Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for her to do as I commanded.
She pulled her hair out of her face, her cheek turning red where my palm collided with the skin. Tears weren’t in her eyes, but she finally looked defeated, understanding that obeying my commands was better than defying me.
She felt the bottom of her shirt but didn’t pull it over her head. She tried to think of a way out of her situation, but unfortunately, there was nothing she could do. She had to pay the price of her brother’s stupidity—even if it wasn’t fair.
She finally pulled her top over her head, revealing a white bra underneath. Her tits formed a cleavage line down the middle, and it was the first time my cock thickened in interest. I had a long line of women in my life, and I never mixed business with pleasure, but seeing the natural swell of a rack was a bit of a turn on.
She opened the shower door and turned on the warm water, letting it get hot as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her long legs. She didn’t make eye contact as she stripped down to her underwear, full of shame that she was giving in to my demands.
She hesitated when she was left in only underwear, knowing I was going to see every inch of her bare skin in just a moment.
I watched her in her black panties, still aroused even though she wasn’t wearing a thong. She had long and slender legs, the kind that would look kissable in heels. Her stomach was lined with muscles, subtle and sexy. Her arms were slender but defined by the grooves of muscle. She must have hit the gym a few times a week, probably to blow off steam after studying around the clock.
She undid her bra and let it come loose. But before she took it off, she turned around so I couldn’t see her tits head-on.
I almost commanded her to turn around.
She set the bra on top of her pile of clothes then reached for her panties. Now she just wanted to get it over with, because she bent over and yanked them off before she stepped into the shower. But she didn’t move quick enough to stop me from seeing the pink skin of her pussy and a glimpse of her small asshole.
Now I really was hard.
She got into the shower and shut the door behind her, the warm water greeting her. Her hair clung to her neck once it was wet, and she grabbed a bottle of shampoo and massaged her scalp, ridding it of the oil and grime.
I watched the water roll down her luscious body, peering through the steam that pressed against the glass doors. My cock twitched in my jeans the longer I stared at her. My arousal coursed through me at a blinding speed. I would have to make a trip to Glasgow to see one of my regulars. My cock needed to be sucked soon.
She stayed under the water for a long time, much longer than necessary. She probably cherished the feeling of cleanliness. Up until that point, she’d been stuck in the same clothes as the oil built up on her scalp and skin. Now that she had to go without this luxury, she truly appreciated it.
“That’s long enough,” I commanded.
She stared at the faucet before she turned it off, ending her shower.
I grabbed a thick towel and handed it to her, feeling my cock press against the fly of my jeans.
She immediately covered herself with it, hiding her nakedness even though I’d already seen all the good stuff. She patted herself dry, finally looking at me again with the same displeasure.
“You should dry your hair. Might get sick.” I pointed to the hair dryer.
She eyed the hair dryer before she looked at me again. “Like I care about getting sick.”
“Well, I do. I don’t want you to give it to me.” I smiled, trying to make a joke to wipe off the sour look on her face.
She just looked angrier.
She dried her hair quickly, using her fingers to comb through the strands as she kept the towel around her chest. When she was finished, she moved to grab her clothes, which were now gone. “What did you do with them?”
“You aren’t wearing those anymore.” I picked up the outfit sitting on the bed. “This is what you’re wearing now.” It was a long gray dress with sleeves, made from thick cotton. It was the perfect size for her narrow waist, highlighting her curvy features around her chest, stomach, and ass.
She tightened the towel around her torso as she stared at the dress in disappointment. “I’m supposed to wear that in the cell?”
“You could wear it up here—if you behaved yourself.”