Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I’m his and he’s mine, and tonight we won’t have to hide it anymore.
I grin at my own reflection. A sparkly halo floats above my head, attached to the headband in my hair. A little pair of feathery wings bounce on my back. My boobs are barely contained in the white corset-style top, decorated with sequins and sparkles.
The tutu-style skirt tops off the outfit with its layers of short glittery white tulle. I look like the world’s naughtiest angel, and it’s perfect. Perhaps a little too much or too little for a work party, but I feel good in it despite how much of me is on show. Sean’s adoration of my body and the compliments he showers me with constantly have me looking at myself with kinder eyes.
“You’re killing me here, sweetness,” Sean’s voice calls through the closed door. “Stop making me wait and let me see you.”
I unlock the door to find him waiting right outside, his hand braced on the doorframe. His eyes widen as he takes me in, and I shuffle on my feet shyly.
“Fucking hell, Savannah,” he groans. I’m about to ask him if he likes it, but all that comes out of my mouth is a shriek as he grabs me, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me to the bed.
I land on my back, and in seconds, he’s over me, his hands finding mine and pinning me down. I bite back a moan, desire pooling between my legs. For someone who was a virgin until a couple of weeks ago, Sean’s turned me into a sex addict. I want him all the damn time.
“Do you like it?” I manage to ask breathily, blinking up at him.
“You are not wearing that outside this house,” he growls, making me shiver. I pout up at him.
“Why? I like it!” I argue playfully, watching as he goes feral.
Once again, he grabs me, moving my body into whatever position he wants. I squeal as I’m flipped over, braced across his lap with my head pressed against the blankets and my ass in the air. I wriggle, but I can’t move much under his hands.
“Do you like driving me fucking mad, sweetness?” Sean growls, his hand trailing up my bare leg to cup my ass beneath my skirt. I’m bared to him in this position, the tutu doing nothing to hide my skin from him. “Such a filthy little angel. Look at you, already dripping for me. Christ, Savannah. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I whimper at his words and the way he strokes the skin of my thighs and my ass, so close to where I’m desperate for him.
“Who do you belong to, sweetness?” he asks, a dark demand to his tone.
“You,” I answer immediately, pressing myself against his hand, silently asking for more.
“Exactly,” he growls, and I jump as his hand comes down hard on my ass. Oh my god, he just spanked me.“You’re fucking mine. This perfect, sinful body is mine. Mine to touch and mine to fuck and mine to see.”
I nod into the mattress, his words casting a hazy spell over me. Anticipation winds me up tight.
“Only. Mine. Savannah.” Every word is punctuated by another slap of his hand, my ass burning with each strike.
The pain is sharp and hot, but I don’t shy away from it. It drives my need higher, making me feel just as crazy as he says I make him.
“You might be dressed like an angel, but you’re a very bad girl,” Sean tells me, squeezing the sore part of my ass as I moan. “Bad girls get punished, sweetness.”
“Please,” I beg, feeling my arousal soak my thong.
Sean chuckles, and his finger is pressed against my center, swiping through the wetness there. “Three more, angel,” he says. “Count every one for me like a good girl.”
“One,” I gasp as he spanks me, delicious pain blooming. My hips buck, searching for friction as my pussy pulses with desperation.
“Do you know what I’ll do if anyone else sees you dressed like this?” His voice is close to my ear, warm breath tickling my skin. “If anyone sets eyes on this gorgeous fucking body?” He spanks me again, and I gasp out as I try to concentrate on his words. “I’ll fucking blind them, sweetness.”
“Three!” I whimper, dizzy from his words and his touch. “Sean…”
“Nobody gets to look at you but me. Do you understand me?”
“Yes!” I shout as he cups me possessively, pressing his fingers against my swollen clit. I grind down on him as best I can in my position, searching for relief.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he groans as I wriggle in his lap, feeling the long, hard proof of just what I do to him against my thigh. “Fuck, I need to have you. Need to have my come dripping out of this sweet pussy so you don’t forget who you belong to all night.”