Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
His bed is a four-poster with dark silk drapes connecting each pillar. Picking up some of the material, he drapes it over my ankle and then ties it before moving to my other foot.
“What are you doing?” I ask, not sure if I want to aid him or flee. I’m in too deep. Not deep enough.
“Playing.” He grins wickedly.
Tugging the fabric tight around my flesh, he admires my spread legs and crawls between them. I lean forward to meet him, but his hands grasp my wrists and he forces me down flat against the mattress, his weight hovering above me.
“Do you trust me?” he whispers against my lips, making me quiver with need. His hard cock grinds against my panty-covered pussy. I regret putting them back on instantly and unabashedly rise up to meet his pressure.
“Do you trust me?” he repeats, groaning from our contact.
“No,” I tell him. But I’m unsure if it’s truth or a lie.
Dragging his lips across my jaw, he bites down, making me arch into him and moan.
“We can’t play if you don’t trust me, Nat.” He skims down my body, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking until it burns. He continues his descent, tasting, biting, marking me as he does. When he gets to the mound of my covered pussy, he inhales and looks up at me with lust-glazed eyes. “Say you trust me.”
Nip.
“No.”
“Say it.”
Kiss.
“No.”
Tearing the thin fabric from my pussy, he swipes his tongue up my slit. Pleasure ripples through me, my toes curling. I flex my calves, causing my ankles to tug on the restraints. It’s oddly arousing having them constricted like that.
“Say it.” Suck.
“Say it.” Lick
“Say it.” Bite.
“Yes,” I scream, an orgasm pending.
“Yes, what?” he teases.
“Yes, I trust you, you bastard.”
I feel his smile against the flesh of my pussy and grip a fistful of his hair, pinning his face there while I grind myself on him, chasing my release.
He allows me to use him as my sex toy for all of two seconds. Gripping my hand, he forces me to release his hair. He pulls back and slides off the side of the bed, dragging my arm above my head and curling the material from the top pillar around my slim wrist. He then brings a new piece of fabric across my body and drapes it over my face.
“Ren,” I warn, nervous energy crackling through the air as I breathe against the cool fabric, my sight taken from me.
“Trust me, please.” He implores me with his warm tone as he crawls over my body to tie the other wrist to the bedpost.
My chest begins a rapid cadence as I nod in confirmation. I’ll trust him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”
My senses are muted by the fabric covering my face, making seeking him out impossible. Anticipation sends a trickle of fear mixed with a huge rush of excitement coursing through my bloodstream, making my skin extra sensitive to any touch.
Hot air caresses over me, and a delicate skim of fingertips traces over me from top to toe, lingering on the places that get a response from my body. His tongue replaces his fingers, exploring, devouring every inch of me. My body is hyper-aware of his touch, the sensation of pleasure amplified by being completely at his mercy.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty little cunt with my tongue, fingers, and then with my hard cock until you’re a sopping wet mess.”
Shut up and do it, I scream in my mind.
My breathing is making the satin damp, and my head is overheating. I’m dizzy and deliriously aching all over.
Large palms come down on my inner thighs to spread my legs farther apart, yanking on the restraints. Deep, wet plunges of his tongue assault my hole in the most perfect of ways. He fucks me like he needs to. Like my essence is his oxygen.
He feasts on me, sending me over the edge and dragging me back before I can truly take off.
Tease.
Punishing my clit with slaps of his palm and then pinching the delicate flesh between his fingers draws all the blood there. Pulsing, needy aches, driving me fucking crazy before he’s back to lapping at me. Sucking the throbbing clit into his mouth, he causes a detonation within me. Desire pools in my lower stomach. My pussy constricts, flooding as pleasure washes through me, robbing me of breath and making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
As I suck for much-needed air, my mouth fills with the silk, depleting me of a full inhale.
His fat dick slaps against my pussy, slipping through the folds, spreading my juices all over himself. And then he’s breaching me, his thick mushroom head pushing me past my limit and stretching me to the point of pain. I love it. I fucking love it.