Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“I’ve always believed you must be willing to leave the life you’ve selected, shed the perfectly laid plans, all the order, to find the person waiting for you.”
In a tone restricted by yearning and hesitation, Ryann says, “You say a lot of pretty words, Ryoichi.”
Anticipation ribbons from her lips in a tiny moan as I pull the white silk trim from the sheer curtains next to her. I trap her wrists in my hands. With brute force, I bring her breasts slamming against the rigidity of my chest and make quick work of binding her wrists behind her back.
“Alright, you think I’m putting on airs?” My light, airy laughter tickles across her lips as I growl, “I’ve waited so very long to tie you up, Ryann.” Days upon days.
“Oh, have you?” That innocent voice runs like silk over my manhood.
“If I got a little darker, saying that you belong tied up, on your knees, and at my mercy, how would you respond, bijin?”
Ryann stops admiring me to gulp. “I’d. . . I’d like that.”
Not yet, bijin, but you will.
I’ve unwrapped Ryann in no time, leaving her breasts restrained in black silk when I’d much instead observe them under the control of more roping.
My eyes focus on her silk bra. Simple. Sophisticated. Not overwhelmed by padding. I’ve walked away from women in the past because of their lingerie. I step forward, and Ryann softly wrestles with the knot at her wrists behind her back. The gravity of my gaze stills her.
“Good, you’re a quick learner.”
She snorts.
I kiss my way over the slopes of Ryann’s breasts, goosebumps growing everywhere my mouth relishes. Ryann takes solace against the wall, leaning back, eyes closed.
“Where should my lips go next, Ry?” I tease, nipping the pebbles through the thin fabric of her bra.
Voice heavy, she mews, “Anywhere, Ryoichi. Anywhere, please.”
Fully dressed, I leave Ryann naked by removing the knife from the inside of my blazer to snap her bra. Now, she’s at my mercy. I ravage every blessed inch of her breasts with my mouth, then descend to my knees. As my mouth follows the hollow area of her hip, I bring one of Ryann’s thighs over my shoulder, then the other.
“Oh, yes, please touch me . . . with your mouth.”
The flat of my tongue slides into her secret place. She jumps as if jolts of electricity have charged through her throbbing wet folds. Ryann thrashes over my shoulders. I reward her for allowing me the joy of bringing her to release by running my tongue over her clit in succulent swirls. The sheer act rotates her button like a fidget spinner.
Ryann screams. “Ryoichi, I-I can’t breathe. I’ve never- I’ve never, oh my friggen, oh my!”
As she’s desperate to climb to an orgasm only my tongue can provide, I hold her tiny clit siege in my mouth, popping it straight in to suck softly on it.
Once Ryann’s tumbled down from heaven, I let my nose run over her wet folds, inundating my senses. You don’t have to obsess over this, Ryoichi. You will not forget Ryann's taste, her scent, or the sound she makes while cumming.
Possession deepens my tone as I inquire, “Are you mine, Ry?”
“Yes, yessssss, yes.” The last word tumbles from her mouth in a breathless gasp. “All yours.”
I could devour her pussy all night, but we must leave this place. The longer we’re here, the chances of others finding Ryann increase—if someone is searching for her. Although, I have my doubts. What mother or sister or friend would allow her to endure such pain?
My fingers thrum over the pretty curls atop her mound. “You would look simply scrumptious all tied up.”
“Ryo . . .”
I nudge my nose against Ryann, inhaling the womanly scent that has grown in richness with my devotion. “I must have you just once.” Before we leave.
“Oh, Ryoichi, have me.”
With Ryann’s hands still bound behind her, her heart pounds against my chest, thighs smooth around my waist. I trail kisses across the curve of her neck, flicking my tongue at the hollow of her throat. My mouth descends onto hers. The first touch is softer than freshly spun silk. She swirls her tongue around mine, moaning at the same addiction that’s captivated me.
Releasing her mouth, I moan. “You taste so good, bijin.”
I call her beautiful a thousand times before I carry her into the bedroom of her suite.
As I sink into her body, Ryann rocks her hips. Her sweet voice invites me to control more of her.
Her face is a myriad of emotions, thrills, and wonder as my cock swells, stretching her tight depths.
I clasp her hips and drive deep as she’s still exhaling heavily. Ryann smiles at me as we make love. And again, I notice the slight crescent.
The proof that another man has caused her pain.
My thumb runs over her swollen clit as I slow my pace down. “I promise never to make you hurt, bijin.”