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)
I can’t believe she fucking whacked me on the head. I was practically seeing stars. I saw three of her in front of me. As I shook it off, she took off toward the patio door. I caught her by the leg and we both crashed to the rug.
I knew I had gone too far with the way I was handling this, but today had been a bad fucking day so far and I’d seen red imagining her being taken from me, and now I was letting her know how fucking pissed I was.
She raked her fingernails down my cheek and it instantly burned. I gave her an incredulous look and then I quickly pinned her to the rug and held her wrists tight.
“Athena!” I hollered at her.
It obviously scared her as she stilled long enough for me to lay directly on top of her. Pinned, I parted her legs with my knee. I needed to be inside of her right now; needed her to submit. I dipped a finger into her pussy and it let me in a little. She wasn’t soaked, but there was something. She bucked, trying to get me off her, her fists flying, then she head-butted me right on the eye.
She was so fucking sexy with rage in her green eyes and her little fists flying at me. I was seeing waves of blinding light combined with the flurry of her fists and her long hair whipping around, with flashes of hatred on her face. I growled and then reached for her.
“It’s time to submit to your Master.” I laughed while I told her this. My vision returned to normal just in time to see her pale under me.
I laughed again and then licked her from the base of her throat up her cheek and up to her temple. “You’re mine, Athena. All mine. You’re either gonna be my dirty little whore or you’re gonna be nothing to me. The way you behave in the next little while will determine which one. It’s time to let me in.” I growled, tasting blood from the cut on my lip. “Open your legs.”
Until that point I’d been struggling, not because I thought I could win but because I had to. I couldn’t just do whatever he wanted. Couldn’t. I started to feel like it was stupid to fight. But, I couldn’t stop. And it was like it fueled him. Every time I disobeyed or fought back he got this look in his eyes, this fire. And the fire today seemed like it was burning hotter than it had so far because I’d really fought with him with all my might. I’ve scratched his face, I’ve bashed him on the head with a lamp, I’ve bucked and kicked at him, I’ve pulled his hair, I’ve punched him in the mouth and wherever my fists would land but he was not stopping. I guessed I should count myself lucky he hadn’t hit me back. He’s got way more strength than me. Lucky? Hah! I felt pride, though, in that I’d fought back, in that I’d ignored the urge to just turtle and let him have his way.
But now, after those words and because finally he got his cock against me and started to prod and damn it but he got no resistance from my body, I gave up. The bravery in me just shriveled up and wilted.
“So perfect,” he moaned. and then he had my arms pinned above my head again. I feebly tried to buck him off one last time, but it only served to help him drive deeper into me. That’s when I gave up; I was spent, all the fight in me depleted. He had me pinned; I couldn’t move. So, I didn’t have to fight any more.
I was whimpering in my defeat and at my screwed-up thoughts, and then I whimpered harder because the sensations he was creating started to feel good. Was I crazy for not knowing if I was whimpering out of desire or defeat? It didn’t matter because I had no choices here.
“Good girl; you know when it’s time to submit.” He passionately kissed my throat, and then he got his mouth right by my ear and whispered, “No one is ever gonna be inside of you again but me, you know that?” He rolled his hips and kept pumping into me. “No one.”
I couldn’t move. I was completely pinned and he held my wrists tight, too tight. He was hitting my clit and up inside that front wall of me where it felt so good. The fight had left me because I was powerless to do anything but go limp and succumb to it, so I guess I did.
At feeling me go lax, he stopped pinning me and pulled out and maneuvered me so I was on all-fours. That accomplished, he began to drill me. He pummeled from behind, and it was so deep, so fucking deep, that I thought I’d tip over and just go limp. He was fucking me like a bitch, just like a dirty little whore like he said he’d do, and I hated that it felt good. Was I just as sick and twisted as he was? He kept going and then he started to rub circles around my clit, then at an “ah” from me, he leaned in to my ear and announced, “I win.”