Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
My heart expanded, and a tear slipped down my cheek. “For a man who didn’t want to parent not too long ago, you sure talk about kids a lot.”
He smiled and trailed his fingers down my cheek. “I need you to remember the word red. If anything I do makes you uncomfortable or you want me to stop, say red, and I’ll stop. Instantly.”
I was confused. What was he going to do that I required a word? “Is stop not good enough?”
“Of course it is, Angel, but you might say stop and regret it. You might decide to say stop, but want me to keep going. Red is easy to remember because we’re programmed to see the color as a warning sign. If you need me to slow down, say orange.”
The sheer excitement of possibilities made me want to go all in. “Okay.”
“I love you, Sarena. I never thought I could fall in love with anyone. I closed off that part of myself years ago. But then you tripped into my life, and there was no going back. I need you to know that no matter what, I love you. I will protect and take care of you. You’re always safe with me. I may wear a suit, live in an enormous apartment, and have enough food in my fridges to feed a small country, but I came up on the streets. Out there, your word is the only thing you’ve got, and my word is yours.”
More tears trickled down my face. I cried for the little boy he once was and all the horrors he’d gone through. I cried for the man he’d become; strong, dependable, and loving. I cried for our past and our future. My tears were a tangled web of sorrow and joy, regret, and hope.
His finger moved over my cheek, collecting a stray tear before placing it in his mouth. “Even your tears are sweet, Sarena. But I need to know that you trust me. The sex I like isn’t derivative of the man I am. In the bedroom, I own you. You’re my toy, a hole for me to fuck. But know this, my sweet Angel; it’s you who owns me. All my broken fucked up pieces and all my best parts belong to you. Do you trust me, Sarena?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I did trust him. I trusted Sebastian more than any other man in my life. More than any other person. I wasn’t sure if it was logical or sound, but it was my truth. This deep intuitive pull kept telling me this man was my rock, my sounding board, and my protector.
He grabbed my dress and pulled me toward him. “Tell me, Angel, did you follow instructions?” His hand moved under my skirt, and his finger invaded my pussy without warning. “Already wet for Daddy. I love how responsive my little whore is.”
I was always aroused with Sebastian. He was my vagina’s personal lubricant. A moan escaped my lips as his fingers probed inside me. One, then two before he scissored them. He removed them all too quickly, leaving a void in his wake.
“You know what I think would make this beer taste better?”
“No, Daddy.”
And that was when I felt the tip of the glass beer bottle moving through my folds. I froze, and panic unleashed in my bloodstream. I knew there was nothing to fear because Sebastian would never hurt me, but I wasn’t sure about having glass shoved up my vag. Sebastian was gentle, kind, and considerate, but he was another man in the bedroom. During sex, he was dominant, savage, and aggressive. I didn’t know where this would lead, and a big part of me loved that.
“What are you going to do, Daddy?”
In a flash, his hand was squeezing my throat, and even with the brutal force of his touch, I felt safe. He glided the neck of the bottle into my pussy, and the cold sensation against my hot nerve endings caused my eyes to roll back.
“I do what I want to my fuck hole, Angel, and right now, I want your cunt juice all over my beer. If you don’t watch yourself, I may shove the whole thing up your sexy pussy and drink straight from the source. I like that idea, baby. You squatting over my face, stretched out and gaping while alcohol and cum leak out of you into my waiting mouth.”
I hissed as he pushed the bottle up high. Fear set in, and I wondered if he’d shove the entire bottle inside me like he’d said. “You like that, don’t you, slut? Do you want Daddy to shove it all the way up your pretty fuck hole?”
Chapter Fifteen
Sebastian
This fucking girl. I never believed in “the one” until her. Sarena was everything I could want in a partner. She was beautiful, kind, intelligent, dependable, warm, and kinky. I wasn’t sure how she’d take my urges since she was a virgin, but the girl didn’t even warn me. She let me bang her like an animal and loved every damn minute of it.