Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
The man uses the toy to coat the woman’s lips, allowing her a taste of her own arousal. “He’s letting her know just how divine she is. The sweet fruit he gets to indulge in.” And holy heaven above does he. He drops to his knees, aligning his mouth perfectly with her sex, and goes to town devouring her. I become hyperaware of every move, lick. He bites at her, his nails digging into her flesh, leaving marks. I can’t stop the humming between my thighs. I’m forced to squeeze them together as he laps at her like a starved man.
He stops, and my heart thrashes.
“Oh, come on…” I moan, my hoarse voice sounding unfamiliar.
The man begins to undress, and his body is as beautiful as hers—perfect in every way. His cock pops out of his slacks, and I can’t hide my intake of breath at how long and thick he is. Grabbing at the woman’s hips, he finds her entrance and powers inside her, fucking her rough and fast, without mercy. I don’t realize I’m biting the inside of my cheek until I taste copper in my mouth. The temperature in the room increases and my skin feels too hot. The gentle grazing of Gabriel’s finger along my thigh is too much. The scene before me has me in a state of confusion. My body feels not my own. I’m so incredibly turned on, I’ve soaked my panties. My sex pulsates. Shame burns in my belly at how aroused I am, but I also ache to be where she is. Submissive. Owned. I imagine myself in those chains, offering myself to Gabriel as he controls every facet of my body.
The man growls, pulling the woman’s hair so hard, my head tingles. He bites down at the tip of her clavicle as his orgasm tears through him. The woman is just as lost, finally being granted her own release. Her body goes limp under the restraints, and the man quickly unbinds her, bringing her into his arms.
The lights go out.
I’m disoriented. And so wound up, I’m afraid I’ll shatter into a million pieces if I move. What I just witnessed…it was raw, beautiful. Shameful, yet…
“Show’s over little bird. Time to go.”
I want to beg him not to leave. To sit here with me until my body becomes mine again. To show me how it feels to be so consumed by another.
I’m weak on my feet as we stand. My head spins. I sway, and Gabriel scoops me into his arms and carries me outside, my face snuggled in his chest. My emotions are spent. My body is wound so tight, one simple flick to my sex, and I’d detonate, releasing everything left inside me.
I don’t realize we’re at my car until he sets me on my feet. “I’ll follow you to make sure you get home. Wait ’til I’m behind you to leave.” He walks back across the street and hops into his car. He does as he says and follows me home. My skin doesn’t stop buzzing, even after I pull into my driveway. I worry Dad will come out, see Gabriel, and start asking questions I don’t have answers to.
When I climb out, he’s at my car door. “Remember these rules, little bird. Your loyalty is with me. You belong to me now. So does your tongue, your body, your mind. Every single emotion you feel, it’s mine. This body belongs to me. And I tell you when you get to touch what’s mine. Do you hear me?”
His voice is low and demanding. Gone is the accommodating man he portrayed at the club. In his place is a man not to be crossed. I nod, agreeing to his terms. But I have every intention of going straight inside, locking myself in my room, digging into my nightstand, and taking my built-up aggression out on my vibrator.
He reaches out to graze my cheek. “I don’t think you understand, Hazel. You touch yourself without my permission, and this ends.”
“I wasn’t going to—”
“Your body language tells me otherwise. Your eyes lie. You’re humming with need, and I can smell your arousal. But that’s my arousal. Touch yourself without me, and this little game you want to play is over.”
No way. There’s not a chance I lose before I even get my opportunity.
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Good. Now, go take a cold shower—it will help with the discomfort. We’ll be in touch. Sweet dreams, little bird.”
He walks away, leaving me with an ache no cold shower will cure. I huff, dragging my feet inside. The light inside my dad’s office is on, and I debate letting him know I’m home. But there’s no gas left in me to put on a show and lie about where I’ve been, so I sneak off to my room, take a cold shower, and go to bed.