Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“I’ve set a vibrator out on the bed. It’s your choice whether to use it or not. Touch yourself however you desire.”
Without a cloth, his bare finger comes to my back and, torturously slow, begins to trail down the bumps of my spine.
“What do you find sexy, kitten? What will you imagine as you touch that secret place between your legs that swells so sweetly when you start feeling pleasure? It’ll slicken as your mind fills with fantasies. Are they the same as you mentioned on stage? Do you still just imagine some vague weight laying on top of you?”
The warmth of his breath comes closer and closer as he whispers his dark, drugging words until his lips are a feather touch against my ear with every syllable. I’m already slick and pulsing.
His finger on my spine is a tingling point of contact that has me squirming as he relentlessly continues. “Or do you have more specific dreams now? Will you think of the bristle of my stubble between your thighs? Or how your fingernails dug into my scalp as you howled with pleasure?”
My hips flex against the table as I squirm unintentionally, and dammit, I’m getting more than slightly slick now. I’m wet.
“Or do you need even more than that?” He’s whispering so softly, but it sounds like a roaring river with as close as he is, lips brushing my ear sensually.
“Will you dream of me climbing up your body? Grasping your wrists to press you into the mattress to dominate you in just the way you like?”
Damn him, damn him—
“And then you’d feel me there, where you say you’ve never had a man before. I’ll have made you so crazy with need you’ll be soft for me. I’ll make you hurt other places, love, but it won’t hurt when I take you. It’ll be the fullness you spoke of. The fullness you’ve been needing. Because you’re needy, I can tell. If you thought I’ve made you feel good before, it’s nothing to how it will feel when I fill you up from the inside. Then I’ll be everywhere, and you’ll be mine completely. You’ll never want to be anywhere else. You’ll fight to get your hands free, because you’ll want to grab my ass and pull me deeper into you. This one time, I’ll give you what you want. I’ll fuck you just how you need.”
I try not to let him see how my breath comes shorter and shorter the more he speaks, because I’m envisioning everything he’s saying.
“Maybe you’re thinking about it right now,” he whispers devilishly. “Maybe you’re thinking about how easy it would be for me to slip behind you. I could touch you where you’re swollen until you shudder for me. Then I’d unzip myself and you could feel me there. I’d tease you with my cock first.”
Now he brushes his nose against my ear, nuzzling me before his lips return. “I’d run the tip of my cock up and down your wet, swollen pussy lips. I’d let you feel me before slowly pushing inside. Not all at once. I’d test you out, a little bit at a time. Teasing you. One hand around your thigh with my thumb at your swollen little clit. It’d be easy to grab a nipple clamp from the wall. Putting one of those pretties on you would really give you something to think about other than worrying about any initial pinch you might feel when I breech you.”
He sucks in a breath, and for the first time I realize I’m not the only one he’s affecting. It both makes me feel like I have a little bit of power back and sends an entirely fresh gush of wetness to my sex. I imagine him hard in his slacks. Of course he’s affected. He’s so often hard around me. He just never lets on what that actually means. He’s always having me look at the floor or blindfolding me.
To hide how I affect him, too? Because I’m not the only one visualizing what he’s talking about. Somehow that makes his words feel even more real as his finger tracing down my spine gets nearer and nearer to my tailbone. My breaths are stuttered now, it’s true, but I’m close to not being able to breathe at all.
“I’ll have a pair of clamps on your nipples, and I won’t take it easy on you. They’ll hurt. I’d lift your chest up off the bench so I could flick them while I teased you with my cock, entering you just the slightest bit. I’d make you feel the pinch from the hang of the jewelry clamped on your nipples. You’ll be so aroused it’ll be on the tip of your tongue to beg me.”
He pushes even further so that his lips are cemented against my ear—a kiss as his voice continues in a hot rush, “But you’re fighting yourself, aren’t you? So you don’t beg. You’d want to. Something you should know about me, pet? I love the edge.”