Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
He breathed in deep then opened his mouth and let his tongue circle around the edges of her folds, teasing them. He felt her stiffen under his mouth, her ass rigid in his hands, but he kept going. He teased and teased, long thin strokes of his tongue, until he finally licked along her clit. She stiffened again and cried out, but even with the rope blocking her mouth, he could tell it wasn’t a cry of horror. It was one of shock. Virgin or not, this was entirely new to her.
He pressed a bit harder and began swiping his wide, thick tongue up and down from clit to cunt, occasionally plunging the tip into her. Cherine stopped stiffening as her hips began to rock into his mouth. Her cries went from shock to something deeper, something basic. She grew wetter, her clit plumper, and she opened like a flower in his mouth. He drank in her exquisite taste, a taste finer than any wine.
It didn’t take long for Cherine’s hips to start bucking, and she spasmed with muffled cries. Her legs and arms pulled at the restraints, every part of her body yearning to let go. He kept his lips on her until the orgasm slowed its course. Only then did he reach down and begin to stroke himself. He didn’t care if she found it perverse or not. He didn’t care about much in that moment.
He had turned away, trying to be somewhat decent, when Cherine cried out. He stopped and looked at her, surprised to find pleading eyes beneath her dropping lids. She motioned at him with a twist of her head, her chest heaving.
Erik wasn’t quite sure what she asked for, but it seemed like she wanted to watch him do it in front of her, where she could see it. He supposed it was only fair.
As he wasn’t an exhibitionist like Rolf, Erik had never pleasured himself in front of a woman before. He swallowed hard, enjoying the taste of her still on his tongue, then turned around to face her. One of his hands was wrapped in a hard ring around his cock, hidden by the folds of the skirt. She made an upward motion with her head as her eyes flamed deviously.
She wanted to see.
He raised his brow at her, gauging her intent. Satisfied, he flipped up the skirt and showed her how large and hard he was. She didn’t smile—that was nearly impossible with a rope in her mouth—but he could swear her eyes encouraged him.
It wasn’t much of a show. Erik’s grip on his cock grew tighter, pressed harder, worked faster, and in a minute, his legs were shaking. His eyes rolled back in his head as a thick stream of cum came pouring out of him onto the floor. In the throes of his orgasm, he noted he had the decency to at least aim away from her. That was always a fantasy of his, but the last thing he wanted would be to chance humiliating her.
When the last drop was milked out of him, he pulled down his skirt and deftly avoided Cherine’s eyes. There was something so vulnerable and exposed about pleasuring yourself in front of another person. Perhaps that was why Cherine wanted to see it.
To make things even.
He cleared his throat and looked back around the room, trying to bring his thoughts together in a coherent manner. As much as he was afraid she’d try and fight him off, to escape, he couldn’t leave her as she was, tied up and half naked. Besides, they had somewhere to go.
He untied her legs first, preparing for another kick, but she was done fighting. Even when her hands were free, she only pulled down her dress and went back to sitting in the chair, staring at him.
He freed her mouth next. She stretched it in a few wide yawns, relishing the release and fighting the cramp in her jaw.
She straightened up in the chair and looked Erik dead in the eyes.
No, she wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter 9
Cherine
Even with the feeling—or perhaps the illusion—of freedom, I felt lost, dizzy, and utterly conflicted about what had just happened to me. Erik, who was so gentle and so rough, the man who had both captured and cared for me, had done things to my body that had never been done before—things I would do anything to experience again.
And I hated myself for it.
Erik could tell. He eyed me warily as he wrapped the rope into a coil and placed it on the ground at my feet.
“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you,” he said, trying not to look at me too closely.
I tilted my chin up. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. You can’t hurt me. Everything I’ve ever had has been taken from me. I have nothing left.”