Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
He watches a tear slip from the corner of my eye. The diaries and journals have a purpose. The journals are for class. It’s to make people uncomfortable. To desensitize them for what’s to come. For me, it’s much more than that. I’ve been writing in diaries since I was a kid. It was about what I heard my mother and her clients talk about. Situations they found themselves in or wanted to be in. My fantasies have just gotten darker and darker over the years. I had to get my desires out, and I had no one that I could talk to them about. So I chose to write them.
“Do you trust me?” he asks just as soft as his kiss was.
I swallow the lump in my throat and lick my swollen lips. “Yes.”
His pretty blue eyes search mine for a second before leaning forward and placing a kiss on my forehead. I whimper at the tenderness in his touch. Then he stands to his full height, leaning over the tub, and shoves my face under the water with his hand around my throat.
He holds me down, my arms and back pushed to the bottom of the tub. It’s not long enough for me to lay flat, so I pull my knees up for room. Opening my eyes, I look up through the calm water to see him leaning over the edge. Pieces of hair start to float around my face, obstructing my vision.
My cheeks are full of air, and I let it out slowly, feeling the bubbles on my face. My pussy clenches, my knees moving back and forth.
I had a scene written in my diary just like this. Where I trusted someone enough to literally hold my life in their hands. Water bondage is a known kink in the BDSM community, and I’ve always wanted to try it. Something about risking my life while handing someone else all the power turns me on. It’s a combination of bondage and breath control. Both of which I crave.
My lungs start to burn, and my chest tightens. I lift my hips and wiggle my shoulders, trying to get free of his hold. Just when I think I can’t go any longer, he pulls me from the water.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SIN
SHE GASPS THE moment her face reaches the surface, followed by coughing. I release her neck to reach over and grab the knife I had brought in here. Leaning over the tub once again, I cut the tape that wraps around her ankles and throw it to the floor along with the knife. Then I step into the tub, lowering myself into the warm water and spreading her legs with mine. The tub is on the larger side; it’s no king-sized bed, but I’ll make it work.
“Sin,” she breathes, her head resting back on the ledge of the tub, eyes heavy.
Fuck, she’s amazing. So goddamn gorgeous.
Reaching behind me, I pull the plug but leave the faucet on. The water is so high that it’s reached her neck. My added body pushes it over the sides, and it splashes onto the floor.
Grabbing my hard cock, I push into her pussy, forcing a cry from her lips. I hate fucking in water, but I’ve had her ass and mouth. Now it’s time I come inside this cunt. I lean forward, cupping her face and forcing her to look up at me. I kiss her roughly, swallowing every sound that comes from her plump lips. My hips move, and the water splashes onto the tile and the wall.
She’s sluggish, and her body is tired. I’m losing her. It won’t be much longer before she closes her eyes again to sleep what’s left of the night away. But I’m not going to slow down. No. I’ll use her until she passes out. Well, that won’t stop me either. I’d still fuck her if she were unconscious. My little demon was born to serve. She prefers to submit. Give her an order, and she’ll obey.
When I pull my lips from hers, my hand goes back to her throat, and her pussy clamps down on my cock, pulling me in deeper. “That’s it, Elli. Milk my cock. Make me come inside your tight cunt. Just like I did that ass and mouth.”
She whimpers, her eyes closed. I scoot her away from the back of the tub, and her eyes snap open just before I shove her head back down into the water. She fights this time. Her body thrashes underneath me, and I fuck her pussy. Slamming into her while I hold her in place. Her hair floats around the surface like a cloud, shielding her pretty face from me.
I reach down with my free hand and play with her vertical hood piercing. My thumb rubs over the black barbell aggressively. “Come for me, little demon,” I growl, my fingers digging into her neck so much she’ll have bruises come tomorrow. I like that idea. I want everyone to know she belongs to me. No one ever tries to take on the devil because they know they have no chance of winning. He’s ruthless, a savage, and has no mercy on anyone.