Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“I’d get that little body fat with babies, lass,” he growls, sweat rolling down the side of his face and dripping onto the floor. “Ye’d be ordering me to put the next one in ye. And the next.”
Those words.
Little body.
Babies.
Ordering me.
They make me cry out and I don’t think, I simply plunge my fingers into my panties, finding myself saturated. And there is something about being genuinely aroused and uninhibited that allows me to find that spot for the first time. My clitoris. I gasp at the discovery, immediately shoving my panties down to get a better angle with my wrist, ripping them down to my knees. Bringing my fingers back to that nub and whimpering.
And Duncan bellows my name, his swollen trunk of flesh jerking and spilling milky wetness into a puddle on the floor. His hands are still behind his head, his stomach knitted up in a painful manner, that huge staff releasing, swelling, releasing again and again, his lower body humping the air as if it’s a woman. As if it’s me.
The sight of his passion on the floor is mesmerizing.
Thrilling.
I love it. I love what I made him do. Without the use of his hands.
But my instinct has me shaking my head with disappointment.
“Look at what you did without permission.” I spread my thighs, just a little, stretching the lace panties around my knees. “What if I wanted it inside of me?”
Duncan groans brokenly, frustration making the veins on his neck stand out. “I’ll make it hard again for you, angel.”
“No,” I pout, starting to pull up my panties, even though my flesh is crying out for friction, for touch. This torturing of him is only stoking that passion. “It’s too late.”
“No.” His hands drop from behind his head and he crawls forward on hands and knees, shoving my knees open and tearing the lace from my sex with his teeth. His eyes are feverish, desperate, his tongue lapping at me without preamble, stroking over my clit side to side to side.
The erotic sensation floods me with need. With sharp-edged hunger.
I squirm, unable to bear it all at once.
But I didn’t issue this order, I didn’t give permission, and I’m not letting go of my newfound freedom so easily, so I slap him across the face—
Slap.
—and he moans, loving it, pressing his face into my palm with gratitude, as if I issued a caress, instead of a reprimand. “That’s my fierce little girl.” He licks me crudely, curling his tongue around my clitoris. “Now spread your fucking legs.”
Then he dips his face to my lap again, lower, teasing that button mercilessly, grunting, spitting on me to keep me soaked and delivering this amazing, wet, continuous contact, until my hips arch off the throne and I start sobbing, my thighs wrapping around his head. My sense of sight deserts me, jet engines roaring in my ears a second before light explodes behind my eyes, relief like I didn’t know existed wracking me, turning me into a plucked tuning fork, wave after wave of rapture clenching my intimate muscles.
My scream carries through the marble halls, intermingling with his animal grunts, and I hear the splash of him releasing on the floor again, at the foot of my throne.
And I don’t know where this is going.
I don’t know who this man is going to be to me or what we’ve unleashed.
But for now…
I’m in charge until I’m not.
I’m the queen until I’m just his little princess. Like now.
When Duncan opens his arms to me, I leap into them like a spoiled, overwrought, overindulged child, burying my face in his neck. Once again a doll in the arms of her giant. The fight and authority gone out of me, leaving a young, exhausted teenager in their wake.
I let him carry me upstairs to bed, not a stitch of clothing to hide me from the paintings. I’m unconscious before my head even hits the pillow, but I dream of him watching me with a wild air of obsession, dream of his looming figure in the corner of my room and I sleep more soundly than I ever have in my life.
Chapter 5
Duncan
I watch her as long as possible without getting caught.
When she starts to rouse in her bed and I consider climbing into the sheets with her, rolling her naked body on top of mine to see if she’ll rub all over me like a drowsy kitty, I know it’s time to leave. This morning, I was granted the treasure of a lifetime and I will not push it. I will not be greedy with the angel. I’m still drunk on the taste of her virgin cunt. It haunts my tongue hours later as I arrange her painting equipment in the moonlit courtyard.
Wanting to please her.
God help me, it’s all I want to do for the rest of my life.