Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Which is stupid, because I’m not keeping her. I came to get my money back, that’s all. Relationships are for pussies.
I shove her top and sports bra up over her tits and take a moment to drink in the sight. Her perky breasts are forced down by the tight band of the sports bra, which makes them jut out, straining for freedom. Her nipples are peach-tipped, skin is pale. She’s like Snow White with almost black hair and pale white skin. The blue eyes bring a shock of color to the palette.
She shivers under my gaze, which produces a feral smile on my lips. Locking eyes with her, I slowly lower my head between her legs. I lick into her, my tongue parting her labia and tracing around the inside.
Her knees jerk and slam closed around my ears. I push them back open, holding her inner thighs with a bruising grip and flick my tongue over her clit. She has a pierced hood, which is hot as hell. This girl is as kinky as they come.
“Oh...oh! Ohmygod. So good,” she moans.
I enjoy her enthusiastic appreciation and take it up a notch. I lap her juices, working faster, then rim her anus and make her squeal. Her inner thighs tremble against my shoulders. Her belly flutters as she gasps and lets out shuddering exhales.
“My God. Mr. Tacone... big man, big bossman.”
I chuckle against her soft flesh at the stream of words coming from her lips.
She’s adorable.
She writhes beneath me and I lash her clit and piercing in quick flicks as I screw one finger inside her.
I bring my thumb to her anus and massage a circle around it. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to suck your little clitty and count to four. And you’re gonna come all over my face by the time I’m done counting. Capiche?”
She likes it. She nods quickly, her pupils so big in her eyes, they look black.
“Good girl. Here we go.” I lower my head and flick her clit a few more times, then suction my lips over it. The piercing helps keep the hood back and makes it easier to suck.
She comes on the count of two.
Obedient, responsive, crazy little thing.
I am in love.
I want to keep her.
Should I keep her?
Nah. It would get old quickly. And she’s clearly a nutjob. Plus, she has a life. Graduate studies. A career.
She may have fucked the Tacones, but I’m not willing to take all that from her.
She just needs to make things right and then I’ll let her go.
No harm, no foul.
When her orgasm abates, I lick her some more, nipping one of her lips. Then I pull her pants up, unable to resist a few more swipes over her clit after I do.
“Are you going to kill me?” she croaks.
Back to business.
“We’ll see,” I tell her, because I’m a dick. I’m a dick and I don’t mind her scared. Especially now that I know it turns her on as much as it does me.
Chapter 2
Caitlin
Mr. Tacone saunters into my kitchen and picks up the water bottle I left on the counter. When he brings it back to me to sip, my confusion is complete.
As much as I want to, I can’t believe I just softened this guy up by sucking his dick. I mean, maybe a little, but he’s still here to kill me.
Maybe he’s like the cat who likes to play with his victims first. Well, that’s good. More time for me to work out how to get myself out of this pickle. Plus, I love the way he plays. He’s better than any of the wanna-be doms at the local dungeon. Better-looking. Bossier. Handy with a belt.
He leaves me with the water bottle and walks around my apartment, picking things up and examining them. He opens my satchel—the one I always carry with me and pulls everything out. My laptop, my wallet, the workout clothes I changed out of after my shower at the rec center. He looks at the wet, sweaty clothes, then over at me, his eyes running over my outfit.
“I live in yoga pants,” I explain. “These are clean, or they were, before you made me leak all over them.”
His lips twitch. He continues his perusal of my things, scrolling through all the messages on my phone, opening the laptop and clicking buttons.
Finally, he pulls the armchair around to face me on the bed and sits down.
“So, Caitlin.”
“Yes, sir.” I’m lying on my side, ankles and wrists bound, my ass still pulsing with heat from his whipping and the taste of his cum still in my mouth. I definitely feel submissive, even as I look for some kind of escape.
He crosses his long legs and loosens his tie. I wonder if he dressed up for me or if this is what he always wears when he shows up to kill someone. Like it’s the mafia work uniform or something.