Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
As I make two quick flicks of the blade, she yelps but doesn’t move. And I’m done for the moment. The cuts are superficial, just enough to draw a thin line of blood but not deep enough to need even a Band-Aid.
She shakes under my hand, struggling to keep the hem of her dress fisted at her hip.
“There, I’m proud of you, baby. You barely flinched.”
“What are you doing to me?”
I run the blade up the crack of her ass while tangling my other hand in her hair and lifting her to a standing position next to me.
“Marking you. What did you think? I’m done with the ‘R’, then, we will get to work on the ‘M’.”
“You really are a nut job.”
I chuckle as I walk her next to me to one of the bedrooms I’ve prepared for today, hugging her close with a comforting tap of my fingers on her shoulder.
“Keep your dress up,” I remind her as we walk through the door.
An immaculate, all-white room greets us, a king-sized bed as its centerpiece, set under soft spotlights. Crisp white sheets are coupled with more white pillows in every square and rectangle shape than I can count. “That’s one of many places I’m going to teach your pussy who it belongs to. There are five bedrooms here, I’ll be fucking you in all of them. Once you earn this dick, it will be inside you more than you could have ever imagined.”
I lower the knife onto a Lucite table next to the bed, then aim her toward a fluffy white armchair to my left.
“Sit.” I let her go with a soft shove of encouragement. “I want your cunt on display. Put your heels on the edge of that cushion and keep your legs open.”
I glance with pride at what’s hanging in the corner of the room from a long, stainless-steel hook in the ceiling, then nod as she takes her seat, her filthy dress bunched at the tops of her thighs as she assumes the position.
“I’m going to eat you out. But first, how do you like your wedding dress?” I drop my eyes from her face, my balls aching like a motherfucker and my mouth watering at the sight of her pink little flower of a pussy catching the light. “I looked at hundreds of dresses. This one really spoke to me. What do you think?”
When her eyes connect to the dress, her lips fall open, lashes fluttering, but I swear on my grave I see a little trickle of wetness seeping from her cute little cunt. It’s crying happy tears at the realization this is her wedding day.
“Wait.” She blinks, once, twice, then screws up her face. “I’m not wearing that.”
“You’re going to be my wife in…” I flip my wrist over, looking at my watch. “Forty-five minutes. We’re running late. I need your cum on my face when we say our vows. And I’m going to return the favor as well.”
“But, I…can’t marry you. You’re my stepfather. Please, this isn’t right.”
“Right, wrong.” I shrug brushing some lint off the arm of my jacket. “It’s not like we’ve never lived together before. All those irritating habits to discover. I already know yours and you know mine. You’re a monster in the morning. You like Cocoa Pebbles with organic soy milk, and you leave the cap off the toothpaste. You put the toilet paper roll on the wrong way, and you leave the TV on when you leave a room. Very irritating, but we’re going to work on all that. But first…”
“Oh, God. Wait—” She whimpers as I crouch down, shedding my jacket onto the slick marble floor.
I roll up my sleeves as her eyes dart between my face and the holster holding my Ruger under my left arm, where I’m sporting a tiny cut from when she grabbed my knife.
“I can’t, please…” She slaps her legs together as I grit my teeth, yanking them apart by her knees, then landing a hard slap on her pussy to get her attention.
“You can and you will. This pussy is getting eaten, and you’re going to give me your orgasm, Bijou. Might as well lean into things. This doesn’t have to be hard. I don’t want to hurt you to make you mind me.”
After a moment of wide-eyed hesitation, and another hard smack on her pussy, her lips close, a flash of defeat in her eyes. She likes being at my mercy. She’s not ready to admit it, at least not consciously. But the way her pussy is weeping?
I have all the consent I need.
“I’m going to fuck you, Bijou. Have no doubt. But first, I’ll fuck you with my tongue until you come. Then, I’ll marry you, then I’ll consummate our union, and I’ll come inside you. More than once. I’m quite virile. And,” I’m surprised at the way my voice takes on an excited lilt, pride puffing my chest, “I’ve worked hard on my sperm count. It’s over three-hundred and fifty million. That’s quite impressive. I’m an overachiever though. So, we will have some fun, then get you dressed, then our wedding, then lots of bareback fucking. I just want you to know the itinerary for our wedding day.”