Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I giggle. “I bought something for you yesterday,” I say. “Give me two minutes.”
I turn to get up from the bed, but he grabs my ankle as I hop on the other foot, trying to keep my balance. “Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long.” I smile, and he slowly releases me, not satisfied.
I race out of the room rather giddily. It’s been two weeks since Alek kicked Cinita out, and Alek’s been staying here every night since. We’ve fallen into a comfortable routine. Orbiting each other around my rehearsals. It’s only another week until I perform for the first time with the new theater company, and I’m filled with anticipation and excitement.
The black box I left unopened is in my spare room. I wanted to hide it from him so it would be a surprise. Some of the auctions he and Anya run are sex themed, and although Alek hasn’t asked anything of me specifically, I’m certain I can try things with him.
I shuffle out of my pj’s and strap only the leather cuffs on my wrists. Alek has bought me all sorts of lingerie he’s wanted me to wear over the past few weeks while we’ve been in our bubble. Just us.
I’m certain I’ve lost a bit of weight between the rehearsals and all the sex. Because there is a lot of sex.
I come back to the room to find him holding up my pink vibrator with an arched eyebrow.
“Hey, I leave you for two minutes, and you snoop through my stuff?” I reprimand.
His gaze roams down my naked body, and his grip tightens on the vibrator. “And you come back like that.”
I bite my bottom lip and step forward. The spreader bar I’m carrying can be hooked between my legs or arms. Whatever way he might like.
“Come here,” he commands as I step forward. He grabs the bar and tugs me forward. I chuckle, my heart racing.
His gaze drifts to the hanging plant in the corner of my room, and I can see when an idea has sparked in his mind. His cock is rock hard as he leads me over to it. I’m confused at first, and maybe slightly concerned that the people in the building across the way can see us.
But Alek is unfazed as he removes the hanging plant from the hook.
“Okay, I have no idea what you’re doing,” I admit.
“Did I tell you to speak?” he growls.
I bite my bottom lip again as he pulls the bar over my head, and my eyebrows shoot up as it slips perfectly over the hook.
“Oh, I didn’t even think of that.”
Alek smirks as he grabs my throat, then he kisses me deeply, passionately, intoxicatingly. My arms begin to ache, and raise on my tippy-toes to try to relieve the pain.
He flips my pink vibrator in his hand. “When was the last time you used this?” he asks as he walks over to my bedside table, and I can’t help but admire his ass as goes.
“I’ve been preoccupied with work for quite some time; no time for men,” I confess.
“Really?” he asks as he saunters back to me, cracking his neck from side to side. He squirts lube along my vibrator and then on his other hand. I’m confused at first, but then he rubs the toy against my clit and switches it on.
“Have you been fucked in the ass, sunshine?” he asks.
My eyes widen and I swallow hard. “No, just a finger once,” I admit.
His lubed hand snakes around to my ass, and I realize suddenly why he’s asking. He flicks to the next level up on the vibrator, and I moan. Oh fuck, it’s hard to focus.
“You know how much I love this ass, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper as he shoves the vibrator in, little by little, teasing and stretching my pussy bit by bit. But I’m confused as I try to focus on where his other hand is going.
“Can I have your ass, sweetheart?” Nerves shoot through me as look down at his hard cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you tonight.”
“Thank fuck, because your cock’s way too big,” I blurt out, relieved.
A masculine smile passes over his lips. “Do you think this is too big?” he asks, pulling the vibrator out and raising it to my eye level. But as he does, his finger that’s rimming my asshole pushes in.
It stretches me, and I’m both elated and unsure as the blood drains from my arms. I’m almost entirely suspended and at his mercy.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “But I trust you.”
“You tell me if it’s too much, sweetheart,” he says as he reinserts the vibrator, and I lean into it, moaning as he slowly but surely tortures me with it. His thumb slides into my ass gently. And I’m self-conscious but also in pure bliss. I feel full as he syncs the movement of the toy to that of his thumb.