Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
“But first, I need to make something clear.” I grabbed the V-neck, moved it to the side, and exposed her collarbone. The lovely scar shaped into a C greeted my eyes.
She shivered. “W-what are you going to do?”
“It’ll depend on how much you’ll cooperate.”
She widened her eyes.
“I’m going to let you go. When I do, get on the bed and lay on your back.”
Her eyes watered. “And. . .if I don’t?”
“Then, you’ll run and I’ll grab you. And all of this will take longer. And the longer that it takes, the more my patience begins to slip too. And perhaps I’m rougher than I would have been if you simply obeyed.”
She parted her lips.
“What’s your decision?”
A tear spilled from her eye. “I’ll do what you want.”
My heart warmed. My dick jerked in my pants, waking up and getting excited.
Meanwhile, that tear and it’s wet path down her cheek captured me. So entranced, I leaned forward and licked the drop into my mouth.
She whimpered and stirred under me.
Then, I licked at the tear’s wet trail, starting at the center of her cheek and stopping at the corner of her eye.
She trembled against my tongue.
It tasted so good. Salty, yet sweet.
My body vibrated with hunger.
I whispered against her face. “How could you ever think this would end?”
“I thought. . .”
I brushed my lips against her cheek. “What did you think?”
“I thought that. . .” Her breasts pushed against me as she breathed. “I thought that all you would care about is the money or my telling the police about your soul coffin.”
I slipped my lips to her ear and whispered, “And now what do you think?”
“That you’re crazier than I thought.”
“Now, you’re making sense.” Stepping back, I let go of her handcuffed wrists. “It’s always good to know that about me.”
She lowered her cuffed hands in front of her.
I took another step back. “Go to the bed.”
She nervously walked forward. “W-what are you going to do?”
“Whatever I want.”
She climbed onto the bed, struggling a little due to the cuffed wrists. “Can you go deeper with that answer?”
“I could, but it would take away from the fun.” I gazed down at her sexy body and that cute, blue pajama short set.
She lay on her back, helpless and scared.
My hard dick pushed against my pants.
Hot lust pulsed within me. “Raise your wrists above your head, but make sure you’re relaxed.”
She obeyed.
I bent down and picked up the chef’s knife from the floor. “What did you think when you opened the gift and saw this?”
“I screamed on the inside, rushed to the bathroom, and vomited.”
Shocked, I opened my mouth.
“Why?” She looked at me like I was crazy. “What did you want me to do?”
I twisted the knife back and forth. “I was hoping your pussy got wet.”
She pursed her lips together and turned her gaze to the ceiling.
I walked closer and tilted my head to the side. “Did it?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does.” Still holding the knife, I climbed onto the bed. The mattress sagged and creaked under my weight. Then, I hovered above her. “Look at me.”
Trembling, she turned her gaze my way.
“Did your pussy get wet when you saw the knife?”
Her bottom lip quivered.
I yearned to suck on it.
Patience.
I put my free hand on the bed to balance me over her. With the other hand, I put the tip of the knife on her bottom lip. “Did your pussy get wet, Phoenix?”
Her eyes went down to the knife’s blade. “Yes.”
“So, your panties were wet?”
“Yes.”
“Soaking?”
“No. Just moist.”
“Hmmm. We’ll have to change that.”
She snapped her view to me.
I slipped the knife’s sharp blade over her chin.
Her breathing quickened.
I slid the blade lower, caressing the curve of her neck.
Her chest quickly rose and fell.
She closed her eyes.
“No.” I moved the blade to the V-neck collar. “Open your eyes.”
“W-why?” She looked at me. “What do you want to see?”
“I like to watch your pupils dilate.”
She blinked. “Why?”
I pressed the edge of the knife under the first button. “Regardless of a person’s sexual orientation or what we think we need, the truth of our lust always lays within the eyes.”
“How do you know that?”
“In seminary, we had a class called Human Desire and Sin. Once I read this study where they made tons of people look at erotic images and assessed their bodies’ reactions.” I sliced away at the first button.
She jumped and gazed down.
The button popped from the string, rolled over her covered breast, and fell to the bed. The top opened a little.
I pressed the blade under the second button. “When participants became aroused from the images, their pupils opened up as an unconscious reaction.”
She turned her face to the right as if trying to hide her pupils from me.
You won’t be able to hide anything from me anymore.
“Other studies measured arousal in other ways. Those studies didn’t focus on the eyes.” I drank her beautiful vision in, ready for the blood to drip along her skin.