Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“There we go. That’s my girl.”
CHAPTER 8
Ramses
“See, isn’t that nice?” I ask as I brush her hair back from her face, her legs wide, those perfect pink petals wet with her dew.
She nods, her cheeks still warm with arousal and a little embarrassment.
“How is it everything you do makes me feel…so good? Even when I don’t want it to.” Humiliation creases her forehead as I lean down and kiss the top of her knee, my eyes drifting down to where the little black rubber loop from the plug I put inside her is just peeking from her battered opening.
When she realized I was serious about putting a plug in her, I think the realization that I’m truly not letting her ever leave me sank in. The lavender silicone plug slipped inside her without much effort, which, after taking my girth was no surprise.
She did let out a little yelping wince when it breached her sore opening so I soothed her with my tongue until she came, warm liquid dribbling into my mouth, and my obsession with her multiplied by thousands.
“Because I know what I’m fucking doing.” I give her the best answer I can. “And, when it comes to you, all I want is for you to feel good, Bijou. Without you, I’m not the man I need to be. That’s why I had to take you like I did.”
“You mean, it wasn’t just the FBI thing?”
I shake my head. “Come here.”
I slide my hands under her arms, feeling a stab of loss as her legs shift, and I lose sight of that banger of a pussy. It’s got me by the balls, but first and foremost, I want to take care of her and not just with my dick.
When I lift her to her feet, her eyes glaze and she nearly falls against me.
“Baby.” I wrap my arms around her as her knees buckle.
“Sorry,” she says, the word soft and slurred.
“You need food and water.” I reach down and loop my arm under her ass, my other behind her back as I lift her easily against my chest. I head for the en-suite bathroom where I anticipated this very moment.
“I’m just—this has been a lot.” She softens into my chest and the fight she had up until now seems to evaporate.
“I know, baby. It has. For me, too. But you’ve expended a lot of energy. Physical and mental. That takes a toll, but I’ve got you.”
I already knew at some point I’d end up in the shower with her, or in the bathtub, and I wanted every moment of this steppingstone in our lives to be memorable.
As I step through the glass door to the massive bathroom, the lights automatically raise to the level I preprogrammed. Not too bright, just enough for her to see what’s inside, but not so much it hurts her eyes.
“Shower on. 98 degrees,” I announce as Bijou takes in the scene.
A female voice replies though the speakers in the ceiling. “As you wish, Mr. Moreno. Would you like one shower head on or two?”
“Two,” I answer, stepping over the cool marble floor toward the glass enclosure as the water streams from the showerheads. “With steam,” I add as I walk toward the long white velvet sofa on the wall. A full charcuterie buffet is laid out in front, and to the left is a built-in glass-front refrigerator, filled with electrolyte-infused water I had made specifically for Bijou.
“This is amazing.”
I lower us onto the sofa, the hiss of the shower and the steam filling the air. The lavender-infused steam swirls with her scent.
I tuck her against me as I lean to the side, reaching out to open the refrigerator. Retrieving one of the glass bottles, I set it on the table in front of us.
“Does that have my name on it?” She extends her hand to take the bottle from me, but I keep it just out of her reach.
“Yeah, read it,” I say as I angle the label to the light above.
Her eyes narrow, then pop wide.
She swallows, confusion knitting her brow as I reach around her, my biceps against her shoulder blade, and unscrew the cap of Bijou Moreno’s Post Copulation Hydration Elixir.
“I was sure this would happen, and I’m an obsessed stepfather. Preparing for this has been in motion for a while, baby.” I hold the cool green glass bottle to her open lips and nod. “Drink. I’ll hold it, you just sit there looking all fucked and fabulous.”
She’s stunned silent as I raise the bottle, watching her throat move as she swallows in greedy gulps.
“Adrenaline and all that magical pussy juice you’ve been blessing me with have you dehydrated.”
After a few more seconds, she closes her lips and I give her a moment to breathe. When I pull the bottle away, she gasps on a sharp inhale, dragging the back of her hand over her plump, swollen lips, her delicate features still smeared with a hint of mud.