Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“This isn’t fair,” I whine.
“I know. That’s why it’s fun.” He drops a kiss on my nose. I bare my teeth at him.
The vibrator buzzes to life. My growl turns into a yelp. I come off the bed as much as the bondage will allow. The toy presses against all the delicious spots inside me, teasing me until I’m panting. Every muscle in me clenches, but as I get close to orgasm, the vibrator dies.
I sag into the bed, too overcome to speak.
“I’ll be back, bunny,” he says, and he leaves. I struggle to escape but get nowhere before the vibrator surges inside me again.
I don’t know how long he leaves me like this. All I know is the intense moments when the vibrator is on and torturing me. I squeeze my thighs together, clenching around it, but I can’t get the right angle to trigger my climax. Sweat trickles down my temple. My inner muscles scream when I tense them. All too soon, the vibrator dies. I bite back a scream and count down the seconds before it starts up again.
When he walks in, many vibrator rounds later, I am one hundred percent a cranky bunny. It doesn’t help that he looks just as hot as when he left, not one golden hair out of place.
“You,” I growl.
“Me.” He settles on the bed but makes no move to free me.
“You left me. All day.” I rack the chains to emphasize my words.
“You want something, bunny?” He brushes his fingers over my breast, and I fight the urge to arch into his touch.
“You know what I want.”
“Mmm.” He squeezes my breast, and I sigh. His mouth descends. His tongue flicks my nipple.
I fist my fingers in the pillowcase. I want him to fuck me. I want him to untie me so I can slap him and force his face between my legs.
It’s frightening how much I need him.
He raises his head, a wicked gleam in his stormy eyes. “A little longer, I think.”
“No!”
But he doesn’t listen. He fits an attachment to the dildo, one that slips between my ass cheeks and stimulates my sensitive entrance back there. I squirm but can’t dislodge it. It adds another delicious dimension to my arousal. Delicious and disturbing. I never knew how good a vibrator there would feel.
This time, he leaves me for longer. Time has no meaning. The light under the door deepens to amber and disappears, chased by shadows.
By the time the door creaks open again, I’m relieved to see him but too exhausted to move. My skin glistens from my straining.
He removes the toy, and I’m not even embarrassed at the wet squelch it makes when it leaves my pussy. He undoes the bindings around my waist and leg, and I whimper.
“Jaeger, you have to help me.”
“I will, bunny. Shhh.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. He frees me from the chains so he can lift me off the bed but keeps the cuffs around my wrists. He clips them together so my hands are still bound.
“No touching,” he warns. I’m so wrung out that I nod. Anything to be free of the low-grade torture.
He takes me to the bathroom and then rinses me in the shower. I sit and let him wash me. He’s careful with the sprayer around my swollen pussy. I spread my legs wide, and he shakes his head.
He’s not going to let me cum. But the fact that he’s denying me is extra hot. It disturbs me how much it turns me on.
I have the feeling he’s preparing me for something, but I don’t want to ask what. I’m afraid I already know.
After a dinner that he hand-feeds me, I’m feeling more myself. He clips my cuffs to the side of the chair and leaves me for a moment before returning and carrying me to the bed, where he’s changed the sheets.
“I’m going to uncuff you, but if I catch you touching yourself, you will remain tied up all night and all tomorrow.”
“Fine.” I offer him my wrists. He removes the cuffs and rubs the red marks, even kissing them. The brush of his lips sends flutters through my belly.
Which reminds me… “What happens if I cum accidentally?”
“You will be punished.” The look he gives me sears both fear and excitement into me. “And you will not like it.”
I wish I were brave enough to do it anyway. What sort of punishment are we talking about here?
It’s as though he can read my mind. “There are metal chastity belts made to be worn all day. They cover everything, from here to here.” He hovers a hand over my pussy, then runs a hand over my ass. “You think one day is hard? Try a whole week.”
My head goes back a beat. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.” He’s dead-eyed, scarily serious, enough that I shrink from him.