Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He enters my room and places me in the center of the bed. When I go to get up, I feel something wrap around my ankle. Then he moves to my hand, lifting and kissing the palm before he ties that too. When he grabs my other hand, I pull it away.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He reaches for my hand again, but he’s gentle as he secures it before he goes to my other leg.
“Bondage? Really?”
He steps away from the bed to pick up something from the floor. When he turns back to me, there is a knife in his hand.
“You do not get to touch me with that,” I warn, pulling on the restraints. Crue doesn’t say anything as he approaches, then stops at the end of the bed with his knife in hand.
I see a glimmer of something in his eyes. An almost playful smirk touches his lips as his gaze roams me up and down.
“Crue,” I warn.
He locks eyes with me. “Say my name again.”
“Asshole!” I yell and pull against the restraints.
“When I make you come, you better scream my name. Remember it on those lips when you do.” He leans down, lifts the fabric of my G-string at my hip, then cuts it with the knife.
“That was a very expensive piece of lingerie,” I tell him.
“I’ll buy you more,” he says before he moves to the side of the bed, where he proceeds to cut my already unbuttoned shirt away from me, leaving me in just my bra. “One piece left.” He touches my stomach with the hand holding the knife. He drags his fingers up, the knife sliding along my skin. It feels both hot and cold—hot from his fingers and cold from the knife. Before he gets to my breasts, he lifts my bra and slides the knife under the material, cutting it away as well.
“I liked that bra.”
“I’ll buy you the entire store,” he says, dropping the knife. He again moves to the end of the bed, looking down at me. His hand wraps around his cock, and I can’t look away as he slides his hand up and down the massive cock. “Now, remember, no lies.” I watch him, fascinated. “Did you miss me?”
“No,” I say immediately.
Crue releases his cock and slaps me hard on my clit. He smirks and pulls his hand back. “Maybe I didn’t ask the right question.” His arms hang at his sides now, and my pussy tingles from the spanking it just received. “Has your pussy, missed me?” I go to open my mouth when he holds up a finger.
“Lie, and you’ll be punished. Tell me the truth, and I’ll reward you.”
“No,” I tell him again, pulling against the restraints.
He turns and walks out the door. I struggle to try to free myself, but it doesn’t work. Crue comes back with the anklet I haven’t touched since I forcefully removed it the night he gave it to me. I really am out of my fucking mind for wanting this, aren’t I? He bends down to clasp the anklet back on, the dangling letter C cool against the skin of my ankle. Content with his gift once again gracing my body, he leans down and blows lightly between my legs before he slaps my clit again. Even though I pretend to hate it, my hips thrust up against my will, and he notices.
“Stop it,” I demand.
“Do you really want me to stop? The last time I was inside you, you quite enjoyed it.” This time, he lowers his mouth to taste me, spreading my pussy lips with his tongue.
I moan.
Shit.
“It’s not normal to hold someone against their will. Actually, it’s illegal,” I inform him.
He chuckles. “Lucky for you, I love to dabble in crimes.” He leans back down and licks me again.
Fuck me, why does his tongue have to feel so good down there? My ass lifts off the bed, and he does it again and again. Until his mouth pulls away, and I lift my hips, hoping to find him. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me.
“You will keep your eyes open,” he orders. I nod because now I’ve come to that part where I want to be a good girl and get what he’s promising me. “Top ten, huh?” he says, coming around the bed until he’s near my head. “Why do I feel like that’s a lie?” He fists his cock, leans forward, and rubs the tip against my lips. I lick it, my tongue darting around in circles. “See, princess, you’re such a good girl. I didn’t even have to ask you to do that.”
Crue sweeps an appreciative look down my body as I tug against the restraints. But I’m fixated on the way he strokes himself. How the muscles bulge in his arms, and he stands over me expectantly. It’s a slow, beautiful torture. “You’re so beautiful when restrained.”