Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
During the day, Dove is a good girl. But when her body naturally transitions into nighttime, the horny little slut inside her comes out to play. She's such a good fucktoy for me, abusing her sweet holes and showing me every second of her self-inflicted torture. After the trouble she gave me before, I vow not to let my dick decide for me. And as much as I want to kick down the door to her room, I don't. Because she needs this time to heal.
The dry leaves fall off some of the plants. I can tell some are beyond salvaging, but even those, Dove treats with love. She is consumed by her need to help another living thing, but because there's nothing else to do, she doesn't forget to take care of herself. I leave her three meals a day, along with the snacks she wants, and she eats them all. When she fucks herself, I still see her bones, but her skin isn't as painfully tight over them, and that fills me with an unwelcome emotion I'm not familiar with.
Hope.
It's a strange fucking thing.
The days pass painfully slowly, but it's worth it watching Dove bloom. On the eleventh day since I've last seen her, she starts the camera feed with a bright smile.
"Look," she whispers, holding up an aloe vera plant. "Right here. Do you see it?"
She points to the smallest green leaf unfurling slowly in the middle of the plant, and my dick fucking tightens.
She's done it. She's healed the plant. But is she ready for me to rip her out of this false sense of security? Am I going to undo all this progress if I move forward with the next part of my plan?
Even if she isn't ready... I can't hold back anymore.
I make her room unbearably warm that day, toying with the thermostat. By the time two hours are up, she's screaming at me on the camera feed. She knows I'm fucking with her, but she soon realizes it's helping the plants too. She waters them dutifully. Three hours in, she goes for an ice-cold shower, and I strip naked before silently entering her room.
She doesn't hear me and doesn't sense me. The sight of her in the flesh after an almost two-week long deprivation is almost too much for my cock to handle. I'm instantly hard, precum dripping off my cock as I enter the walk-in shower and press my body against her. She tries to yelp but she doesn't get the chance, because I've already put my palm over her mouth and caged her arms behind her back. Dove's eyes roll up to look at me and she mumbles my name, lashes fluttering when our gazes meet.
"Listen to me," I mutter. "Do you want to get fucked? Nod if you do."
Her pupils dilate and she nods eagerly.
"Then you don't make a sound," I go on. "I don't want to hear a word or a moan out of that slut mouth. You got that?"
She nods again and I smirk, adjusting the temperature of the shower.
"Good girl."
She yelps when the water runs hot and I slap her ass.
"Quiet. Not a fucking word."
She closes her eyes as I run my hand down her naked tits and between her legs.
"You just fucking listen today, Dove. I want to tell you some things and I don't want you fucking interrupting me. So be a good fucktoy and just. Listen."
She nods again and I push two fingers inside her. She struggles against me but doesn't make a sound. Lowering my lips against her ear, I start to whisper.
"You've been teasing me for eleven days. So now I'm going to punish you for all the shit you pulled. By the end of tonight, you're going to swear to me you're mine."
She tenses in my arms, but I pay it no mind, pushing her into the warm water. She resists but doesn't make a peep.
"You proved to yourself you can beat your own demons," I mutter in her ear. "Now you're going to beat mine. You know what my demons want, little bird? They want your tight little holes. They want to fucking abuse you."
Dove whimpers and I bring my hand down hard on her ass. I can't tell if she's crying with the water running down her face, but my dick decides she is, tightening even more. I position my fingers against Dove's asshole, not pressing in, just letting her know what's about to happen.
She looks at me, petrified as I turn off the shower with my hand still between her legs.
"Put your hands on the tile."
Dove obeys and I slap her thighs apart. She's shivering, dripping with water, and yet her cunt is hot as fuck, ripe for the taking. I position my cock over her puckered hole and twist her wet hair in my fist.