Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I shake my head to clear all of the hurt and pain from it, at least for a moment. I wash my hair inhaling the scent, but my mind keeps going back to his lips on my neck. I don't know if he meant to do it, but I felt the wetness his tongue left behind. In ordinary circumstances having these feelings would be shocking and out of the question, but the monsters who had me never touched me in that way. “ay Dios mío,” I whisper to myself.
The soap is running down my body and my eyes are still closed. I am conjuring images of his hands going where mine are going. I am shocking myself, but I think I want him to replace everything I have been through with happy memories. They slide down my stomach so slow and tentatively, but with determination. His hand slides down toward the place where no man has touched, and I gasp when my fingers slide between the lips.
“Fuck.” I hear as a hiss, breaking my fantasy. I look toward the sound and see him standing there. Immediately I feel ashamed and like I need to apologize.
“I’m… I don’t…” he begins to shake his head as he moves further into the restroom.
“Don’t ever apologize for bringing yourself pleasure, Piccola. The only thing I want to hear and see is how you touch yourself and the sound you make when you come. I want you to show me everything, Satine, but then I remember what you are going through, and it makes me feel like shit to be thinking of you and any way that isn’t innocent.”
Goosebumps are on my skin from his confession because the sincerity in his eyes show me he is a good man. So is it wrong I want him to be bad? I need something to make me feel alive. To make me believe they didn’t kill my soul in the darkness. I feel like they destroyed any chance I have of normal anything, and love and I don’t want that to be so, but when he looks at me, I see promise. I see heat and desire and that is worth more than anything else.
“You are honorable, Larabee. Many men would have taken advantage or demanded something in return for holding me at night and rocking me through an episode. You haven’t. You have been nothing but kind, gentle and caring.”
“Thank you, angel. But you wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what was going through my mind right now.” He proves his words with a squeeze on the head of his cock that I didn’t notice was out until; now. It looks angry and swollen. His grip is hard and punishing, and the white cream dripping from the slit, is making my clit throb. “Do it, Satine. Touch yourself. Show me what a good girl you are.” Holy shit. His words send a spark of some part of me that loves to be told what to do. I have often thought I was like this, especially after reading books our maid used to sneak me, but never had a chance to test it out. Something naughty inside of me lights up, and I widen my stance and turn toward him fully. “I want those eyes open, Piccola. I want to see them when you bring yourself to the clouds.”
Feeling braver than I really am and only because it is him, I continue using my finger to split apart the lips and graze my clit. I blow out air and rub more. “Oh,” I say, the air in my lungs coming in wheezes of pleasure.
“Damn! Look at you. You look glorious taking what you want.” His words embolden me, and I continue my exploration. I can feel the wetness pooling in my center. Instinctively, I slide my finger past the bundle of nerves and into my pussy, the stickiness covering my fingers. “Damn, Piccola. You know how to bring a man to his knees. No wonder they wanted you enough to steal you. You’re a treasure.”
“Larabee,” I call his name and the pressure builds. Every time he speaks my body reacts with zings of need and pinpricks of pleasure. My fingers go back to my clit, vigorously moving in flashes of circles. My body begins to shake, and the air leaves me quicker. “Why can’t I?” I cry out. I am almost there but I am scared to fall. “Help,” I say before I feel his hands touch me. I didn't realize I had closed my eyes. His fingers cover mine. In and out. Over and over he pushes my hand inside of me and pulls it out, sliding the sticky honey over my clit. On more than one occasion I can feel his own finger, slip through mine and touch me and that brings me closer.