Total pages in book: 221
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
“On your back,” he says, and I do as I’m told. “Legs spread, pussy wide.”
I close my eyes as I do it, desperate for the champagne confidence to eat me up.
“Play with your cunt, Cass,” he says. “I want you wet and desperate for cock before you get some.”
He checks the view through one of the cameras as I squirm against the rubber, trying to get myself in the mood. The filthy side of him is shining through at a whole new level as he watches me, and I feed off it, slipping my fingers down between my legs and finding my rhythm. I had no idea just how slutty this would feel when it really came to it. I can do this, though. I can do it. I have to.
“How good does your pussy feel now it’s shaved?”
“Nice,” I say.
I jump in shock as he drops down onto the mattress beside me, not expecting the way he takes hold of my cheeks and squeezes, tipping my face towards his. He’s so angry it takes my breath.
“Nice isn’t going to cut it, sweetheart. You’re going to be a much better slut for me than that. Now, hitch your fucking legs up and take it. Be the slutty bitch who wants to take what she’s given.”
I do as I’m told, spreading myself wide for him. He’s so forceful when he pushes three fingers inside me that I cry out, but I don’t try to close my thighs. I wouldn’t dare.
“This isn’t a cute little fantasy game I’m into,” Ant hisses. “It’s the real fucking deal, Cass. You’re all in or you’re not in at all. If I tell these guys you’re gonna be a slut for them, you’d better be a filthy fucking slut for them, just like you are for me.”
I nod as best I can, heart thumping on overdrive.
Ant’s voice is so low it gives me tingles. “You’ll do whatever you’re told in this room. Be a perfect slut, or call time out and walk away. There’s no middle ground, understand me? My fantasies aren’t a joke. Give them the respect they deserve or stop pretending you fucking like them.”
I feel like a criminal on trial.
“I do respect them,” I tell him. “And I’ll do it, I promise. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
“And you’ll do whatever the filthy bastards who come in here tell you to do, like the slut they want you to be, won’t you? Make me fucking believe it!”
“Yes! I want to! I want to be a slut! Please, yes! They can all fucking fuck me!”
Ant’s expression shifts in a heartbeat at that, the affection back in his eyes.
The contrast is insane, and my pulse is still racing as he smiles.
He kisses me nice and softly, letting out a sigh. “You’re a goddess, you know that? Since you’re going to be such a good girl, I’ll get you a little present to help you on your way.”
I try to raise myself as he gets up, but he pushes me back down.
“You stay right where you are. You don’t ever leave this room unless I tell you to, not until we’re done.”
“Ok, sorry.”
I’m such a churning mess that I don’t know what to do when he walks out onto the landing and shuts the door behind him. I’m desperate to please him, and hungry to be the slut he wants me to be, but I’m scared, and feel twisted, and filthy, and seedy.
I nearly buckle and call time out before Ant swings the door back open. If it wasn’t for how much I love him, I would, but the look in his eyes and the smile on his face as he hands me the bottle of De Chante is all the encouragement I need to stay on the mattress.
“Don’t bother with a glass this time, sweetheart. Finish it. It’ll make you feel nice and ready.”
I raise myself enough to glug it back, almost disappointed that there are barely more than a few glasses worth still in there. He takes it from me when I’m done and I fall back onto the mattress, playing with my clit and trying my best to look filthy for him. I so need to be ready for this.
My nerves are still there, twisting and churning under the haze of champagne, but I take some breaths and try to relax.
The drink works, and so does playing with my clit, but not as much as staring up at the man I love to see a proud smile on his face.
He drops down to me and leans in close, so his mouth is right by my ear.
“I want you to show him what a dirty little slut you are from the very moment he steps through that door.” He strokes my face. “Don’t you dare let me down, baby.”