Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
He works more and more tentacle into my pussy. The fullness is almost overwhelming—much more than the first time. I try to writhe, but I can’t say if I’m trying to get away or get closer. I hate that he’s surrounding me so effectively but hasn’t put his hands on me.
“This is better,” Thane muses. “You’re so much more pleasant when you’re like this.” His tentacle twists inside of me, the fullness making me feel like I’m about to burst. It’s too much. I make a muffled cry of protest, and he stops stuffing me. He doesn’t retreat, though. Instead, he moves closer . . . or moves me closer to him, his tentacles shifting my body.
Pleasure beats through my blood as he looks down at me. This went sideways so quickly, and I still can’t pretend I’d do anything differently. I’m sure as fuck not bored at the moment, even if I feel a bit like Thane’s fuck doll. The distance between us, though less now, kills me.
“Touch me.” The words are garbled behind the gag.
“I am touching you.” He tilts me back, lifting my lower half so he can get an unobstructed view of where he’s filling me. “Yes, I like you like this.” His tentacle in my pussy starts pulsing in time with my racing heart. It’s the tiniest of movements, but it has me bowing my back and moaning around the tentacle in my mouth. I’m so close. If he just keeps that up . . .
“Mouthy little brat.” He still has that distant tone that drives me wild, but his voice is a little rougher than normal. “You can’t provoke me into fucking you. You’ve made this a contest of wills.” He tsks. “You’ll get my cock when you earn it.”
I whimper. There isn’t a thought in my head beyond more, please give me more. I’m so close, it hurts, teetering on the edge of a truly devastating orgasm. And still he watches me like I’m an interesting specimen he could take or leave. I hate it. I love it.
I start struggling. I don’t know how to do anything else. It makes him pulse harder inside me, makes his tentacles wrap tighter around my limbs to keep me splayed open.
Finally, Thane presses a hand to my lower stomach. “Enough.”
I freeze.
He twists his hand so his thumb can brush my clit. “Prove you can be a good girl, Catalina.” His touch is so soft, I don’t know if I’d be able to feel it if I weren’t one giant nerve ending of anticipation right now. I think I might be sobbing. I can’t be certain.
“How?”
I don’t know how he understands me. Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he’s simply waiting for me to lose control entirely. Thane’s lips quirk in a way that’s almost cruel. “Be a good girl and cum for me. Now.”
I don’t want to. I suddenly don’t want to give Thane a single damned thing, if only to wipe the satisfied smirk off his face. Unfortunately my body has other ideas.
I orgasm. The wave rises and rises before cresting and then cresting again. When it rises the third time, I cry out in protest. Too much. It’s too fucking much. It hits with the force of a tsunami, crashing into me and taking me under.
Sometime later, I surface to the sensation of being carried in humanoid arms, not tentacles. The temptation to open my eyes is nearly overwhelming, but I’m suddenly afraid if Thane realizes I’m awake, he’ll put me down and disappear again. Instead, I cuddle against his broad chest. He tightens his arms around me in response.
“I know you’re back with me.”
I close my eyes harder and inhale his ocean scent. This is nice, especially with the echoes of pleasure still singing through me. Thane sighs above my head and continues our ascent. All too soon he stops and sets me carefully on my feet. “Go to bed, Catalina.”
At this point, keeping my eyes closed is silly, but I’ve never let logic dictate what I do and I’m not about to start now. “That was fun.” God, I hardly sound like myself. My voice is raspy and almost weak. “We should do it again sometime. Like now.”
I hear the sound of a door opening behind me, the slither of tentacles against stone. Thane takes my shoulders and turns me away from him. His cool breath brushes the shell of my ear. “If you can behave yourself for a full twenty-four hours, I’ll consider it.” He nudges me forward and into my room.
It’s only then that I realize he hasn’t actually promised anything. Only that he’ll consider it. I’m in the middle of turning as the door shuts behind me. My legs try to give out, but I stumble for the door and yank it open with fumbling hands.