Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Our story isn’t neat and it doesn’t fit into any boxes. We are complicated and messy.
Fucked up and tainted.
But…
This is love.
Our Way.
The End.
Epilogue
Three weeks later
I hold my hand out and stare down at the perfect solitaire diamond on my ring finger. We picked up my engagement ring today. Nathan designed it and had it made especially.
“I am literally loving myself sick.” I swoon.
Nathan smirks as he sips his beer. “Couldn’t tell.”
I’m sitting on the kitchen counter, and we’re just about to go out for dinner and drinks to celebrate.
“Can you take another photo of me?” I ask.
He takes out his phone, and I hold my hand up. “Make sure you get my ring.”
He rolls his eyes. “You’ve made me take five hundred photos of that ring today.” He takes a few photos.
“Take some more.” I put my hand on my face. “Make it look casual so my ring stands out.”
He drops his phone and looks at me, deadpan. “Nobody sits on the kitchen counter with their hand on their face, Eliza.”
I smile goofily. “Nobody else has a ring this perfect. This is the ring of my life, Nathan. Get with the program.” I stare at it lovingly. I’m not even joking. This is the best engagement ring I’ve ever seen.
He chuckles. “It had better be the ring of your life.”
I pull him closer by his shirt, and I kiss his big lips. “I just love it. I just love you.“
“I have another surprise for you,” he says as if remembering something.
“And what would that be?”
His eyes dance with delight, and he takes off into the bedroom. “Now!” he calls. “Stay with me on this one.”
I kick my feet around in excitement. When he says that, it’s usually something sexual. The man is a deviant. He’s had me wearing butt plugs all week for my, and I quote, ‘training’.
He reappears with a black box wrapped in gold ribbon. He passes it over. “Don’t freak out.”
“Okay….” I open the box and stare down at the black egg. I frown. “What’s this?”
“A little bit of fun.”
I stare at it as I pick it up. It has a latex texture. My eyes rise to meet his. “And what do you do with this?”
Nathan smiles darkly and spreads my legs. He rubs his fingertips over my panties. “You wear it.”
“Where?”
He puts his finger into the side of my panties, and he slides his two fingers deep into my sex. “Here.”
My eyes flutter closed. “I’m already wearing a butt plug, Nathan,” I remind him. He put it in this afternoon as he went down on me.
I swear to God, this man is going to fuck me to death.
He smiles as he takes my lips in his. He sucks on them as his tongue does that twirling thing it does so well. “They go together, babe,” he breathes.
Arousal heats my blood. “How much longer am I in this training stage?”
He rubs the egg over my panties. “Wear this tonight, and it will be the last session.”
My eyes widen. “You want me to wear it… out?” I gasp. We’ve only played around at home before. This is next level crazy.
“Why not?”
I shrug. “Because…” I pause as I search for the right wording, “it’s rude, Nathan.”
He chuckles as he slips the egg under my panties and rubs it back and forth through my wet lips. “That’s the point, babe.”
“You want me to wear a butt plug and an egg thing… inside my body… at the same time, while we go to dinner?” I rasp.
“Yes.” He nods, smirking. “I do.”
My eyes widen. “Nathan.”
“Humor me.” He laughs as he pulls me closer for a kiss.
“This could be disastrous,” I murmur against his lips.
“Or just fucking hot.” He spreads my legs and puts them up on the counter. He slowly slides the egg deep inside my body.
My eyes close. “Ohh…” I whimper as my body sucks it in. I’m already teetering on the edge of an orgasm from his plug.
“How does that feel?” He rearranges his hard dick in his pants.
I frown and squirm as I try get used to the sensation. “Full.”
He bites his bottom lip as he watches me. “Just how I like it.” He rubs my sex through my panties. “Let’s go. If we stay here any longer, you’re getting it good.”
He takes my hand and drags me off the counter. Something tells me I’m going to get it good, anyway.
An hour later, Nathan and I are sitting at a table in our favorite bar. It’s bustling, and I just want to stare at my ring.
“I’ll get us another drink, babe. Margarita?”
“Yes, please.”
Nathan disappears to the bar, and I feel a flutter inside.
Oh… what’s that?
It was like my body contracted around the egg. I feel my face heat, and I look around.
God, Nathan is next level dirty. I smirk as I sip my drink. If all of these people in this club knew what I have going on under this dress, they would be appalled.