Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
I’m as helpless as she is by the time I raise them to my nose and inhale deeply, sucking her musky essence into my lungs. It isn’t enough, even when I lick her nectar from them and savor the taste. I’ll never get enough of her.
She’s still moaning in misery, hanging on the line between arousal and release, when I lift her from my lap and throw her face down across the foot of the bed. “Why should I give you what you want?”
“Please, Callum.” When she pushes herself up on her palms, I slam her down again, a hand between her shoulder blades.
With the other hand, I lift her dress again and pull the thong free, letting it fall to her ankles. “You’re going to learn. I decide when you come. I decide whether you live here or elsewhere. Where you go. What you do.”
I move her legs apart with one of mine before lowering my zipper with a trembling hand. I’m so close already, painfully erect, balls aching.
It’s the sweetest relief to sink deep into her wet heat. Her cunt clenches around me, locking me in place and promising release. “Repeat what I just said.” My thighs slam against hers. “I decide.”
“You… you…” Still defiant. She doesn’t want to give in. I almost admire her for it.
I wrap her silky hair around my fist and pull until she lets out a broken cry. “Say it!” I demand. “I decide.”
“You decide!” she wails, pounding the mattress with her fists.
“Because I fucking own you.”
“Yes!” She’s a helpless, screeching animal. “Yes, yes!”
“And you go nowhere without my say-so.” She’s getting tighter, wetter, and I don’t know how much longer I can last. But I have to. I need to hear her say it.
“Yes! Oh, yes, just let me come!”
Through gritted teeth, I grunt, “Because. You. Are. Mine.”
“Yours! I’m yours!”
I release her hair in favor of leaning over her, driving hard and deep while I growl in her ear. “Come for me, little bird. Show me you mean it.”
“Oh… oh, yes… oh, god, yes, I’m—” At the last second, she buries her face in the bedspread and lets out a scream that doesn’t sound human. Like it’s coming from her very soul, like I’ve shattered what stood between us and left behind this screeching, shaking creature.
A creature belonging to me. Every last bit of her.
And she knows it.
With a triumphant roar, I empty my balls deep inside her cunt, filling her with my hot seed. She’s still coming by the time I’m spent, her tiny muscles rippling like they want more, her body trembling.
When my softening dick slides from her sloppy hole, she doesn’t react. “Bianca?” I murmur as I tuck myself into my slacks, but there’s no response. I roll her to her side, concerned, only to find she’s passed out from the intensity of what I made her experience.
“You rest,” I whisper, stroking sweaty hair back from where it’s plastered against her flushed cheek. Now that the storm has passed, there’s nothing but tenderness swelling in my chest when I see her like this. My little bird.
I undress her the rest of the way, careful not to disturb her, before wrapping her in a blanket and carrying her from the room. She belongs in my bed, and that’s exactly where I take her. The conqueror carrying his prize.
It only occurs to me once I’ve laid her in the bed that there will never be a better time to go through with my plan.
Once she’s tucked in, and I’m sure she’s still out cold, I head down to my office. The package is still waiting where I left it on the table near the door—the sight of it stirs satisfaction in my chest and brings a smile to my face.
Tonight, I set things straight. I made sure my little bird knows who she belongs to. Who owns her—body and soul.
But I’ve learned a few things while building my empire.
For instance, assurances mean shit unless you have insurance to back them up. In this case, my insurance is contained within this little package. My soft whistling carries down the hall as I walk to the opposite end of the house.
According to the pack of pills in her nightstand, she took today’s dose. I take the appropriate number of sugar pills from the pack I’m switching out, then exchange the plastic containers. She’ll never know the difference.
But I will. And every time we fuck, and I come inside her, there will be a chance of getting her pregnant. The idea gets my pulse racing. I wonder how long it will take. A young, healthy girl like her should have no problem conceiving.
Though there’s still the extra matter of the fertility drug to seal the deal. The syringe is already filled, and when I return to my bedroom, Bianca is still asleep. There’s nothing to do but pull the blankets back and reveal her naked body. She’s on her side, curled in a ball with her hands tucked under her head.