Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
I scramble up off the bed, so I’m not in such a submissive position. I try to think of something clever to say in return, but nothing comes to mind.
As it turns out, I’m saved from answering because Antonio marches out of the room.
I stand there, naked, contemplating the situation.
Then I realize the solution is simple. Antonio doesn’t like me talking to other men, he doesn’t want them looking at my ass, and he took away my clothing.
He literally walked right into this one.
I stride to the door and pull it open. Then I strut out like I own the place.
Antonio
Oh, hell no.
I lurch forward at a dash when I catch sight of my fully naked bride and her fuck-hot body arriving on deck in full view of all of my men.
I was an idiot. I should have known she has more spunk than shame about her nudity.
I’m not sure my feet even touch the ground as I cross the deck to catch her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her into the air, spin her around, and head for the master suite.
“You love punishment, don’t you, Principessa?” I murmur growl against the shell of her ear.
“Controlling you just became my number one pastime.”
Controlling me? I grit my teeth. “We’ll see who controls who.” She wants to use her body to control me? I will use it against her.
I know she’s curious about sex. I will have her begging in no time.
I will punish the fuck out of her with orgasms until she weeps for me to give her my cock.
“Who controls whom,” she corrects.
Right. Putting me in my place again. “Sorry, my prison education didn’t quite compare to your prep school,” I growl.
I carry her straight to the closet where I pull out a belt.
That scares her. She goes wild in my arms, thrashing and kicking. I manage to keep hold of her until I get her to the bed where I pin her wrists above her head and lash the belt around them.
She quiets somewhat, no doubt relieved I’m not going to whip her with it.
I lash the end of the belt to the bedpost. Then I stand on my knees to observe.
My bride looks beautiful, her dark hair spread in a fan around her flushed face. Her perfect tits are lifted and spread, her nipples a dusky-rose against her pale skin.
I run my thumb across my lower lip admiring her. “I like you bound,” I observe. “I might just keep you this way for the rest of the trip.”
She thrashes her legs, twisting her hips this way and that. “Let me go!”
“Oh, no, sweetheart. We have your punishment to deal with first.”
Her lips close, and she stares at me.
“Not going to ask what it is?”
“I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”
I shrug. “Nah. I’ll just let you experience it.” I grip her thighs and push her knees wide, all the way up to her shoulders.
Her belly flutters. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Looking at what’s mine.”
It’s a beautiful pussy. Pristine. Unpenetrated by another man. My usual type of woman is one with more experience, but I relish the idea of being Dahlia’s first.
Make that her only.
Because she is mine now. And mine alone.
Which means her beautiful body belongs to me.
Her orgasms belong to me.
Her freedom belongs to me.
I may not be able to take her heart, but I will rule the rest of her like the fucking boss that I am.
She tries to close her knees, to push them out of my hands, but I hold her fast, just drinking in the sight of her. Letting her feel my dominance. My ownership. My desire.
Taking my time, I lower my head and drag the tip of my tongue along her slit.
Her anus contracts, and she jerks against my hold.
I explore her soft folds with no particular goal other than tasting her. Getting acquainted with her terrain. Her reactions to my touch.
Her breath draws in soft pants, her inner thighs start to quiver. Within seconds, her juices are flowing, and I lap them up with my tongue.
“You said you wouldn’t have sex with me.”
“This isn’t sex. This is punishment,” I tell her, even though it’s quite obviously something far more pleasurable than my other forms of chastisement. The punishment will come when I leave her hanging. When I get her wet and ready, blooming for my entrance, and then I back off.
She mewls softly when I trace along her inner lips, then swirl up to her clit and suck.
I continue my slow torture, penetrating her with my tongue, sucking her labia, nipping. My cock is heavy, aching to be inside her.
Dahlia tugs against the belt, squirming against my mouth. No, pressing up into it.
She’s definitely enjoying herself now.
I keep at it, building her right to the edge, judging by the pitch of her moans, and then I draw back.