Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“You only get to cum with me. Alone,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re mine. Just like your orgasms are mine. If you cum without me, I’ll know.”
She nods, eyebrows pulling together in effort as she tries to hold back the pleasure.
I work her mercilessly, circling her clit with my thumb as I plunge two fingers into her opening. She’s so fucking tight. Her pussy clenches around my fingers. I curl my fingers back, finding her G-spot as I work her clit.
“Do you like that, Kitten?” I ask.
“Yes,” she moans.
I smirk. “Careful. If those moans get much louder you might draw a bigger crowd than the woman on the stage.”
She presses her face into my chest to stifle her moans.
“Eyes on the stage,” I remind her.
She pulls her head back, the struggle of holding back her pleasure all over her face. I’m tempted to keep going, to make her fail just for the excuse to punish her again. I would if she wasn’t obeying me so well. I can see how hard she’s trying, so I finally pull my hand back, letting my fingers slide out of her. Her mouth opens and she quivers as I leave her. She leans forward slightly, both relieved and regretting the absence of my touch. I raise one wet finger to my mouth and suck her sweetness off, meeting her eyes as I do. I raise the other finger to her lips and watch as she takes it in like a good girl and sucks it clean. Her lips and tongue are so hot and soft around my finger. I can only imagine how good she would feel on my cock. I don’t think I’ll be imagining for long.
12
Emmaline
I follow Logan out of the crowded room, legs still weak and head still light. The thumping music of the room fades as he takes me through the hallway lined with rooms and up the stairs. I can’t believe how close I was to cumming. I could have. I could have actually came with a man for the first time in my life. All I had to do was stop holding back the wave, but he wouldn’t let me.
I could feel his huge cock pressing into me as he fingered me. I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want to feel it inside me, stretching my walls. Logan is a real man. He’s powerful, confident, and he knows how to give me what I need. I didn’t know how badly I wanted… no, needed that until him. Now that I have a taste of it, I’m practically starving for more.
All thoughts of decency, my worries about the business, problems in my personal life, and the way things with Ronnie and my mother are quickly deteriorating are pushed into the deep recesses of my mind. Logan’s presence leaves no room for anything else, and it’s a distraction more welcome than words can describe.
He leads me into a room that’s elegantly decorated. A four-poster bed takes up much of the space, but there are racks of toys and tools for punishment like there were in the room he took me to last weekend. My skin tingles at the memory, and I hope with all my being that he doesn’t dismiss me again without bringing me the satisfaction I so desperately need.
In a short period of time, being with Logan has already become more than something simply sexual. It’s an emotional step I didn’t know I needed to take, but now that it’s in front of me, I’ll do anything in my power to keep it.
He paces in front of me, powerful breaths making his broad chest rise and fall. I can almost feel his own need to take and dominate me. I want to just tell him to, but I know that wouldn’t be my place as his submissive. His submissive. I find myself asking the question at the front of my mind before I have time to stop myself. “Am I yours?” I ask.
He pauses in his pacing, eying me through his dark mask. He seems to hesitate with his choice of words before he finally speaks. “You can be. If you wish it.”
The promise hangs between us, almost like something tangible I could reach out and touch if I wanted to. “I do,” I say quietly, almost in a whisper.
“Then you need to understand my rules. If you’re to be mine, I can’t have you disobeying. Do you understand?”
I stand somewhat awkwardly, still just inside the room while he looms between me and the bed, watching me carefully. “I think so. Yes.”
“Yes, Sir,” he corrects.
“Yes, Sir,” I say.
“Good. The most important thing for you to understand is that you are mine only as long as you wish to be. If you wish to be released, you only need to say so. However, if you leave, you leave. We will part ways and that will be the end of our relationship together.”