Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
"On your knees, don't leave me waiting,"I say next, and this time she does it without a second thought.
"Spread your legs open while you're on your knees," I instruct her next. "Make sure your ass is off the ground, hold yourself up so it hurts."
She forces herself to self to stay in the position, even though it must be uncomfortable. But I'm past the point of caring. She didn't think about my feelings when she left me, and I'm not going to think about her well being now. It's already too late for any other thought to cross my mind. The only reason I brought her back here was to punish her for everything she's done.
Without a care in the world, I saunter over to one of my suitcases sending center stage in the room. I open it slowly, allowing the zipper to break the silence and watching Tallulah's shoulders fall and rise within the anticipation of what's going to happen next. I know she's scared, and she should be because I'm not going to go easy on her.
Even if she apologized now, I don't think I'd have it in me to show her the respect she never showed me. I'm forcing myself to detach from any emotion I had left for her. I say the next sentence without any love left for her.
"Has anyone touched that pussy since I've been gone?"
She silently shakes her head, still keeping her eyes trained on the ground without so much as glancing up at me. She grits her teeth and lets out a small groan, probably from the pain of staying in that uncomfortable position.
"Does it hurt?" I ask, slowly approaching from her from behind and laying a hand on her shoulder.
My fingers tangle in her pale blond hair and I pull her head back forcing her to look up at me. At first she closes her eyes, but she seems to know better than to disobey me. Not now that I'm already so angry. I might as well rip her head off her shoulders by pulling her hair.
"No," she finally says with a tremble of her lower lip. "It doesn't hurt. And no one has touched me or seen me. No one at all, Xavier."
"Is that because you didn't want them to or because no one offered?" I ask next. "We both know you're a little slut, Tallulah. We both know you would have let anyone in that wretched hole of yours had they so much as offered a nice word or a kind compliment."
"That's not true," she says weekly, but I don't believe her anymore.
After all, why should I? Everything I thought about her is wrong. Everything I've believed over the years shattered in a single act of her cruel disobedience.
"But you're already dreaming about me touching you again, aren't you?" I ask her and she shakes her head.
"No."
Even though I can tell by the whimper that escaped her lips, and the shivers going down her spine, that that's exactly what she's hoping for.
"I'm not going to show you mercy today, you're going to sit here all night, and I'm going to watch you in this position until you lose it. And only then will I punish you, based on the amount of time you spend on your knees, like I told you to."
I sit down in an armchair, making sure to get myself comfortable, while Tallulah keeps her eyes trained on me.
"I want you to know just how comfortable I am here. I could spend all night watching you and I fucking will if I have to. And you will stay in that position and hold it for as long as you can. If you break it before dawn is up, I'm going to beat the fuck out of you before I put my cock inside you. And if you last longer... You'll be lucky because I won't hurt you. But I won't fuck you, either."
I watch her closely for a reaction that doesn't come. I know she's eager to get out of the position because her legs are already shaking, and she seems like she's going to collapse at any given moment. But for now, she seems to be keeping her composure and she stays up, her eyes never leaving mine as she keeps her position. I don't know if she's doing this to convince me of something... Or maybe convince herself that she's still capable of standing up to me no matter what. It's funny to me that her standing up to me means obeying my orders.
I chuckle at the thought, and worry dawns over her face as she realizes she's amusing me. I bet she's all turned on thinking about what I'm going to do to her next. But the truth of the matter is, I have no plans for Tallulah.