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)
Covers were flung back and then he yanked the pants off me, pulling the underwear down with them. I tried to struggle, but it felt like I was a flailing toddler and he was a giant. Then the tank top was yanked over my head while I was simultaneously pulled over his lap. He was in a pair of silky boxers and I felt his erection poking me in the upper abdomen. One hand was on my upper back and the other on my ass, fingers digging in.
“Apologize for saying that to me,” he demanded softly. So softly it was frightening. His voice was laced with menace.
I held my mouth shut. It was a weird position, being naked over his lap, feeling his erection digging into me like this. His breathing was heavy. He slapped my ass hard. I cringed at the pain and tried to get away, but he had a firm hold of me.
“Apologize,” he repeated in a still soft but even more menacing tone.
I pursed my lips. Forget this. I wasn’t apologizing to him for being shocked when he demanded I get naked. I tried to struggle to get out of his grasp again. Another slap. This one was harder.
“Ready to apologize yet?” he demanded, his voice still quiet but his tone even harder. The sick asshole was getting off on this so much. Spanking me, it was turning him on. I didn’t care; I wasn’t giving in. This was my life, my freedom, I couldn’t just give in, give up everything.
“Answer me, Athena,” he sang out, sounding impatient. Another slap.
Ow! My ass was on fire. He wanted to do this. This was going to happen to me no matter what, tonight; I just knew it.
“I love the way your body jerks against my cock when I spank you, baby.” His voice had gone husky.
Suddenly, he pried my legs open and plunged a finger into me hard. It was excruciating.
“Not wet tonight, Tia?” He tsk tsk'd at me, “That’s disappointing.”
“I hate you,” I cried out into the sheets, tears streaming down my face. “Sick fuck!”
He sat motionless for a moment and I didn’t know what was coming next so I just stayed still. He leaned forward, still gripping me, and I heard the bedside table’s drawer open, then heard a pop sound, like a cap popping off something. I felt something slimy down there. He was rubbing something on me down there. Damn him, was he –? He was! He was lubricating me.
He slapped my ass again, and I jumped, still in his firm hold, but then he plunged his fingers in again and pumped them in and out a few times before pinching my clit.
“So tight, Athena,” he muttered. His finger prodded at my rear hole.
Oh heck, no. I tried to scramble away and he tried to grip me but his fingers were now slippery from the lube, so I managed to get off his lap. I took a tumble to the rug and then tried to scamper away, feeling the rug slice across my knee like sandpaper. I wasn’t fast enough. He caught my ankle in his grip and the rug sliced again as he dragged me backwards. Then he was pinning me to the floor.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” he told me, calmly, crazily calm. His hot breath tickled the back of my neck, “You’re going to do your best to please me and make up for this poor attitude tonight.”
He gathered my hair at the nape of my neck and pulled a little so that my chest was off the floor. I pushed my hands into the rug to support myself, whimpering.
“Right now, you can please me by apologizing.”
He grabbed my ass and then started rubbing his hand up and down.
“Tia?” He was letting me know he was waiting and I suspected, ready to strike again. He squeezed my rear end.
“Sorry,” I spat, hating my life with a passion.
“You want me to make you come again, baby? You’d better do better than that,” he whispered.
I couldn’t even think. My brain was filled with a list of expletives, but I held my tongue.
“Hm?” He slapped my ass again.
I was going to be full of welts in the morning. And my knees were on fire from rug burn.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, thinking I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you. I didn’t want him to make me come; I wanted him to stop and go away.
“That’s better,” he said, then started to trail light kisses up and down my spine. “Good girl,” he murmured against my skin. “Good girls get to come.”
I wanted to cry out, to shout no, but I was immobile. His hand cupped me and he started to circle my clit with his fingers again. The moisture was there. It wasn’t mine, but it was there and I guess that’s why my body started to respond. My ass was so sore, I was so scared, and yet I was starting to breathe heavier.