Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
My legs open for him, my pussy on display.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy. Use your hands and open up that wet cunt.”
Heat creeps up my body from his hungry stare, his eyes full of longing and consumed with lust. The shiny ball on his tongue is exposed as he licks his lips. The way he watches me, while keeping completely still is pure torture. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he cocks an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Are you just going to stand there?” I huff.
My hips jolt as his palm connects with my pussy. A fierce slap. It’s meant as a warning. My body jerks, and I moan at the sensations, pleasure mixed with pain.
“It’s my time, right? You got your part of the deal. If I want to just have your cunt on display for me for the next forty-plus hours, that’s my right.”
9
Alexie
I want to punish her.
Mia won’t tell me everything, only allowing me to see small fragments, nothing of substance.
She raises her hips off the bed, offering me her pussy. My mouth waters, staring at her wet, open cunt.
She’s so desperate for relief, and I want to take advantage of it. But what I want more is her heart, and to win that, I need her secrets. Her fears, her hopes, the darkness she hides, and the light she strives for. Every part of Mia will be mine, and I’m not ashamed to use my dick to get what I want.
“Keep that cunt open for me. Remember, Mia,” I warn, “be a good girl and get a reward. Be a dirty slut, and get punished. The choice is yours.”
She says nothing. I’m not sure if she’s playing a game of submissive and dominant or waiting to figure out the proper thing to say to be the perfect little brat.
I glide my fingers along the table of toys—butt plugs, eggs, vibrators. I grab a silver butt plug, bondage tape, a black dildo, and a bottle of lube.
“What’s taking so long?” Mia demands.
Oh, she wants to be a brat. I discard the toys in my hands and grab the spreader bar and rope, dropping them on the bed. “Get up. “
She doesn’t move; she lies there, pussy exposed, daring me to eat her out. I gently caress her face, smiling at her as if I’m going to be sweet right before I grasp her beautiful hair and yank her off the bed. “When I say move, slut, you move your fucking ass.”
She has the nerve to moan. She likes it when I’m rough, her s are pebbled, pupils dilated, and the smell of her sweet cunt, floods my senses like the most intoxicating drug on earth. The rougher I am, the hotter she gets.
“Up against the wall, spread your legs wide. I want easy access to my cunt. I’m gonna tear that pussy apart. When you’re crying and begging me to stop, I’m gonna fuck you even harder until you wish you were dead.”
I kneel in front of her, attaching one side of the spreader bar to one ankle before connecting it to the other. Grabbing the rope, I tie it around her waist, looping it toward her breasts, cinching them in a quick chest harness, making them look even larger. I want her bound up, completely at my mercy, at my disposal. She doesn’t say a word, letting me work. “Remember your safe word, Mia. If you don’t say it, I’ll keep going.”
“I’m not an idiot.”
Oh, she wants to test me. My hand moves, and I strike her tit hard, making it bounce. She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she pushes her chest forward, daring me to give her my worst. With the use of her hair, I toss her, watching as her ass bounces on the bed.
“How the fuck are you manhandling me like this? I’m two hundred and thirty pounds, and you just toss me here and there as if I weigh nothing.”
“I bench press three hundred and seventy-five, Mia. You practically weigh nothing to me.”
“Huh, I never thought I’d hear a man say that. My ex used to tell me how fat and disgusting I was.”
I glare at her. Her words make me feral with the need to find the fucker and beat his head in until his brains splatter on the concrete. He’s as blind as a bat cause every fuckin’ pound on her body is mouthwatering and makes my dick hard as rock. Why would anyone not want that body? It’s fuckin’ sexy. Hard lines and muscles are not something I want to fuck. I want my dick buried in softness and my hands to roam curves. “I’m going to kill him.”
“What?” she shouts, panic lacing her words.
“I’m going to kill him. When we finish up here, I’m going to find him and kill him. I’ll make it slow. He should suffer for hurting your feelings and die for insulting you.