Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
She whimpers but doesn’t pull away.
No.
Zel follows the movement of my fingers through their increasingly frantic combing. Typically, I prefer to brush and stroke myself at the same time and lose myself to a sexually therapeutic trance, but the softness from her silky strands and the suppleness from perky tits is too thrilling to tear myself away from.
I begin a slightly more frenzied pattern of pulling and grinding and grinding and pulling. Harsh, hot friction covers my cock causing me to grit my teeth. Pleased grunts push past the blockade proving that they are too strong to be contained. Wetness ruthlessly soaks its way through her hair and onto her tit painting me a sight so fucking sexy my balls swell in warning.
The tender strokes transpose themselves into harder tugs that result in Zel unexpectedly crying out, “Harder!”
“Fuck!” is barked at the same time I give her what she wants.
What she needs.
What she’s free to ask for while she’s mine to play with.
Merciless yanks are taken in tandem to faster thrusting. Fucking her hair, her tit, and the very edge of her filthy soul that’s waiting to be unleashed builds up so much sweat it soaks itself through my designer shirt. I steal glimpses of Zel’s honey-coated skin that’s glistening even more than my own in between studying the perfect way her hair curls around my cock.
How it tangles itself in my ownership.
Submits like it was born to.
One last hiss is all that’s presented prior to me pulling the locks in my possession into place to receive my cum. Scorching spurts splatter themselves across the dark canvas creating the type of contrast that would make me come if I wasn’t already in the process. My new toy’s entire body bows itself into the action on heavy, overworked breaths. Her airy surrender to my pleasure simply makes my balls kick harder to ensure every ounce possible is now painted on my houseguest.
When the hold I have on Zel is relinquished, she momentarily sags against the couch, eyes swarming with excitement.
Need.
I offer her the same greedy grin the session started with. “And now we wash you, little doll.”
She steals a single swipe of her swollen lips before looking up at me with her hooded eyes, “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Four
Zel
Delicious, dark heat spreads through me as I stare up at the formidable Elias Whittington. He’s all sharp angles, smooth muscles, and an intense aqua gaze. Hell, easily the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, which makes it easy to ignore the echoes that are lingering in the back of mind.
You’ve gone insane, Zel.
You signed a legal document throwing away ownership of yourself.
This man can treat you however he wants, and there’s nothing you can do to stop him.
I shove down the nerves fluttering in my abdomen as Elias guides me into a bathroom that makes the grand ones I’ve knelt down to clean look like washhouses in a third-world country. The slab-marble shower not only has room for tea, but room for two, the server, and the cart he’s bringing it in on. I almost chuckle to myself at that outlandish thought until Elias orders me to sit, legs spread wide.
My gaze flickers over a black leather tool kit that he must’ve picked up while I was still coming down from a lustful high just a few minutes ago.
A thick eyebrow lifts.
Ugh.
Cocky bastard.
Elias is wordlessly informing me that he will not ask me a second time.
Or maybe he’s silently telling me I should be grateful he asked at all.
He doesn’t strike me as the type to ask for much.
Swallowing all of my mixed emotions, I set my jaw.
Alright you, bossy prick.
Tonight, I’ll play your sick, little game.
Tomorrow?
I return to reality.
Ninety days?
No way.
That shit is laughable.
Absurd.
Also…agonizingly amazing . . .
You know, even if this is a once-in-a=lifetime chance to have my body ruled by a man that’s got enough zeroes at the end of his bank account to make Elon Musk mad, and who also clearly knows what he’s doing in the sack, it’s still wrong.
And it has to stop.
Turning away, I sashay past the threshold into the open shower, hiding the smirk that would reveal I’m actually enjoying this little human fuck toy arrangement.
And it’s okay for me to like it.
I mean…it’s only for tonight.
Tomorrow?
Adios.
I gracefully plop down, the heated marble feeling rather pleasing against my bare ass, while the massaging water spouts send soothing sheets of water from the perfect angle. Seconds later, a match is lit over every inch of my flesh as I watch Elias undress himself.
He’s got broad shoulders that taper down to a chiseled waist and abs worthy of a greater title than “washboard”. I’d swear his arms were made of steel if I didn’t see the muscles practically ripple each time they moved. Every inch of his tanned skin makes me want to whimper, yet the real treat is the delicious trail of dark hair that leads to the perfect cock he is endowed with.