Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
He kisses the top of my head. “You have a safe word. Use it. Do you remember it?”
“Chaos.”
“Good girl. Let’s practice.” He teases his fingers up my arm. It feels good until it reaches my neck.
The knife.
Pressing into me.
“C-Chaos,” I choke out when he touches the bandage.
His hand moves away. “See. You’re a good, good girl. Let’s try again.” He slides his hand over my stomach toward my pussy. Rather than touching me there, he sides it down to my thigh, gripping onto the spot that is still bruised.
“Chaos,” I whimper. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh,” he murmurs, his hand once again no longer touching me. “You think I don’t know you? You think I’m not right inside your head? I always have been, beautiful. It’s why we’re so connected. I know what you like and what scares you. I know your limits and you hold my leash. Together we’ll get through it. Even if it’s messy and fucked up, we’ll still get through it.”
“What if we can’t?”
“What if we can?”
“I’m being serious, Cal.”
“I am too. Fear can be debilitating. Don’t let it cripple you.”
He grabs the hem of my shirt and slowly eases it up. I allow him to rid me of my shirt. His fingers go to the clasp of my bra in the middle of my spine. With annoying, practiced ease, he flicks the snap, releasing it. My bra falls away, leaving me in my yoga pants.
“I’m scared,” I admit, my voice small and trembling.
“Scared, yes, but not defeated. Don’t forget your word, parasite.”
I snort at his stupid pet name as he kneels behind me. “Asshole.”
He kisses my spine as he eases my pants down over my hips. My heart is stuttering to the point I’m afraid it’ll stop. I whisper the safe word to see if I can say it. He hears. He somehow hears, pulling his hands away.
“I was just practicing,” I blurt out. “Go on.”
He kisses one of the dimples at the base of my back. “I’m going to lick your pussy. Unless you can’t handle that,” he taunts. “Say the word, loser. You know you want to.”
His taunting stokes the fire inside me.
“Nah, I’m good,” I joke, though my voice trembles. “I never say no to an orgasm.”
“Don’t forget,” he says, slapping my ass hard enough it stings. “You’re in charge. You always have been.”
A calm washes over me as he sheds me of the rest of my clothes. He rises to his feet and then begins undressing, albeit slowly because of his cast. Rather than assisting, I watch him, a growing hunger burning inside me. Once he’s naked and his beautiful pierced dick is bobbing eagerly, he sears me with a hot stare.
“I think we should nap instead.” He smirks. “Good night.”
I narrow my eyes in irritation as he lies down on the bed, flat on his back. He closes his eyes. I wait. One minute. Two.
“You dickhead,” I bite out, climbing onto the bed. “Tease.”
He grins, opening his green eyes. “Wanted to see if you were paying attention. Get on my face and let me kiss my pussy.”
His words thrill me. For a moment, I’m swept up in Cal, not thinking about that night or anyone. I straddle his head, grabbing onto the headboard. His hot breath tickles me as his hand caresses my ass.
“Come closer,” he growls. “Don’t be afraid of the big, bad wolf just because he bites.”
I chew on my bottom lip, slowly easing down. The second his tongue slides along my slit, I moan out in surprise. He doesn’t give me a chance to recover, simply squeezes my ass with his good hand, while he devours my pussy.
Pleasure zings through my every nerve ending. I shamelessly grind against his face, loving the way his tongue dips inside my pussy and his nose rubs against my clit. It’s messy and desperate, but I don’t care. He sucks on my pussy lips, even nipping at them from time to time. It’s overwhelming and crazy. I love it. I love him. I cry out when he runs his wicked tongue past my pussy to my ass, licking there too like he doesn’t have any sense. He then pushes his hot, wet tongue inside me, making me ache for his dick to replace it, stretching and filling me.
I’m trembling and aching with the need to come. It feels long overdue. Like I might explode if it doesn’t happen soon. Burning pain sears into me when his finger breaches my asshole, brutally exploring the depths there.
I’m not glass.
I won’t break.
Cal knows this and pushes me harder, making me realize this. It’s his way. Our way.
“Oh God,” I whimper, my muscles tightening as my climax builds.
He pulls his tongue out so he can suck on my clit, sending me hurtling over the edge. I cry out, whimpering his name, as I shudder wildly.