Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I transferred the moisture back to my cock and continued to jerk myself, this time harder. I beat myself hard and pushed myself to the brink of an orgasm. I didn’t want to come in my hand, but I wanted to bring myself right to the edge. The saltiness of her pussy was smeared across my lips and tasted magnificent. I’d never had pussy that tasted so sweet.
Before I came, I rose on my knees again and pointed my cock at her tits. I gave myself a few more pumps before I exploded all over her, spraying my seed across those beautiful boobs. The white globs dripped toward her stomach, sliding down from their weight.
I admired my handiwork as I recovered from the orgasm that shook my core. I didn’t even fuck her, but it felt like I did. I licked my lips and still tasted her on my tongue. This was something I would definitely beat off to next time I was in the mood.
I ran my fingers through my hair then grabbed the towel Tristan’s men left for me. I cleaned myself up then tossed the towel onto the bed next to her so she could clean up my come that still dripped toward her belly button.
I pulled on my clothes and felt exhausted. I could fall asleep in that bed with her right now. To my surprise, I wasn’t even thinking about the money I was going to make off this deal with Tristan. Completely satisfied, I wasn’t thinking about anything.
I sat at the edge of the bed and realized my stupidity. How could she clean herself up if she was still chained to the headboard? I grabbed the towel and did the honors for her. It was the least I could do since I used her like a toy rather than a human being.
She watched me the entire time, her brown eyes not as guarded as they were at dinner.
I tossed the towel on the ground when I was finished then ran my hand through my hair. Now that I was done, I didn’t know what to say to her. Should I thank her? This wasn’t any different from the other slaves I’d slept with. All I had to do was walk out and go back to my life like this never happened.
So that’s what I did.
I pulled on my shoes and headed to the door.
“Wait.”
Her beautiful voice stopped me in my tracks. I loved the way it sounded in my ears, hearing a command from her. Even beaten and defeated, she was still one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. She was a woman who belonged to another man, but I didn’t see her that way. I turned around.
She tapped the edge of the bed with her foot, asking me to return.
I contemplated the request before I sat beside her. Just because I came didn’t mean I wouldn’t fuck her again. I could definitely get my sail up for that.
“It’s Cane, right?”
I nodded and stared at my hands. “You want me to stay so you can have a few more minutes of freedom?” Maybe she was dragging out my presence to keep the other guys out. As long as I was in there, they wouldn’t come for her. They wouldn’t punch her and objectify her. I wasn’t evil, but I was definitely a better alternative to them.
“Help me.”
I turned to her with both eyebrows raised. Of all the things I expected her to say, that wasn’t one of them. “Help you?”
“Yes…” She pulled on the chains and positioned her back against the headboard. Her knees were to her chest, hiding most of her nakedness from view. Her thighs were probably sticking to her stomach from my come. “Buy me from Tristan.”
“I’m pretty sure I could never afford you.” Tristan’s obsession with his slave was obvious. He would be an idiot not to be enamored of her soft qualities. When I saw her in the airport, I made a move without thinking twice about it. There was something about her that drove me wild. I probably would have fucked her if she were any other woman. Something about those brown eyes made me stop.
“I know you’re rich.”
“And how do you know that?”
“You wouldn’t be making a deal with Tristan unless you had money.” Her voice was a little deeper than the average woman, but I liked it. It was innately sexy and powerful. “And you aren’t like the rest of them.”
“I’m just like them, actually.” I committed crimes every single day. I did a lot of horrible things that had reserved my spot in hell a long time ago. “But worse.”
She shook her head like she didn’t believe me. “Please get me out of here.”
My cock started to harden in my jeans again. I liked hearing her beg. I fantasized about it in a different context. “Why should I help you?” I had more important things to do than help a slave.