Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Slowly, I made my way back to the room. My eyes drank in Pet’s features from the doorway and my dick got hard again at the sight of her. She looked so fucking beautiful with tears streaming down her face, her mascara ruined, her bottom lip jutting out and trembling.
I approached her without saying a word, and stroked her cheek gently. She whipped her head away from me, and more hot tears ran down her cheeks. I fucking hated myself in that moment, because as much as I knew we’d both enjoyed what I’d done with Angel, she was hurting now, and that wasn’t the purpose of the exercise.
I kneeled next to her and took my time undoing the ropes around her feet. I didn’t remove the vibrator from between her legs, my fingers trailing a line up her thighs as I moved to work on her wrists. Slowly, I undid her bindings, and as soon as her hands were free, she grabbed the vibrator and threw it across the room. I would’ve laughed if she hadn’t launched herself at me next, her hot, tight little body glistening with sweat as she pounded her little fists against my chest.
“Fucking prick,” she hissed. “Why would you do that? Why the hell would you do that to me? Why would you?”
I let her hit me, my hands resting by my sides. She tired herself out pretty fast and collapsed in a helpless little heap on the floor by my feet. I kneeled down next to her, my hands smoothing back her light hair, my other hand tipping her chin up. She looked like a wild animal, feral and scared and so vulnerable.
“It’s ok,” I told her gently. “I know you’re angry, Pet. It’s going to be okay, I promise. I do everything for a reason. Don’t worry.”
She sobbed as I pulled her against my chest and I wondered how overwhelming this must’ve been for her. She felt so small in my arms.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I said, and she didn’t object when I pulled her to her feet. But her knees buckled, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to keep herself up.
I gathered her in my arms, and she cuddled closer to me, her head going to the crook of my arm, her arms around my neck. She held onto me as if I was her lifeline, and I liked the feeling. I liked being responsible for this one, caring for her. I knew right then and there I was going to hurt her very badly when our time together came to an end. But because I was a selfish damn prick, I couldn’t bring myself to keep my hands off her.
I carried her out of the room and into the bathroom. I hesitated between using the bath but finally decided to go for the shower instead. I set her down inside the glass walk-in shower, and she got down on her knees, crawling into a corner of it and hugging her knees to her chest. A pang of guilt and regret went through my body. I was such a fucking jackass.
I turned on the water above us, and it sprayed us with hot steam. I didn’t give a shit about my shirt and the pants I’d zipped over my cock. I couldn’t stand the sight of her like that, hugging herself in the corner, like she wasn’t even in the same room with me. She was staring into space when I sat down next to her, my clothes fucking soaked from the spray of the water above us. She shrank away from my touch when I reached for her.
“Come on, Pet,” I said gently. “Let me clean you up.”
Fresh tears spilled from her eyes as I reached for a bottle, squeezing body wash into my palm. She didn’t say a word as I pulled her flush against me, my shirt sticking to her naked body. The water beat down on us as I worked a lather into her skin, cleansing her of the sweat and the worry and the sadness.
She shivered in my arms even though the water was hot.
“It smells like lemon,” she said in a soft voice. “Smells nice.”
“It does,” I murmured against her wet hair. She smelled so fucking good it made me want to smash something, knowing how our story would end. I worked some shampoo into her hair and washed her clean. Halfway through, she started humming something, the melody of a song I didn’t recognize. I felt guilty. Really fucking guilty.
I washed the suds off her and pulled her up. She struggled to stay on her feet and leaned against me as I washed her body. I knew I’d hurt her by fucking someone else like that, that was the point. But there was something else there, something hiding behind those distant eyes of hers. But she’d locked me out of her thoughts, and even though my hands were exploring the silky soft skin of her naked body, it felt like she wasn’t even there with me.