Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
The nightgown’s high neckline and long sleeves should have made me feel protected, covered. Instead, I felt exquisitely revealed. Every brush of the fabric against my skin seemed to heighten my awareness of my body. My nipples hardened, pressing against the thin cotton, and I felt a warm tingle beginning between my thighs.
Unbidden, memories of the associates’ hands on my body rose in my mind. I could almost feel the ghost of their touch—Ethan’s large palms cupping my breasts, Travis’s fingers tangled in my hair, Dylan’s gentle caress on my cheek. A shiver ran through me, full of conflicting emotions.
Dylan’s face appeared in my mind’s eye, his hazel eyes dark with desire as they had been the night before. I remembered the way he had looked at me, a mixture of hunger and something softer, almost tender. His voice echoed in my ears: Good girl. Such a good girl, Andrea.
My breath caught in my throat as I recalled the feeling of his cock in my mouth, the taste of his seed on my tongue. My pussy clenched involuntarily, a rush of warmth flooding between my thighs. To my horror and secret delight, I realized I was getting wet just from the memory.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the vivid images. But they persisted, growing more intense with each passing moment. I saw Dylan’s strong hands, imagined them running over my body, slipping beneath the white cotton of my nightgown. In my mind, he cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples. His touch trailed lower, over my stomach, down to the junction of my thighs…
A soft whimper escaped my lips as I realized my own hand had mirrored the path of my imagination. My fingers trembled at the hem of my nightgown, hovering just above where I ached to be touched. I had never touched myself like this before, had always been too shy, too embarrassed. But now, my body thrummed with a need I couldn’t ignore.
Hesitantly, I slipped my hand beneath the nightgown, gasping at the feeling of my own fingers against my heated flesh. I was shocked at how wet I had gotten so quickly. I had to stifle a moan as I instinctively spread my juices forward, in search of pleasure. I became aware of an ache deep inside me, a desperate longing to have something big and hard there… the way Lila and Lydia had gotten to have their suitors’ penises thrusting, claiming, using them.
I whimpered as I began to stroke my virgin pussy. The slick warmth coating my fingers both thrilled and shocked me. I’d never felt anything like this before—this overwhelming, primal need. My hips rocked against my hand of their own accord as I explored my folds, circling my clit with tentative touches.
Just as I was working up the courage to slip a finger inside myself, there was a sharp knock at the door. I yanked my hand away from my pussy as if I’d been burned, my heart leaping into my throat.
Before I could even respond, the door swung open and Greta bustled in. Her eyes narrowed as she took in my flushed face and tousled hair.
“Andrea! Still lazing about in bed at this hour?” Greta scolded, her tone sharp. “The day is half gone already.”
I opened my mouth to stammer an apology, but Greta continued on.
“I certainly hope you weren’t touching yourself under there,” she said, eyeing the way the blankets were bunched around my hips. “Because you know that would mean the strap.”
My face flamed even hotter at her words. The thought of Greta catching me in such a compromising position made me want to sink through the mattress and disappear.
“N-no, ma’am,” I managed to squeak out. “I was just… just waking up.”
Greta’s stern expression softened slightly, though her eyes still held a hint of suspicion. “Well then, it’s high time you got out of that bed. Come along now, to the bathroom with you. It’s time we got you properly cleaned up down there.”
I blinked in confusion. “Cleaned up…?”
“Yes, yes,” Greta said impatiently, already moving to pull the covers off me. “We can’t have you running around all… unkempt. Not when Devin might allow the associates to take you out soon. You need to be prepared to be a pleasing companion. Devin told you about this yesterday. We need to get your puss shaved.”
My stomach did a nervous flip at her words. The memory of the associates’ hands on my body, their cocks in my mouth, sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I squeezed my thighs together, acutely aware of how wet I still was.
Reluctantly, I climbed out of bed, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin. I tugged self-consciously at the hem of my nightgown, very aware of how it clung to my curves.