Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
He was back. I could smell smoke and the outside on him so knew he’d gone out to the balcony. I heard a tinkling and he softly said, “Up; let me put this on. I don’t know that this is the right thing to do, baby, but if it chases the bad dreams away…” He let that hang.
A wave of relief washed over me. I lifted my hair as I sat up and he fastened the necklace for me. The feel of his fingers on the back of my neck, it was going to be my undoing.
I let out a little whimper. “Thank you.” I closed my eyes and absorbed the feel of it and felt my body settle.
“May I speak?”
“Stop asking permission.”
“Can you, could you, um… hold me? I’m not still asking for sex, I just, I’m so fucked up…” I asked, knowing I was pushing him but I only hoped I wasn’t pushing him too far. What I really wanted, needed, was for him to hold me down and take me, but I knew that wasn’t an option. My scalp prickled. I couldn’t believe I’d sworn again. I hadn’t cussed aloud, or barely even in my head, in almost 2 years, not unless I was instructed to, not since I had my mouth washed out with something disgusting as a punishment for telling a trainer to go fuck themselves.
“Come here,” he answered and the sound of his voice, those words, I felt them between my legs and deep in my chest. I rested my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around myself. He was warm and cozy and between being there with him and having his collar on my throat I allowed something that I hadn’t allowed in a long time. I allowed myself to hope, and not just a little.
“Thank you,” I said, knowing in my soul he was different from the men I’d been acquainted with in the past two years. I’d have never made requests or been so bold otherwise. Bold me today was nothing like the bold me of two years ago but bold me of today was not exactly like Felicia of last week, either.
“Okay,” he answered. He put an arm around me. But he did it stiffly.
“Thank you for saving me.”
“You’re welcome,” he answered and gave a little squeeze and kissed my forehead. His body loosened then and his other arm came around me and it didn’t feel stiff or awkward any longer. It felt like that was just where I belonged. I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
This was not cool. Not cool at all. I didn’t know how to handle this shit. One part of me thought I should start being a dick to her, so she’d get over her hero worship. But after what I could only imagine she’d been through I’d be a heartless prick to do that. Yet I did not want to encourage this. Not a bit.
Why? Because it’d be so easy, so fucking easy to take what she was offering. She was beautiful. She was ten times more beautiful than the red-haired girl from grade eleven science class, the one that I let get away in favor of the wild child Debbie was.
And the talk about the insatiable sexual appetite? My pop’s twisted notions about me having a girl trained to be perfect, being what I wanted spoke volumes, especially with a few things I’d found out about him at Kruna. I shook my head in disgust. But the things she was offering? I was saying no but my cock was pleading with me.
Felicia was asleep, curled up to me, her head on my chest, her leg draped over my thigh. She squirmed, jolting me out of my thoughts, and then she was squirming, no gyrating, right against me. The hand that had been flat on my abs was now under my t-shirt, in a fist over my heart. She opened the fist slowly and her nails skated across a nipple as she flexed her hand. The sensation went straight to my cock. Her nightgown had ridden up and she wasn’t wearing panties. Her naked pussy was against my thigh and she squirmed against me. I clenched my teeth, but my cock was rock hard. Her hand emerged from the neck hole of my t-shirt and her fingers wove into my hair.
I could whip my clothes off and fuck her brains out. She’d give it to me gladly. She’d been begging me for it. She’d spread wide and let me do her any which way I wanted. She’d be game to any position, any sexual act. She’d let me suspend her from the ceiling, she’d let me fuck her up the ass, she’d let me do anything I wanted.
She’d give me babies, as many as I asked for. She’d be gorgeous on my arm at any family or business event. She’d make herself fit into my life. I wouldn’t have to do the work. I wouldn’t have to go through the task of finding her, figuring out whether or not she was a psycho crazy bitch, figure out whether or not she sucked in bed, figure out whether or not we were compatible. Wouldn’t have to fall for her and then lay awake at night wondering whether or not she’d be faithful to me.