Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I look sternly at her. “There are things I want to do that I’m not sure everyone can handle, Clara. Things I’m not sure a sweet angel like you can handle. Dark things. Extreme things.”
She crosses her arms. “I’m not as innocent as I seem, you know. I’ve seen dark things too. And I’ve gone to dark places. I didn’t just prance on into this mansion from the land of sunshine and rainbows, you know.”
So she thinks she knows darkness? She thinks she can handle my desires? Talking about it, thinking about it, it’s all enough to get my cock throbbing beneath my slacks again.
My glare becomes authoritative. “Stand up, Clara.”
She swallows, but ultimately obeys. I rise to go behind her. I steal away my robe, tossing it to the side. I hike up her nightgown, only to find there are no panties beneath. This girl just keeps getting better and better.
I unzip myself as I bend her over the table, slapping away the plates, leaving a mess and a clatter of chaos on the floor below. I run my hand over her slit. Of course she’s dripping wet for me. If she’s the girl I hope she is, she’ll always be dripping wet for me.
I thrust my cock right inside her and she moans loud, echoing through the emptiness of the room. She tightly squeezes my cock, her warmth and heat driving me wild. Holding her down against the table, I fuck her. Raw and hard. I don’t hold back. She thinks she can take me? She thinks she can go as dark as I want? Then I’m going to test her.
I use her. There’s no illusion of lovemaking here. She’s pinned down on the table, and I’m shoving my cock into her like she’s nothing more than my sex toy. In and out of her I slam back and forth, and to my surprise, she starts bucking back against me. Even as she squirms under my hold, she’s so fully into it.
I grunt louder and louder as I take her more fiercely, as I slam myself into her again and again. If she wants to be my willing vessel, she has to be able to take my abuse. To endure my pain, my pleasure, and my everything else.
My cock fully sheathes inside her, pushing the limits of her sex. She’s crying out louder and louder, the moans still very much ones of pleasure.
The kitchen door swings open, Irene stepping through. “Oh, Clara dear, do you...”
Irene takes one look at the scene in front of her, us rutting like animals, and that’s all it takes for her to turn around and go right back into the kitchen.
I wouldn’t have stopped this if my own mother walked through the door.
She’s too incredible. How tight she is around me, how she fucks me back, how she’s screaming for me to keep using her like this. She’s so sweet and innocent on the outside, but it’s a thin facade.
At least when it comes to sexual desires, she may well be as dark and twisted as I am.
I’m pounding her like I’m a machine, my hard member impaling her again and again. I feel her quiver, I feel her tremble, and soon she can’t take any more of what I’m doing to her. She screams in orgasmic ecstasy for me, and that’s all I need to get there too. My cock throbs and I tear it out of her, erupting all over her back, making a mess out of her right after she cleaned herself up.
She better get used to that.
She’s splayed out on the table in front of me, aching and ragged.
I feel a surge of shame. At the slightest provocation, I rush into doing this?
Am I simply going to keep hiding behind the excuse that I need to test her?
7
CLARA
That’s certainly a way to start the morning.
I slept so sweetly last night. It wasn’t entirely because of the exertion of yesterday. I also have to credit a serious upgrade in my living situation. Sebastian set me up with a pretty nice bedroom, complete with a very plush, soft bed. After years of sleeping on a raggedy mattress, it felt heavenly to have a good one for a change.
Follow that up with a nice hot shower with some fine-smelling shampoo and soap, and I was feeling outright pampered.
I came down to the dining room, was greeted with breakfast from a professional chef, and served pancakes that were simply divine.
I feel like I need to remember all that because of what happened next.
Sebastian felt like my breakfast needed to be sausage instead—his sausage, specifically.
I look up at him now, and there’s a look of smug satisfaction he gives me as he’s putting his cock away. Usually when I’ve seen such an expression it hasn’t been earned, but Sebastian definitely earned his.