Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Mr. Langston chuckled. “God, you are a man's wet dream.” He reached out again and slowly caressed my pussy, moving his finger inside me ever so slightly before flicking it up. I ached, but still felt like there was something missing. “Open your mouth. Taste yourself.”
Obediently, I opened my lips and moved my tongue over his finger as he slid it in. Almost on instinct, I suckled on his fingers, and he moaned just a little. “That's it, baby. Suck on that finger. You like that?”
Nodding, I released his finger. He reached out and cupped my breast. As he ran his fingers over my nipples, I squirmed. Electric pulses of pleasure shot through my body. I never knew that I was so sensitive there. “Mr. Langston,” I whispered.
“I love these. Big enough to fill a man's hands. I bet they're big enough for you to lick, too. Have you ever done that?”
When I shook my head, he smiled. “I want to taste them first.” Leaning over, he flicked his tongue out ever so quickly and swiped it across. Watching him lick my nipple was so erotic it felt as if I might explode right then and there on the table.
My eyes drifted close as I leaned back on my hands and dropped my head. His tongue continued to deliciously torment me, and when he raked his teeth across me, I jerked my hips and inhaled sharply.
“I bet I could make you cum just by doing that,” he muttered darkly as he pulled away. “You're about to go off like a rocket, aren't you? And I've barely even touched you. Did you try to open your closet today?”
“It's locked,” I admitted.
“It's not for your clothes. That closet is filled with all the things that I plan to use on you. Fifty different vibrators to make you scream. Plugs to stretch you and ready yourself for my cock. Clamps. Ropes. Beads that'll make you moan. I'm going to make you feel so good, baby.”
My eyes widened. Plugs? Clamps? That sounded painful. I shook my head. “I don't think I can do all of that.”
Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside me and curled them. The jolt of pleasure was immense, and I gasped, gyrating under him. “You'll do whatever I tell you to do, Daisy. And you're going to love every fucking minute of it.”
“Mr. Langston,” I moaned.
“You're going to let me tie you down and fill all three holes. You're going to let me in that delicious ass of your while you shove a vibrator in and out of your pussy. You're going to let me lick you while you wrap those sweet lips around my cock and suck. And when I'm done with you, and I've marked every inch of this soft and satiny skin of yours, you're still going to beg for more.”
Listening to his words, I fell heavily to the table and cried out as his fingers moved faster. When his lips covered my nipple and his teeth clamped down, I had my first lesson in the fine line between pleasure and pain. The white heat ripped through me, and I lost all control. Torn between moaning in pleasure and gasping in pain, I clawed at the table as my first orgasm coursed through me.
“Good girl,” Mr. Langston whispered as he leaned over me. “Come for me.”
Ecstasy poured over me in waves, making my pussy pulse with desire. The pleasure overwhelmed me in the best possible way.
“Ohhh,” I moaned, relishing this feeling for the first time. “Mmmm, yes.”
“God, watching you cum is almost sinful,” he said, almost purring the words at me.
My orgasm crested before falling away and fading, leaving me with an ache for more that I didn’t understand. Panting, I sat up as Mr. Langston drew his hand away.
“Now go take a shower,” he said, stepping back to let me hop off the table.
Before I could even jump down, he was already walking away. “And then what?” I asked hoarsely, slightly panicked at what else he had planned. What more did he want from me tonight?
“Go to bed, Daisy. Tonight was a start, but you're not quite ready for all the things that I plan to do with you.”
“What about you?”
“Don't worry, my sweet girl. I'm not going to touch myself tonight. When I take you, I want to give it all to you.”
As he left me alone in the dining room, I reached for my dress and covered my exposed skin. Closing my legs, I tried to orient myself. What the hell had just happened? I thought I'd be hurt, or humiliated, but I was still pulsing with pleasure.
And wanted more.
Shivering, I finally slid off the table. I had no idea where Brick was, but put my dress on anyways. It didn't feel right walking around the penthouse completely naked.