Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Pleasure shot all the way down to my curling toes, a fresh climax of energy forcing me to flex every muscle. Stomach contracting, an internal vice griped about that thing inside me, sucked it deeper as it rippled in my internal grip.
Bits of his guttural groans blended with my building cries, and I realized that he was enjoying what he could make my body do while I was trapped in a blinding climax. With nothing more than a careful sweep of his thumb, he set sensitive nerves sparking to life.
I’m not sure how long it went on, but my insides moved of their own accord, his writhing cock battering against them in some ancient dance beyond my comprehension.
It was shamefully obvious that despite my complete ignorance, my body knew exactly what this was. My mind, on the other hand, was in a state of fright.
To know such pleasure while high on true distress? One of my hearts was going to burst. Panic and pleasure wove together; the more I resisted, the stronger the rapture. Egged on by the man’s fluttering touch.
Male fingers knew where to tease to spark a deeper physical thrill. He targeted my slippery new seam. Placed light rolling pinches to my nipples and devoured my whimpers with ravenous kisses upon my ear and neck. Rocking our bodies at the perfect pace to keep me gasping and clenching.
He kept me riding that line of mindful ecstasy past the point of cruelty.
I couldn’t speak. There were tears of frustration, but mostly I was a radiant animal crying out her pleasure to any who might hear.
Never having been a particularly vocal person, I didn’t know that voice. Was totally unaware I could make such trills and moans. And I would have been mortified had I any self-control.
When it finally began to abate and even his touches could not encourage my core to contract anymore, I sagged, completely in his power. Face to his hard chest, little zips of sensation working their way inside me, I sobbed at the unfairness of it all.
How could he do these things to me? Why did my body respond when my mind despised him with such violent fervor?
I had been submitted against my will. Defeated by a stronger predator on every level. Unable to bear another moment, I capitulated in a bid for mercy.
Pleading was all I might have left. Voice half a sob, half rattled by uncomfortable breath, I implored, “I am begging you not to do that again.”
It was gentle how he held me, considering the trauma he’d just inflicted. Even his pleasure-laced voice was soft as he said, “I know you are frightened, but you have my word, my cock inside you is not causing harm. Relax, submit, and understand that my knot will not recede for some time. I will take care of you.”
There was an entire limb of an unwelcome man inside me, the balloon that locked it in, his knot, obliging me to bear it when I wanted it out. How was a person supposed to relax under those circumstances?
My need for details, for some slice of knowledge only he seemed to possess, drove me to pant out a question. “What is it doing to me?”
Hand to my hair, he massaged my scalp. “Your reproductive tract is a labyrinth of repository glands. Each must be coerced into expanding until full. The male knot assures the female cannot seek another mate until the victor is done seeding and sealing each pocket. Once you have received all you need, your body will signal to me that this first mating is complete. Only then will my knot recede. As of now, your body wants more.”
Collapsed against him, I whispered, “More what?”
A kiss to the top of my head. “Sperm. The fluid your contractions are enticing out of me. My genetic material will fertilize every egg you were born with. Our future children are being created in this moment. Right here”—a gentle palm landed on my round stomach—“where you will keep our embryos safe until the time is right to implant and grow them.”
My children were being created on the floor of an office… after violence and pain.
It was unthinkable.
“You held me down and forced yourself inside me.” Saying it out loud left me shivering and cold. “You didn’t have my permission.”
With gentle strokes up and down my spine, an unapologetic man held me close. “I know.”
He rubbed my back and rocked me on his knot when I began to sob.
How could this possibly be pleasing to him? “I’ve always hated you.”
Fingertips began to massage my nape, working out the ache at the base of my skull. “Hate me all you will. Yet recognize that I have heard your song since you were twelve. It was difficult to maintain composure when you were right there, beautiful and perfect and vulnerable. For ten long years, I resisted every animal instinct to claim you, even though there was absolutely no one who could prevent me. But you were so young—not yet old enough to handle me physically without serious damage. Nor were you mature enough to understand what was taking place between us. You needed time. I suffered the wait, and would have tested my willpower another year or two if you had not forced my hand by seeking your ruin”—his voice grew dark—“with a stranger in the streets.”