Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“W—“
“Don’t question me,” he demanded as his hands traced up my inner thighs, but didn’t touch me where I wanted it most.
Instead, he snagged my wrist, and pushed my hand between my thighs.
“Touch your pussy,” he demanded again, and my fingers immediately started to move.
His hand stayed on my wrist as the other one moved up, closed around my throat. Not pressing down, just holding me, trapping me.
As if I was going to move away.
I couldn’t.
I didn’t understand it, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but what he demanded of me.
“You don’t get my hands,” he said as I worked myself, feeling the ache that had been deep in my core all through the spanking intensify. “Not until you behave,” he added.
Suddenly, I wanted to do anything, anything he asked of me if he would only push my hand away, and plunge his fingers inside me, rub his thumb over my clit, finger fuck me until I was writhing and crying. “But you need a release,” he added.
Against me, his cock was rock-hard, and I tried to shift, tried to writhe against him.
“No,” he said. “You didn’t earn my cock.”
A whimper escaped me, and at the sound of it, that sexy rumble moved through him again.
“That’s it,” he said as my breathing got faster, more ragged, as my little whimpers became desperate moans. “Come, pet,” he said.
Like I’d been seeking his permission all along, the orgasm slammed through my system as his hand closed around my throat, making my head go light and my lips go tingly as the orgasm intensified.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised as I came back down, his hand loosening on my throat. “Now get on your knees for me again,” he demanded.
I didn’t even pretend to object, just slid off of his lap, then turned to face him. Chin up. Eyes down.
“Do you think you deserve to suck my cock?” he asked as his thumb traced under my lower lip.
“Yes.” The word was soft and breathless. Eager. And as insane as it was, that was how I felt right then. Eager. Like I couldn’t think straight if I didn’t have him in my mouth, if I didn’t feel him losing just a little bit of control.
“No, pet,” he said, and the disappointment had a soft plea escaping me. “You don’t deserve it,” he told me. “But I will let you, just this once.”
As he said it, I could hear the slide of his belt and zipper as he reached inside to free himself.
His hands didn’t reach for me then.
They fisted on his thighs, just waiting.
Maybe that was a test, to make sure he wasn’t overstepping, that he wasn’t forcing something I didn’t want to do.
The crazy thing was, I never wanted to go down on a man as much as I did right then.
I scooted closer, and closed my hand around his thick cock, sliding it all the way down to the base, then lowering my head, and sucking him into my mouth.
“No, pet,” he said as I stopped halfway down. “If you want it, you take all of it,” he said as his hand went to the back of my neck, not forcing, but putting slight pressure there. “No, don’t stop,” he said as my gag reflex kicked in. “Choke on my cock like a good girl,” he said, voice thick with his desire.
I gagged hard, and his fingers tightened on my neck.
“Curl your toes,” he said.
I stiffened at the odd request, but curled my toes as tightly as I could in my heels, and immediately felt my gag reflex ease a bit. Not all the way, but enough to keep going, to take all of him.
“There you go,” he groaned, his hips jerking up a bit when he was all the way in, his cock touching the back of my throat.
His hand twisted in my hair as I started working him, refusing to let me go all the way up, for his cock to slide out of my mouth, so I kept working him deep, my eyes tearing, my throat starting to ache.
“No,” he said, yanking me back by my hair suddenly. “You don’t get to swallow my cum. Not yet,” he said, fisting his cock, and jerking it a few times until I felt the heat of his release on my chest. “There,” he groaned when he was done, looking at the mess he’d made of me. “Now be a good girl, drink this water,” he said, pulling a bottle out of his coat pocket. “And get some sleep. Okay?”
“Yes,” I said. At his raised brow, I corrected myself, “Yes, sir.”
With that, he tucked himself away, got up… and left, letting Hugh in before closing the door behind him.
I sat there on my knees beside the bed, mind reeling, until my knees and ankles started aching.