Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Jas forces a ball gag into my mouth, tightening the buckle behind my head before I can utter a sound. My heart is pounding, waves of adrenaline rushing through my body. My mouth is already responding to the forced object inside it, and a dribble of saliva runs down my chin. I whimper as Jas' hand lingers on my cheek, comforting me without saying a word.
There are so many things I want to say to him, but he won't give me the chance. Instead, he moves his hand from my cheek down to my neck, squeezing and cutting off my breath. I choke and sputter, more spit dripping from my gagged mouth.
Suddenly, I remember the laptop.
Did he look at it? Did he see it? My shame? My filthiest fantasies, all of them saved in neatly organized order for my viewing pleasure. The thought that he's forced himself into my life this way, stolen even more of my secrets, pisses me off, and I thrash wildly against my handcuffs in a desperate attempt to get the hell away from him.
He reappears and gets on top of me, and when he pulls the duvet off my body, there's not an inch of my skin that remains hidden. Why on earth did I decide to sleep naked tonight? I let out a muffled groan as Jas forcefully parts my legs. The moonlight reveals his face – he’s wearing a stoic mask, but the vision breaks apart when he smirks.
"I'm only giving you what you want, Petal," he tells me in a low growl before burying his head between my legs.
He sucks and licks me to the point my limbs start hitting the bed. I don't know whether I'm scrambling to get away from him, or to get more. His touch feels like fire, and my body wants to be licked by its flames.
"Don't tell me this isn't what you've been hoping for," he speaks up again from between my legs. "I've seen your browsing history, you dirty slut."
Instantly, my cheeks are aflame and Jas smirks, chuckling at my obvious discomfort. "Yes, Pet, I've seen it all. Every filthy little fantasy you've ever had, all spelled out for me. And then it fucking hit me."
He slaps my pussy without warning, hard enough to make me yelp and send shockwaves through my body. I hate how much I love it, and shame keeps burning me from the inside as Jas goes on.
"You want this, slut. You want to be used, degraded. You want a fucking stalker, don't you? You want someone to follow you in the dead of the night, but that's not enough, is it?"
I cry out as my mouth fills with more saliva, but he pays me no mind, continuing his monologue.
"You want your stalker to take you. To drag you into a dark alley and treat you like the filthy little slut you are."
He unbuckles his belt and hungry, muffled moans fill the air when he takes out his engorged cock. It takes me a moment to realize the moans are coming from me.
" I'm here to give you what you want, Pet. I'll always know your nos mean yes, please, more. Always fucking more."
Hot tears begin to spill from my eyes, and I shut them tightly. I tell myself I don't want this, but it's a lie – it's obvious from the way I'm responding. In a way, I'm thankful Jas has gagged me – otherwise I’m sure I'd embarrass myself further by begging for more.
He plunges his cock inside me in one long, fluid motion that makes me mewl out loud. Jasper doesn't make love; he fucks me like he hates me. Punishing punches of his cock inside me make me wide awake and, within the third thrust, I'm already moaning, trying to shape the word please as best as I can through my gag.
I want him to do this to me. Not only because of the punishment, but also because this is my wildest fucking fantasy. Jas is letting me live to the very last detail.
My first orgasm takes me by surprise, ripping through my body with a shocking combination of force and need. Jas fucks me like I’m just a doll, driving his cock inside me like he's merely using my holes to get off. Like he doesn't give a shit whether I'm enjoying this or not. To my horror, it only serves to turn me on more.
"You filthy slut," he murmurs in my ear. "Dressed that way. Tempting every fucking man. You knew this was going to happen, didn't you, Petal? You wanted to get raped."
Another orgasm, this time even more heart-pounding than the last. I'm groaning, whimpering, when he finally pulls the gag free. I'm still handcuffed, gulping down sobs as he rolls the ball all over my pussy, soaking it in my juices.