Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
I won’t lie, I enjoyed fighting her as I used my ties to bind her, spread eagle, to my bed. She resisted the whole time, hurling insults at me that barely made any sense, and often had me hiding a grin. I have no idea who or where this girl learned to swear, but she had a vocabulary that would make a trucker blush. She called me names I’d never even considered using as an insult.
After I finished knotting the last burgundy tie around her wrist, I let out a sigh of appreciation as I leaned back and examined Joy, spread out before me at last.
I couldn’t help that my mother had drugged her without my permission, but I could make it up to Joy by giving her everything she needed.
Craved.
I widened my legs, the evidence of my engorged cock straining against my black dress slacks. All pink cheeked and disheveled, she presented a decadent treat. I ran my hands along her legs, marveling at the way the fabric hugged her every lush curve. With her legs spread like this, the fabric was stretched tight over her pussy and I had a craving to place my mouth there and see if she’d soaked through her pants yet with her sweet honey.
With anger still burning in her gaze, she panted out, “Untie me, you mother fucking dick sandwich.”
Pondering what a dick sandwich could be, I tested her responses by stroking my hand along the inside of one of her bound arms, the golden skin shimmering beneath my touch like it had been gilded.
She continued to rant at rave, but at a lesser volume, and a light pink blush spread from her chest and up her neck, eventually turning the apples of her round cheeks a dusky rose.
With a slow, slow touch I ran my hand beneath her shirt, letting it rest against her soft skin, feeling the gentle give of her slightly rounded belly.
Unable to help myself, I gave her a good squeeze, making her squeal in protest as I groaned.
“Stop that! Get your hands off me right now and untie me.”
Forcing myself to ease up my grip on all her delicious softness, I gentled my touch to a slow stroke, silently apologizing for being so rough with her. “I’m sorry you had a bad day, baby. I should have been here with you.”
“Ramón,” she obviously strained for patience as I leaned back then took off my shirt, her gaze hungry on my flesh. “You and me need to have a serious talk. Untie me.”
“Nope.”
I swear I heard her teeth grind before she lifted her head from the bed and glared at me. “What do you mean? Nope.”
“I’m going to fuck you until you remember who you belong to. Then we’ll talk, and I’ll tell you what really happened to Fernando’s wife and child…and why it isn’t public knowledge.”
Chapter 9
Emotions tore through me, my skin prickling with heat as my empty pussy clenched and my gaze unwillingly went to Ramón’s pants, where I could see the outline of his thick erection testing the limits of the material.
I salivated at the sight, and a little tiny orgasm fluttered across my clit, if that was even possible.
All I knew was I was so mad at him, and for good reason, but at the same time I wanted to fuck him so bad I was ready to chew these ties off my wrists and jump him.
A low growl escaped me, and I flushed with embarrassment, hoping he’d think I was just clearing my throat as he stripped his shoes, then socks and finally pants off. This left him in only a pair of deep hunter green boxer briefs that more than revealed the thick shaft I knew would fill me the way I needed.
And boy did I need. My blood seemed to move differently through my body, centering on my pussy which felt uncomfortably swollen. Like I’d been using a vibrator for ages and I was oversensitive. But I hadn’t even been touched. All Ramón had to do was look at me and I got wet between the legs.
When he briefly ran his fingertips down my slit, I let out a moan that was downright pitiful.
“Ramón.” Embarrassment mixed with my pleasure as I realized how pathetic I sounded.
“I know, mami.”
The soft laughter in his voice irritated me.
“It’s official, you’ve given me blue bean with all your cock teasing.” He leaned over me, then hid his face in my neck and laughed while I scowled. “Get off me.”
“You’re killing me, sweetheart. Just shush and let me take care of you. Be a good little girl.”
Suspicion flashed through me and I growled, “I’m not into Daddy play. That’s Hannah and Leo’s thing.”
Above me, Ramón froze. “How do you know that?”
I rolled my eyes. “Do you seriously think Leo and Hannah can fuck, with their bedroom wall adjoining mine, and not be freaks? Nope. I have to hear them all damn night, and let me tell you, Hannah can yowl as loud as a cat and it’s usually ‘Daddy’ when she does it, so yeah, I know about their bedroom antics. Every time I hear anyone say the word ‘Daddy’ in a song, or on TV, or in a video, I shudder. They’ve traumatized me. I have a ‘Daddy’ trigger now. So, no, I’m not into that. If you are, well—I guess I can call you my cousin. We could be like fifth cousins four times removed, so it wouldn’t be weird, but you can pretend in your head that we’re first cousins. But, like, by marriage. You know what? I’m over explaining this. I just…maybe you should gag me because I’ve evidently lost my mind.”