Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“What do you want me to do?” I whisper, and that was the right thing to say since his eyes light up.
“I want you to remove everything but your heels, then walk over to the bed and get on all fours so I can look at you.” I never break eye contact as I reach behind me to unclasp the bra. “Turn around when you take off the panties,” he adds. “Bend at the waist. I want to see all of you.”
Holy shit, it’s getting hot in here. I go slowly and listen for the sound of his breath catching when I work the waistband down over my ass, then my thighs. I feel the warm air on my pussy and asshole and know he can see them both.
He might control the situation, but I feel powerful as I cross the room, knowing he’s glued to my every movement. I take my time climbing onto the bed and remain on all fours so he can inspect me again. I’m so wet, so ready.
“What should I do to you?” he murmurs, drawing nearer. “Run an ice cube down your crack until you beg me to stop? Maybe I’ll put it inside you and hold your legs closed so you have no choice but to let it melt in there.” His fingers skim my ass cheeks, and I can’t help but moan a little, closing my eyes.
“No,” he finally decides. “I have a better idea. Lie on your back with your feet close to the end of the bed.”
He’s busy doing something as I arrange myself, and soon, I know what it is. He was pulling red satin restraints from one of his bags. Restraints that he ties around one ankle before knotting the other end around the nearest bedpost. My already wet pussy gets wetter when he ties the other ankle, leaving my legs spread, knees in the air.
Then he wraps one around my wrists, binding them together before attaching the other end to the headboard. My arms are over my head, my naked body is covered in goose bumps, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.
“There’s not a more beautiful sight on this planet than you right now.” He walks around the bed slowly, one measured step after another, his eyes never leaving me. “Tied up like this, completely at my mercy. Wondering what I’ll do next.” He comes to a stop between my parted thighs and runs the backs of his fingers over my exposed pussy, dragging the middle finger between my lips and teasing my entrance until I squirm and whimper. “So wet. It’s enough to make me think you like this.” He probes me, sliding the tip of his finger in and out. “Is that true? You like this? Tied up like a fuck toy, waiting for me to use you?”
There’s only one answer I can give. “Yes!” I gasp, struggling to bear down on his finger and pull him deeper but unable to move very much thanks to the way he arranged me. Which, of course, is exactly what he had in mind.
“Greedy girl. You don’t get satisfaction until I decide to give it to you. Understood?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Not good enough. I want a yes or no. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl.” He reaches into his back pocket one more time, withdrawing a final strip of satin. I know where it’s going to go, and I lift my head so he can drape it over my eyes and tie it. My heart’s racing, and my breath comes faster. I trust him completely, with all of me, but it’s still a little nerve-racking when I don’t know exactly what he has in mind.
“I’ve been thinking about this ever since I found this place,” he murmurs. I wish I could see him, but his voice tells me he’s still standing beside the bed—and now, he’s lowering his zipper. “Imagining what I would do once I had you like this. How many different ways I could use you. How many times I could make you come.”
I’m getting wetter with every word he speaks, leaving a puddle under me.
The mattress shifts as he climbs up beside me. I open my mouth when his thumb strokes the seam of my lips, and he inserts the digit. “Show me what a good girl you’ll be when I feed you my cock,” he growls. I suck him in deeper, using my tongue in slow, sensuous circles. “Hungry for me, are you? Hungry for the taste of it? You like it when I fill your mouth, don’t you?”
I let him go so I can speak. “Yes!”
He cups the back of my head, positioning me just right before rubbing the tip of his cock over my mouth. “Let’s see what you can do with this.” I extend my tongue to swipe it over him, and he groans helplessly before thrusting inside without warning, almost choking me with the force.