Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
His hand came down on my pussy in five rapid slaps. Before the last scream could die on my lips, he turned my face to his and kissed me again—another one of those soul-stealing kisses that took my breath and left me trembling on his lap. Again I was close; if he’d slapped me one more time, I would’ve cum all over his pant leg.
“Now for dessert.” He got up and walked to a refrigerator that was built into the wall, and I couldn’t see any handles or any way to get it opened. He removed a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries and placed two in the freezer before returning the rest.
He moved around the room, dimming the lights, and I remembered the window. After five minutes or so, he retrieved the berries and walked back over to the table. He pulled the other chair close and turned mine around so that I was facing him. With my hands still tied behind my back, I was afraid of topping over, but he was very careful with me.
I didn’t know what he was doing when he lifted both of my legs and planted my feet on his thighs, spreading me open to his gaze. Even in the darkened room, I could see his nostrils flare as if inhaling my scent. I felt my juices flowing and knew what he was seeing. My wet, ready pussy waiting to be drilled, hard, deep, and fast by him.
He warmed one of the chocolate-covered berries in his mouth to ease some of the chill from the freezer, then leaned over and pushed it inside of me. “Oh!” My head went back on the chair as I lifted my ass off the seat of my chair, trying to get him to shove the fruit deeper.
“Be still!” He stopped moving his hand, and I wanted to scream.
Then he started using the long stem to move the berry in and out of me, fucking me with it while his thumb played with my clit. I whimpered in my throat from the strain of not being able to move. I was creaming so much that it ran down on the chair. And just when my body tensed, ready to fly, he pulled the fruit from my pussy.
I watched through glassy eyes as he bit into the fruit, taking my essence into him, before holding it out for me to taste. As I bit into it while looking into his eyes, I knew I was in trouble.
MACE
I helped her up from the chair on wobbly legs, her eyes glazed over with lust. “You looked tired; why don’t you go to bed?” I pointed into the other room at the bed where we’d slept together that first night. She indicated her tied arms as she pouted. “Oh, yeah, I forgot.”
I took my time releasing her. My mouth teased hers as I reached around to tackle the series of knots I’d made. Her plump, firm tits pressed into my chest as I got the last knot undone, and she sighed into my mouth with relief. She shook her hands as if to bring life back into them while I knelt at her feet.
“Step in.” I held her underwear while she clutched at my shoulders and lifted her feet one at a time, then took her hand and walked her into the bedroom. I could see the confusion on her face when I tucked her in and pulled the sheet up over her before kissing her forehead.
“That’s all for tonight. I have to think about whether or not I want to give you what you want.”
I could see the questions in her eyes as I stood to walk away. Of course, she didn’t know that I’d overheard her conversation the week before about wanting to have a baby. And the truth is, until tonight, I wasn’t even aware that I was contemplating it.
A baby is the last thing on my mind. Not that I can’t afford one or don’t want any. But at thirty-eight, I think I might have given up on hearth and home. As much as I may have wanted a family in my youth, I’d never found anyone I wanted to spend my life with.
I wasn’t about to have a kid with someone I wasn’t sure about; I didn’t want my flesh and blood living in a broken home, so I’d given up on that dream. But now she makes me want again. Her actions tonight, the way she responds so beautifully, and the fact that I’d pushed so many boundaries with her and she’d accepted them all without question makes me feel like I can have it all.
It’s crazy and so outside of my comfort zone to be even thinking about this shit, and so unlike me. I don’t do things like this, especially not when it comes to relationships. I never jump right in headfirst, but something about her makes me want to let go. Maybe because I’d heard what she really thought without her knowing, she didn’t care that I was a nightclub owner, among other things, didn’t know how wealthy I was, so she wasn’t after my money.