smile.
“I love you too.” She grabbed her bag that had fallen to the floor and fixed her dress, before opening the door. “Better hurry to work so I can get home sooner.”
Home. Ana and I had always been each other’s homes. But hearing her call the place we finally lived together home, made all the years, all the shame, worth it.
The End