Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Damn you, Judge,” she grunts, taking her hands away from her pussy and closing her legs.
My cock pulses in my hand at the sound of my name, and I grit my teeth as I kneel down at the side of the tub. “Spread them,” I demand, and Kitty gasps as her eyes fly open.
“Oh god.” She tries to sit up, but I keep my eyes on her.
“Lay back.” She doesn’t move, and I lean forward. “Now.” I manage to say the word through clenched teeth.
This time she does as I ask and slowly leans back against the tub where she was. Her heart is beating so fast, but I lean over and just touch the top of the water with my fingertips.
“Spread your legs, Kitty. Let me do it for you.” She licks her lips as her knees slowly fall open, and I dip my hand into the water. “Just relax.”
When my fingers reach her silky soft folds, she hisses and raises her hips. I touch her as softly as I can, and it feels like rose petals.
“So damn beautiful,” I say, looking over her body and then into her eyes. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I rub her clit just like I know she needs: slow and steady with only a little pressure around her clit. I make circles while my thumb dips lower and just barely inside of her. She’s so fucking tight I can’t get much more in, but that’s enough. For now.
Her breath catches in her throat as her hips begin to move, and I smile.
“Good girl.”
She grits her teeth and scowls, but it’s gone quickly when I graze her clit. “Judge.”
“I got you,” I say, using my other hand to lift her ass up to where her pussy is just above the bathwater.
Leaning down slowly so she knows what I’m doing, I lower my mouth to hover over her mound. I wait until her eyes lock with mine before I swipe my tongue between her folds.
With one slow lick, I watch her come undone in my arms, and I know my smile is smug as I sit back and lower her body back into the tub. I rub her clit, still being gentle as her orgasm goes on and on. She doesn’t seem to have much experience getting herself off, but she doesn’t have to. That’s what I’m here for.
After I’ve gotten it all out of her, I regretfully take my hand out of the tub and lick my fingers. I can taste a trace of her sweetness there, but it’s not enough. The one lick wasn’t enough either, because now it’s all I can think about. She doesn’t look at me as she sits up in the tub, but I take her chin in my hand and wait until she does.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This is what husbands and wives do.” When she still doesn’t say anything, I lean forward and place a soft kiss on her lips.
I linger just a moment to breathe her in and then stand up. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but then changes her mind and snaps it shut.
“Come downstairs when you’re finished. There’s something I want to show you.”
Chapter Five
Kitty
I pull my knees up to my chest as I sit alone in the giant bathtub and let the water get cold. I know I can’t stay here forever, but I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. I let him touch me, and he took me to a place I’ve never been able to find on my own.
How does that man always knock me off kilter? I think I’m going to do one thing and then I end up doing another. The other being what he’d thought I was going to do. You’d almost think Judge knows me better than I know myself, and I’m starting to wonder if he does.
I hit the knob to drain the tub before standing and grabbing one of the big fluffy towels. When I go in search of my clothes, I do in fact find mine in the closet. Except they aren't only mine. The walls and drawers of the giant closet are also lined and filled with new pretty things all in my size with tags still on them.
Seeing my old clothes there as well, I have no doubt my mom knew what was going to happen when she asked me if I wanted to go to town with her today. How else was all my stuff packed up and here at Judge’s? This really isn't shocking when I think about it. It’s something my mother would do. She thinks there is nothing wrong with arranged marriages, and it’s how things should be done, in her mind.
I take my time getting dressed and putting on my own clothes out of willful spite. I need some kind of control, so I’m trying to grab it anywhere I can find it. I’ve never had any before, and just when I thought I might, it slipped through my fingers like water. Water, which is now clearly my kryptonite.