Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“He’s fine, Jewel. Trust me.” is the only thing she says before the bedroom door is slammed open.
“Leave us.” he demands, looking every bit the predator he is. My pulse speeds up as everything in me rejoices to see him. My eyes, frantic, begin to examine him and that is when I see the blood on his shirt. I can feel the life draining from me with the thought that he could die.
“Oh God, you are hurt.” I get up to touch him and see where the wound is. He puts his hand up and I stop in my tracks.
“Don’t touch me. Right now, I just need you to drop your pants to your knees, bend the hell over and shut the fuck up, so I can obliterate you while you wear the blood of my enemies.” oh shit. After only mere days, I am trained enough to know not to question him. Not sure I want to. Doing as I am told, I find myself closing my eyes knowing it is going to hurt, but I welcome it.
“Yes Sir.”
I jump when he runs his fingers through my folds and sucks it from his finger. “Hold still.” he plunges his dick into my channel, which is made tighter by my pants being around my knees. “Fuck Jewel, your pussy is so wet. You like this, don’t you baby. You like being at my mercy. You love that you can’t move and speak. Dick hungry bitch.”
He is hitting everything inside of me and it makes me juice more. I can feel it running down my legs, as his grip on my waist becomes unyielding. I know I am going to be bruised. Yet another way he is going to brand me. Smack. The burn is too much and not enough. I call out, keening seconds away from begging. Smack. Smack.
“Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up.” Smack. He hits me again and I can feel the heat from his hand, picturing how hard it is going to be to sit down. A reminder of how savage this man is. His hand wraps around my neck and all the air begins to abandon me. “Your sticky syrup hasn’t stopped running from this hot pussy. You see why you are my Queen. No one else will be able to take this untamed copulation and allow it to resuscitate you.
I hear him speaking and lord knows I feel him, but, I am too busy floating, the pain taking me somewhere else. Somewhere high and soft. Everything around me is filled with him. My nose, my ear as I hear his grunts and words. My skin is prickling as his murk seeps into me from my pussy and drips onto my legs, infecting me. My mouth can taste the hunger in him because I have the same degree of need. My eyes can see the bed as I face it, giving him what he needs. My hands grip the sheets as he abuses my insides but heals them all the same. Finally my heart. My heart has opened to let him in and made the decision for me. I will never let him go.
His movements become more berserk, signaling the finale. I can’t breathe but I don’t need to, to feel the elation of my impending orgasm. “Fuck, my treasure. Shit. This pussy is Golden. Goddamn. It’s squeezing the shit out of my shaft. Fucking greedy piece of gnash. Ah SHIT!! CUM, JEWEL. Scream for me.”
He loosens his hold on my neck and I fall with him. “Yesssss!!” I shout as everything I was holding in gives out. My body is wrecked and so is my mind. I love this man and the way he commands me. I feel his hot liquid permeate me and some spills out. “I just gave you my son.” he says as he kisses my back. He rubs up and down, whispering, telling me how good of a girl I am. How proud he is of me. How good I felt. The last he says is…”My precious gift.” he is mine as well.
“Time to wake up sweet girl.” I groan and roll over, my whole body achy and hot from burrowing so deep under the covers. After the eruption last night and his subsequent destruction of every doubt or hesitation I had left, we laid in bed and slept in each other's arms. Marvel brought us food throughout this morning and afternoon since neither of us wanted to untangle and I must have fallen back asleep.
“What time is it?” I asked him, sleep still evident.
“It’s time for you to meet everyone.” he says simply like I am supposed to know what he is referring to.
“Everyone?”
“Yes. The keepers of your new empire, my Queen. I have a meeting and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here after what happened. Plus, you need to know what the good guys look like. So let’s go.” he smacks my ass and kisses me before walking into the closet and picking out my clothes. I lean up on my elbows, amused and a bit...shocked by just how far his control is extending. Apparently he will be choosing my outfits. I can’t say I care. I gave myself over to him and I am not going to fight anymore.