Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I’m a mewing mess, melting into him. My thundering heart pounds against his body. “You haven’t cum, Vic,” I whisper.
He leans down and kisses the side of my mouth. “You’ve yet to realize the power you have over me, Little One. So, I will fuck you all night long until it seeps into that lovely head of yours.”
23
VICTOR
Doubt crashed from her shoulders.
Sin sparked in her mahogany gaze.
The last shred of resolve in her perished as her pulse ceased from drumming for a few moments. I’d told Luxury to stop denying me, and my Little One couldn’t fathom my meaning.
“Never say no. It’s stricken from your vocabulary,” I order, trapping Luxury’s wrists behind her back. Her barefeet stammer about. The hard slab of my chest presses against Luxury’s back. Her breasts crush against the chilly glass wall. A pant fans out, fogging up a cloudless night. With a 360-degree angle, I had purposefully brought Luxury to the glass wall, which opens to a view of the Hudson River and another hotel.
Every single move I make is for my Little One’s benefit. I give her an approving once over. “I appreciate the sight of your lovely derriere.”
“We should close the blinds, so no one else can apprec . . . ohhhh . . .” she mews.
“Should we?” I tease, kissing my way down her spine, goosebumps growing everywhere my lips drop. From behind, my finger runs over her cunt lips, gathering her excitement. I praise the taste of her cunt, lavishing my fingers with a lick. “Where are my manners, have a taste, Little One.”
Luxury promptly turns her neck until she’s resting on her opposite temple, away from my sensual offering.
I step around, gritting out, “I insist.”
“Vic, I’ve never tasted—”
“Your body language shall not deny me either.” Two soaked fingers trace the lips that defied me. “Now taste.”
“I’m begging.” She offers an impertinent decline.
“My opinionated girl.” I wrap her hair about my fists, round and round until I’ve a perfect anchor.
Tensed wrists war against their confines. A hasty tongue dips out—a subtle tip following the path that I’d taken.
“Tell me.”
“Not like yours.”
“You’re the one moved by senses, Luxury. How does it feel? How does it taste?”
“I sure am.” Another dart across her mouth, this one kissing the snarky smile on her lips. “Alright, I’ll bite. Slightly salty, yet the act of licking my own . . . uh, it was erotic. Though, I’m so not doing that ever again.”
“Oh?” I clench the hair tighter. “Arse up, higher.”
Another futile tug.
I marvel then at her compliance, unraveling my fist from her curly strands. Luxury freezes as my fingers skim over the ridges of her anus.
“Vic.”
“If you have a single bruise on your body, not inflicted by me,” I growl, stopping her arms from thrashing about, “you will learn pain like you cannot imagine.” I shove my fingers into her pussy, and she shudders around me, resting as much of her weight on the glass wall as humanly possible.
My hand snakes around Luxury’s belly, bringing her into my embrace. “I’m so good to you.”
“Vic, you love to hear your praise.”
“You have yet to praise me, Luxury. And still, I’ve caved to your every whim.” My hand trails over her breast in pursuit of her hardened nipples. “You still require correction.”
At that precise second, the clamp bites into Luxury’s skin. Her body forms an infinity, arse juddering back against me. Hissing, she presses her shoulder into the window for support or as an escape from my brutal touch. More fog unfurls over the glass.
“Easy does it.” One hand splays across her belly. I reach around to apply the other clamp. Weakened knees buckle beneath her. My arm loops under her elbows, allowing Luxury to fall to her knees on the ground.
“Concentrate.” I apply my teeth to her side cleavage, and I want to bury myself inside her so bad that my cock twitches in my trousers.
A shocked mew comes from Luxury, her gaze zipping toward me. “See, you don’t know your body like I do, Little One. You love this.” I walk around the exquisite art I’ve created, pulling softly at the clamp. A perky bud extends. “Forehead touching the floor, lift your hips now.”
Body sagging, Luxury shakily pulls into position, head lowered to the plush rug, arse in the air. “You will ascertain, sooner preferably, that ‘no’ is forbidden. It is stricken from your vocabulary. Do not say ‘no’ with that cheeky mouth.”
“Vic, please allow me to touch you.” The request is earthy, heartfelt, and if I were any other man, it would call to me. But I’m the wanka who craves her ultimate submission and no promise of my own.
I tease, “Ahhh, now you understand. Your punishment was not physical pain, Little One.”
After her first orgasm, it’s a climax free-for-all. One ruthless release after another tortures Luxury’s petite frame. Another orgasm sends a scream burning through her soul until she is slick with sweat, and her hands twist restlessly in her bonds, trying to break free. She wants to touch, to guide her hands over me. She feels incomplete without sweeping her fingertips over my body.