Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“You’re mine, and I can do whatever I want to you,” Luca whispers as I climax.
I’m used to hearing and liking it when a man tells me he can do whatever he wants to me. But I’ve never liked it when a man tells me I’m his . . . until now.
It used to make me feel imprisoned. But the way Luca says it makes me feel like I’m precious and treasured.
He scoops me up with his strong arms, brings a warm towel to clean me, then spoons me as I fall asleep.
Rough and gentle. Cruel and sweet. It’s an intoxicating combination, and I’m getting high on it.
We fill our time together with painful, kinky, wonderful sex. It’s always new and exciting. Luca keeps coming up with new ways to push my limits.
The next night, he makes me give him a blowjob while I fuck a dildo stuck on a full-length mirror. Every time Luca slips out of my mouth, the dildo glides deeper into my pussy. And every time the dildo slides out of me, Luca penetrates deeper into my mouth.
After that, he ties me up in bed and smushes my head against the mattress as he fucks me, asking me if I “fucking like that.”
Of course, the answer is always, “Yes, Sir.”
But the longer this goes on . . . The longer I let Luca dominate my body, the harder it becomes for me to follow his order to keep my feelings out of this.
I still don’t regret turning our relationship into a sexual one, but I dread the moment everything goes back to normal.
How bad is the withdrawal going to be?
What if I see Luca walking around town with some other girl on his arm?
My chest tightens so much I struggle to breathe when I think about it.
But I’m not going to tell Luca and ruin everything even sooner. I’m going to keep this a secret.
Luca
I need to be careful. She can’t ever find out about this.
Slowly, I scoot toward the edge of the bed. As I pull the blanket up to cover her body, I catch a glimpse of the red marks around her wrists.
I smile to myself in the darkness, remembering how I tied her up with my belt, lifted her up, and fucked her against the wall. Her face was contorted in ecstasy as she slid up and down to the rhythm of my thrusts.
But now, she appears peaceful. There’s even a hint of a smile on her lips.
I consider giving her a light kiss before I leave but I don’t want to wake her up. I can’t risk that.
I gently pull out a drawer in the dresser and grab the little plastic bottles. I put everything in a backpack, keeping my eyes on Sarah the entire time.
If she suddenly opens her eyes and asks questions, I won’t be able to explain this away.
I sneak out of my room—we seem to always end up in the same bed lately.
Sarah’s bag is on the coffee table in the living room, where I made her shed everything on her body earlier tonight.
Crouching by the table, I unzip the main compartment and take out the keys.
I cast a worried glance in the general direction of my bedroom.
There’s nothing to worry about, though. She’s a pretty deep sleeper.
There’s also an en-suite attached to my room. It’s not like she’s going to wake up in the middle of the night and wander out just to check her keys.
I place Sarah’s keys in my backpack, put on my sneakers and head outside.
I can take the car, but the engine might wake her up. Besides, because Sarah’s been taking up so much of my time, I haven’t had a chance to run lately.
As my feet start to pound the pavement, I wonder if I haven’t remembered to run because I’ve been indulging in my other habit instead.
With Sarah there to absorb all the aggression out of me, I’m no longer restless or anxious. I feel in control.
I miss this feeling.
Even though Sarah keeps telling me that she likes the way I fuck her, I can’t help but feel guilty, like I’m taking advantage of her.
She’s younger than me; she’s grieving; and she’s vulnerable. These three things alone should be enough to deter a sane person.
But not me. Those things don’t deter me.
She’s even my best friend’s sister and I fuck her like she’s a real sex doll, like she’s just an object for me to use.
I always try to make up for it afterward, but soon I get the urge to hurt her again, to use her body until it’s spent.
Jesus, I can’t believe this. I’m getting hard just imagining those long legs spread under me, while I’m running. And we’ve just had sex, too.
I swear, if this keeps up, soon my balls are going to be milked dry.