Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
When I reached between her legs, she was fucking soaking wet. I got inside of her and rubbed her clit, making sweet love to her. I wanted to blow, but held back until she arched her back and cried out my name at which point, I detonated inside her. We fell asleep together afterwards, arms wrapped around one another, my cock still inside her.
I’d waited for him on the floor in that pose after remembering the man on the stage and seeing it again having checked out a BDSM website quick for information about dominants and submissives, and it’d obviously done the trick, pleased him. I bookmarked the site so I could get more information later. I found the whole thing exciting and got wet just thinking about surprising him like that, waiting in a submissive pose.
But, I almost had a panic attack waiting for him to come to me because two feet away from where I waited on the floor I knew there were two guns and a knife.
I had alternating visions playing like a movie in my head of me shooting him in the head with his gun and me plunging his knife into my own stomach. My heart had hammered in my throat and my ears had gotten hot. The sound of his footsteps when he’d come in had made me feel like I was about to commit one of those two acts and I really didn’t know which one it’d be.
But, then as soon as he called me baby and told me he loved me, he was all I saw. The weapons under the bed were momentarily gone from existence. I was afraid I might be losing my mind.
He spent the next day in his office and as it hit late afternoon I asked if he wanted me to cook something for him. He surprised me by saying he wanted to go out for burgers and to see a movie. I was shocked he didn’t want to just chill and do nothing since we’d just gotten back last night. I was also shocked that he wasn’t tied up with work after being away, but he told me that his brother had everything well looked after and there was nothing too pressing.
It was near sunset, but it was still sweltering-hot outside. We’d gotten dressed in shorts, tank tops, and flip flops and Tommy looked so young and carefree compared to his polished serious suit persona. He told me he knew the perfect burger joint. We swung in, filled out burger contracts (a checklist of how we wanted our burgers prepared) and ordered milkshakes. He ordered chocolate and I ordered vanilla. Of course my face got flushed when I asked for vanilla and he laughed, then kissed me breathless while we were waiting for our order. With the food on my lap, he drove to the same beach we’d gone to after that first date. I wondered if he’d taken me there on purpose so that I’d see we could have sunsets on the beach sometimes.
We found a picnic table and ate. It was the perfect burger. He looked at me with this mortified look when I swiped one of his onion rings (a really crispy one) and then shoved it under the bun of my burger then gave me a big kiss and stole one of my fries, which led to me feeding him half of my fries one by one, looking at one another all googly-eyed. We got to watch the sun set, all cuddled up together. It felt like we were a normal couple.
He kept looking like he wanted to say something. But he didn’t. I could’ve said stuff too, but I didn’t. So much was exchanged in those glances, it was almost like a conversation that didn’t need words. He wanted to know I was okay. I wanted to be okay. I didn’t know if I was okay, but I was trying to be. Maybe if he never got like that again, I could be. Maybe I could make sure he never got like that again. I knew I was taking on a huge responsibility for something that might be completely out of my realm of control, but I wanted us to work, so I wanted to try.
After eating, we went to a drive-in and I fell asleep watching the movie. It was some fast car / gun-toting/ lots of explosions / bro-mance partner cops type of movie. I woke when he re-started the car to drive us back.
The next few days were amazing, playing house without a housekeeper. I’d been keeping the house tidy, cooking for him, doing laps in the pool and spending time in the basement gym, doing research on my pretty pink laptop about him and his sexual tastes, and considering options for online school.