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)
“Put them in the dishwasher this time,” he ordered in a low voice. “Then go to your room. Strip and wait for me on the bed. I'll be there shortly.”
“I…”
“Now, Daisy.” His voice left no room for argument. I ducked my head and collected the dirty plates. Rinsing them in the sink, I loaded the dishwasher and fled to my room.
Closing the door, I leaned against it and let my eyes shut. I was still wet and pulsing from our last encounter, but part of me was hoping that he wouldn't touch me again until tomorrow. That he'd give me some time to process everything that was happening to me.
I trembled and stepped away from the door, reaching for the side-zipper on my dress and letting the sheer fabric fall to the ground. In an act of defiance, I left the dress on the floor and climbed into the bed.
And under all four layers of bedding.
My heart thudded against my chest as I watched the door and waited. Every single sound made me jump. I had no idea how long me made me wait. A few minutes. An hour. The air grew thick with tension with each passing minute.
My thighs were sticky as the ache inside me grew stronger. By the time he finally opened the door, I was close to begging for him.
Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt. “I want to see your body, Daisy. Come out from hiding.”
Swallowing hard, I slowly pushed the sheets back and climbed on top of them. “Yes,” he murmured. “I love see you on all fours.”
Immediately, I froze, and he chuckled. “It's okay. I'm not taking you tonight, Daisy. We're just going to play a little. Lie on your back, spread your legs, and raise you knees.”
So specific. So clinical. He almost sounded like a doctor. It comforted me that he was so precise. I needed those instructions. Needed to pretend that this desire inside me wasn't for him.
I wanted passion, but this wasn’t the passion of a relationship with someone that cared for me. This was one-sided, and I couldn't fall for that. My life—my heart—didn't have that kind of luxury.
The bed dipped as he climbed on, and when I felt his hot breath on my most private spot, I inhaled sharply. “Listen to me, Daisy. When I pleasure you, I don't want you to deny me. Don't restrain yourself. Give in to the pleasure. I want to hear your moans and feel your body jerk around me. Enjoy yourself tonight because in the morning, before I go into work, I'm taking everything. I'm going to bury myself in you so deeply that you're not going to know where I end and you begin. Tonight you're cumming on my tongue, but in less than twelve hours, you're going to be shuddering around my cock.”
Suddenly, his fingers were inside me and his teeth scraped the inside of my thigh. I was so captivated by his words that the invasion caught me off guard that I jerked and gasped.
“Yes,” he muttered. “That's it. Let go, my sweet.”
Then he pressed his lips against my pussy and darted his tongue out on my pulsating clit. My skin grew feverish with need, and I gave him everything that he wanted. The pleasure from his tongue was so intense, but I needed more. Lifting my hips to take more, I moaned in pleasure. I was so close…right on edge…
“Oh, God…ah….ah…ah,” I whimpered, but right as I reached the cusp, he backed off and slid his tongue inside of me instead. Frustrated but loving the new sensation, I dug my heels into the mattress and lifted my hips. I wanted something….Needed something….
“Deeper,” I whispered. “More. Please, Mr. Langston. Please.”
“Master,” he corrected, lifting his head and letting his fingers lightly play with me.
“Please Master. I need more,” I said, willing to call him anything he wanted me to if it meant his hands and tongue would continue pleasing me. Shifting against his fingers, I tried to guide them back to my clit, but he danced them out of reach.
“Talk to me, Daisy. Tell me what you want. I give you permission.”
“Lick me,” I begged desperately. “Please. I was so close.”
“So close to what, my sweet? What do you want to do?”
“Orgasm.”
“Cum, Daisy. Beg me to let you cum. I want to hear the words.”
They were on my lips without a second thought. I begged like a woman about to die. “Make me cum. Please.”
And then his tongue was right back at the magical spot, and all thoughts of logic fled. I moaned and screamed and panted as the firecrackers exploded inside of me. The pleasure was so intense that I teetered on the edge of complete darkness before falling over into the chasm.
“Oh,” I moaned, breasts heaving against my gasps. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”