Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“Why don’t you kiss me then? You’re walking me around naked…”
“Naked and wet.” I unbutton my shirt and spread it apart. She reaches for me with a gasp but I step back, motioning toward a special outfit hanging on an otherwise empty bar with a mirror behind.
“Put that on.”
I settle onto the tufted leather wingback chair in the center of the closet and regard my naked princess with awe.
Her hands are shaking as she fidgets with the soft white nightgown.
Her cheeks roar aflame as she turns toward me. “You got all of this for me? Today?”
“I can make many things happen, baby. As I will for you and us from now on. Now, be a good girl, put on your nighty for me.”
My eyes trail down her body, appreciating every lush curve. The fantasy I’ve played over and over in my mind for so many years is standing right in front of me as Chasity takes the sweet cotton nightgown from the hanger and lets it fall over her head.
“Turn around.”
She does and I growl out loud. The length is perfect. It hits her just under her ripe ass cheeks and is just see-through enough to show me her stunning form with the light from behind.
She’s sin personified. My private Lolita.
I can’t take my eyes off her, I never want her out of my sight.
“Bend over,” I order, and she obeys without hesitation. “Grab your ankles.”
Her immediate compliance only makes me fall deeper in love with her.
Love.
I am fucking in love with her. It’s impossible and illogical and I don’t give a fuck.
“Good girl,” I breathe out as she swings her hair from her face as it hangs between her knees, shaking her ass at me with a feline grin. “You’re like a cat in heat. Showing me your pussy to take.”
She only tilts her head to the side, her hips swaying, torturing me. “Why don’t you fuck me and I’ll show you how in heat I am?”
I smile. “You know, I always felt that once you set your mind on something, you’d make sure you get it.”
Her eyes are glazed. “And right now, I want that cock you’re keeping from me.”
I grin. Even after I left her apartment in a fit of paranoia, I still knew. Deep down, I knew she was the one.
After I sent her back to work today, I made some changes, most of which won’t play out fully until tomorrow. She’s getting a big fucking promotion for one. No more interning for her, she’s the one behind a few of the best campaigns in her group since she arrived. She’s got a new office, although if I had my way, she’d be on the upper floors with me, but for now I want her to receive the just rewards she deserves.
The next thing I did was have her fake friend, Sasha, fired, after Chastity and I left today. I haven’t told her yet. I will, but I know she will feel guilty or some shit and I’m not having that. Not today. The fact that I’ve claimed her as mine has nothing to do with the promotion. But I'm afraid Chastity will have a hard time believing that.
My teeth clench as she leans closer, and I stand, taking my place behind her, her tits hanging as I squeeze her ass from behind. She moans and tries to push back into my palm.
“Stand up, babygirl. Slowly, you might be dizzy after hanging your head down.” I help her ease up, her eyes unfocused for a moment. “You okay?”
She nods as I lead her out of the closet, through the bedroom and into the living room, and make her sit atop the large blue ottoman that’s against the glass wall of the penthouse.
“Spread your legs. I like you to be like this when we’re alone. Always ready for Daddy.” I step an inch away and inhale deeply, the sweetest scent of her arousal tickling my nostrils.
She shudders as I run the backs of my fingers through her drenched folds. “Please,” she whimpers, and I know what she wants but I like her needy.
Besides, I’ve got the best Thai food in Manhattan on its way, because my baby needs to eat and I’m going to be the one to feed her.
Right on time, the doorbell rings and the curse splitting the silence of my apartment is hers. She’s groaning in frustration, stomping her little feet on the wood floor as I smile to myself and move toward the door, leaving her wallowing in her tantrum.
I’m enjoying her painful anticipation.
But the need is making me burn, and my cock is about to revolt.
CHAPTER 15
JACKSON
I pull out the containers of takeout I’ve ordered and lay them out on the kitchen counter.
“Bring that sweet, wet pussy here and sit.” I nod to the leather stool at the kitchen island and watch her as she takes little steps forward, then hops up into the seat as I sit down next to her.