Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Don’t laugh, okay? I realize this is a weird situation but I can explain. After you free me,” I say in a tight voice.
He merely lets out a snort and pulls at the chain linking the two cuffs together.
“Damn, these are metal under the pink fur. They’re the real deal, aren’t they?”
I close my eyes.
“Can you break them somehow?” I manage in a tight voice. “I’d be indebted to you forever.”
He whistles while letting out a soft chuckle and then stalks to the door.
“Wait, are you going?” I ask, hating the note of desperation in my voice. “Don’t leave me like this!”
The handsome man grins over one shoulder.
“Let me just get my toolbox,” he calls. “You’re going to be fine, sweetheart. Just give me a sec to get my hands on some wire.”
He disappears for what feels like forever, and I hear a car door slamming and some other commotion outside. Then the handsome man reappears with a giant red toolbox in one hand, and I swear, I’ve never been so relieved to see someone again in my life. He grins, as if reading my mind.
“Well, the good news is that I’m an electrician, so I’ve got lots of tools at my disposal. You’re in luck, sweet girl.” He sends me a reassuring smile and I can feel some of the tension leaving my body, despite this ludicrous situation. Maybe things will work out okay. Maybe I’ll be able to get free, put on some clothes, and call an Uber, even though we’re halfway up a mountain. Maybe he won’t even mention this to Addy, and we can put it out of our minds and pretend that this never happened.
Then, the man pulls out a long wire and I gasp. Is that a garrote of some sort? Is he going to strangle me? He rolls his eyes and leans forward.
“You’re safe,” Mr. Crenshaw growls, bending over to niggle at something on the cuffs. “Hold still. Got it!”
With a sudden snick, the cuffs fall away and I’m free. I let out a deep breath, finally feeling as if I can breathe again as my arms fall forward, slightly numb. Holy cow, I didn’t even realize that my circulation had been compromised, and I rub my hands together, trying to regain some sensation. But things could have been much worse, come to think of it. Of course, I’m going to give Vinnie a vicious tongue-lashing when I get off this mountain, but I put it out of my head because the point is that I’m free now, thank goodness!
I’m about to reach back to start worming the dildo out of my ass, but before I can, Kurt’s large palm comes over my back, huge and warm. He looms over me, and I go as still as a mouse, a hot shiver running down my spine.
“Allow me, sweetheart.” His voice is as deep as the ocean, and the sound sends a pulse through my cunt. My cheeks heat up as my nipples tingle because is this really happening? Am I letting a strange man pull a dildo out of my ass? But then I correct myself. He’s strange, but not a stranger. This is the man who just saved me, and he’s also freakin’ hot, if I do say so myself.
I lean forward so that my ass rises in the air, the generous heart-shape tipped towards him. Then, I’m pulled out of my thoughts by the feeling of him gripping the toy, but instead of pulling it out, Mr. Crenshaw jimmies it around a bit. I let out a quiet gasp because it feels so good. When Vinnie was doing it, it just felt penetrative. But now, the dildo’s reaching a place deep within, and I press my cheek against the sofa cushion while letting out a low moan.
“You like it, don’t you?” Mr. Crenshaw rasps. “Fuck, it looks good in you.” Then, he pushes the toy in a little deeper before pulling it out just slightly. I moan again as a hoarse chuckle rises from his throat, and then he does it again. Then rinse and repeat, over and over again. Maybe he’s trying to work it out gently, but I highly doubt that. My eyes open a sliver, and I catch a glimpse of the crotch of his jeans, where a huge bulge has formed. OMG, is that for real? I lick my lips and let out another low moan. Kurt growls a bit, and then pushes in the dildo once more. To be honest, the longer he spends toying with me like this, the less I want him to take the toy out completely. Another low moan escapes my throat, and Kurt chuckles in back of me.
“Sounds like somebody is enjoying themselves,” he rumbles. “It looks like it too. You’re so wet, sweetheart, you know that? I have a perfect view of your pussy and it’s fucking swollen and drenched.”