Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
She sucks in a breath and licks her lips. “Please … punish me for my sins.”
I could listen to her say those words every second of the day.
Instead, I jump up and charge at her, clasping her throat in a single hand. She shudders, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead as I tilt her head backward and look at the pale skin underneath my fingers. She’s vulnerable, completely at my mercy … perfect.
And all it took was a nudge, a single instance of seeing the truth in front of her own eyes.
All this time, I was searching when the answer to the problem was right in front of me.
She saw in Anna what she could never see when she looked at me: Her own guilt.
And now she’s come to repent.
Her crystal clear eyes peer straight into mine, and I can’t help but feel moved. She came to me out of her own free will. And now I will be her undoing.
I push her down, down, down until her legs cave underneath her, and she slowly kneels on the carpet. I go back to my armchair to sit down again and continue watching her, wishing I could see into her mind.
“What do you think will happen now?” I ask, rubbing my chin.
“You will do whatever you want with me,” she replies with a sigh. “And I will obey.”
“Why?” I ask. “Give me one good reason.”
We stare each other down for a second. Her answer is the single most important thing right now, and there is only one right one.
“I don’t want to be free. Not without knowing why I was here. I need to know. I want to know the truth. To confess,” she says, every word costing her more of her soul.
A wicked smile spreads across my lips. “I’ve waited forever for those words.”
A blush spreads across her cheeks.
“And what do you think I want you to do?” I ask, cocking my head.
She’s silent for a moment before twisting her hand behind her back and peeling away the zipper that holds her dress together until it falls to the floor and leaves her completely naked on her knees.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on and make me rock hard.
As I shift in my seat, the burning pain in my back is a constant reminder of what it costs me to go over the edge. But for her, I’m willing.
“Come,” I say.
She gets up as I command her to and walks over to me. Her pink, supple body is such a pretty sight to behold, especially in those high heels.
“Why did you take off your dress?” I ask.
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“Perhaps,” I mutter.
“I’ve been wondering … Why did you give me only dresses to wear?” she asks.
“Because it’s what you wore that night,” I reply.
Her face grows stone-cold as though she’s upset she can’t remember, but I can.
If only she knew.
My hand inches forward, and I touch her naked waist with a single fingertip, dragging it all the way down over her belly button until she gasps. “And unwrapping is half the fun,” I reply, stopping right before her pussy.
Her cheeks flush again as her lips part. “I’m sorry, I thought—”
I swiftly plant a finger on her lips to make her stop. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
My other hand slides down her thigh to her knee and back up again until her entire body is covered in goose bumps. Then I lean over the side of my seat and grab the knife sitting in a block. Her eyes immediately widen, and her body tenses up. I hold her in place as I bring the knife close.
I look up into her eyes. “Don’t. Move.”
It’s not just a command. It’s a dare. A dare to see this through until the end.
And as I drag the knife all the way from her knee up to her pussy, she shudders in place, fear striking her hard.
“What are you so afraid of?” I ask, narrowing my eyes as I slide the blade across her sweet, pink skin, wishing it was my tongue instead. I run it across her belly and go all the way to the top, circling her nipples until they’re peaked. “Do you think I’ll hurt you?”
Her lips quiver. “Maybe …”
“Do you think I could?” I ask.
She nods.
“Do you think I want to?”
Her lips part, but she hesitates.
I stop and pull it away from her, leaning back into my chair just to admire the view. “Sit,” I growl, and I pat my lap.
She does what I ask, but not without the inner turmoil clearly showing on her face. But she begged me to do it … so I will give her everything I have to offer.
Her ass feels so good against my pants that I find myself fantasizing about biting into it. Maybe another time … after.