Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Isla grabs her breasts, offering them to me. I lean forward and pull one taut nipple into my mouth, sucking her between my teeth. I keep pumping until I’m about to cum, and she screams as I bite, breaking the skin. As her blood fills my mouth, my cum fills her womb.
We sit in the shower holding each other, coming down from the high of our orgasms, content and satiated.
“Ready to get out?”
She nods, and I tug her to her feet, holding her against me as I turn off the shower. I wrap her in my robe before grabbing a towel for myself and leading her to my bedroom.
Her smile is so bright that it illuminates the room. “Black sheets? Guess I get it now.”
“Do you?”
She opens the robe and points at her red, swollen nipple with a slight tear around the skin. “I do.”
I rub the back of my neck, proud and regretful about the mark I’ve left on her flesh. “Which is why you have a safe word. I don’t know where it came from, but I like to fuck hard and draw blood.” I point to the tent in the towel around my waist. “Just looking at you with my marks on your body makes my cock hard.”
Isla smirks. “I like it.” She turns and stares at the boxes on the bed. “What are all those?”
“I got you some supplies. Clothes, makeup, necessities. If anything is missing, let me know, and I’ll take care of it.” I step past her and pick up a large black box.
“What’s this?” she asks as I hand it to her.
“Open it and find out.”
Chapter Twenty
ISLA
I caress the red ribbon around the thick cardboard box and look at Bryce. “It feels like Christmas. When I was young, I always wanted a room full of presents like I saw other children have on the TV. The one time I asked my dad if we could have presents under the tree, he smacked me across the face and told me if I ever mentioned it again, he’d beat me until I couldn’t walk. I never asked for anything after that.”
Bryce clenches his fists at his sides and a muscle tics in his jaw. “He still alive? Cause I can fix that problem.”
Holding on to the box with one hand, I place the other on his cheek and smile. “He died a long time ago. I don’t have any family left.”
Peeling back the ribbon to avoid an uncomfortable conversation, I slide the box open and gasp. Between the black velvet fabric lies a leather garment with two flesh-toned phallic objects. “What exactly am I supposed to do with this?”
Bryce laughs as he pushes the robe off my shoulders so it pools at my feet. He caresses my skin, his fingers leaving an invisible flame in their wake before he pulls the contraption from the box.
He falls to his knees as he holds the smaller penis. “This,” he says as he rubs it against my entrance before inserting it, “goes inside you.” Once done, he pulls up the leather straps and tightens them around my waist. The larger penis is now directly aligned with his face. “And this is for me.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and say in a shaky voice, “You want me to, um…”
“I want you to have control. To know that even though I like to be in charge, that doesn’t mean you won’t have power. I also want you to have an outlet. When I was coming up, there was a girl who’d been abused in horrendous ways. I was surprised she survived. When I asked her what helped, she said that during sex, she was the one on top. It made sense because it’s the same reason that I like control. It allows me not to feel so helpless. I want you to have the same feeling. To have control and power and to grasp that you’re always safe no matter what. Protected by me.”
My hand glides up and down the silicon before me. I’m hesitant about what to do, unsure if he’ll be okay with everything.
As if sensing my apprehension, he smiles and says, “I have a safe word. Anything goes so long as I don’t say it. Once I say it, you stop immediately. Okay?”
I nod. “What is it?’
He smirks. “Pickle.”
I burst out laughing at his choice of word, finding a new sensation, a lightness of spirit.
Bryce places his hand on top of mine, and we rub the dildo together. Seeing this man on his knees, giving me all the power, is incredibly erotic. I’m soaked at the idea of dominating him, of ordering him, of giving him pleasure, and controlling his body.
I peel his fingers from my hand and walk backward to the bed. He goes to rise, but I stop him. “No one said you could move. Back on your knees.”