Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“You taste good, don’t you? See why I love that slutty cunt?” Emelia cries, her eyes watering. Oh, I am going to have so much fun with her tonight. Pay her back with my sorries for not giving her this sooner.
Setting against her calves when she reaches me, she waits for my next instruction.
“Good girl.” I lean slightly and take the material from her, and we keep our eyes locked on one another. I bring the panties to my nose, and I inhale deep. Cherries and her natural pheromones. My favorite fucking thing.
“Stand. Turn. And bend over.” This time she doesn’t hesitate. Standing to full height, she turns and bends, her cunt swollen and her clit peeking out between her pussy lips.
“One day, I am going to tattoo my name on your sweet little pussy.” I tell her, smacking her ass so hard she screams.
“Nico!”
I do it again. The skin raises, red and in the shape of my handprint. “Get to packing.” I lean back again and resume my position, taking in a drag of my cigar. I watch her pack my things on quivering legs the entire time.
Sweet Regina, we have only just begun.
Chapter Seven
EMELIA
Submissively catering to Nico after he came into the room was something I desperately needed. It was unhinged and knowing he sat there and watched me like I was a prize he purchased, had me so wet and dripping, that I had to clean myself up before we got dressed to leave. What’s more, the sexy way he smoked that cigar, as if he was the highest bidder in the room, ominously watching his token prize bend at his will.
It was so degrading, and I enjoyed every damn minute. When I went to the bathroom to clean up, he watched me.
“Do not fucking come. Don’t you even touch that slutty clit. You don’t deserve to come until I am ready for you too.”
He watched me wet the cloth and clean the juices from my thighs. I was leaking at a rate I have never before today. From the degradation and the unknowing. Where is he taking us and what is he going to do to me?
He speeds in his Maserati, one hand on the wheel, the other kneading the thick, plush skin of my inner thigh. I wore a tennis skirt and shirt, not sure where we would end up, but knowing it wasn’t going to be on me for long. There is no doubt Nico is taking me to please me, but how far is he going to take it? I have yet to find out. There is classical music playing in the sleek all-black car. The sun is setting on the horizon and each mile feels like a thousand and I don’t know how much longer my body can hold off without coming.
“Are you going to take me to the club?” I shoot my shot. I need at least a breadcrumb.
“No, somewhere better.” The fact that he keeps his eyes on the road and not sparing me a glance, only adds to the intensity of each passing second.
“Fuck.” He groans, pinching my thigh and slapping it. I yelp.
“What?”
“I can still smell you; you’re so fucking needy for me. You are such a good whore for me.”
Fuck me. My nipples pucker and my core tightens. Nico looks at me and there is evil and pleasure molded into one.
“Can I suck your cock, please. If I don’t have some of you now, Nico, I will fall apart.”
“No. Phase one is only watching, Emelia.”
Shit. He is going to do it. We are going to roleplay this all out. But where if not the club, then—my thoughts stop as we pull up to the nicest hotel in Seattle, my husband’s hotel. We have been married for ten years and I haven’t come here yet. The occasion has never called for it, but this hotel has been in magazines all over the world, even in some movies. It is stunning.
“Here?”
“Yes. Here.” He climbs out, leaving the car running for valet.
Rounding the front, I watch my husband’s stealthy body move effortlessly in his power suit. Opening my door, he sticks in his hand, and I take it, stepping out. Okay, I’m in a tennis skirt and a basic V-neck, and my husband looks like he walked out of a GQ ad. Suddenly I’m highly aware of how unprepared and underdressed I am.
“I wish you would have told me to dress nicer, I look out of place.” I mess with my outfit, and he ceases me. Grabbing my hands he firmly plants them in his and against his chest. Valet unloads our bags.
“Keys are in the car.” The young man leaves us.
“In a matter of an hour the only thing that will make you out of place is the unholy fucking things I am going to do to your ass, tits, pussy, and hell when I fuck your face.” He pauses, trying to calm his growing erection I feel against my stomach. “My cock is so fucking hard and ready to treat you like its own fucking cum slut.”