Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
I stand and pull the connecting devices from the bag and secure the ones around her wrists to each thigh, locking her arms down by her side. “Beautiful,” I whisper.
“Haidyn?” She pulls on them but has no luck. Even if she wasn’t weak, she wouldn’t be able to get out of them. It just makes her moan again. “Kiss me.” She licks her lips. “Please kiss me like you did in my kitchen.”
I smirk, placing my fists on either side of her head. This is going to be easier than I thought. “You want me to kiss you?” What surprises me the most is how much I want to hear her say that again.
Her eyes search mine, but I’m not sure she sees me at all. Nodding, she begs, “Please?”
I grip her cheeks, and she arches her neck, parting her lips. I lower my mouth to hers and spit into it. She doesn’t even gag. Instead, she leaves it open like a good girl, and I smile, lowering my lips to hers. I kiss her. My tongue enters her mouth, tasting her, and she arches her body off the bed, begging for more. But that’s all she’s going to get tonight. Pulling away, I run my fingers over her lips and slide them into her mouth. She wraps her lips around them and sucks as I shove them to the back of her throat, making her gag.
“Fuck, doll face. Look at you begging me to fuck your mouth already.” She blinks, and her unfocused eyes start to well with unshed tears. Slowly, I remove my fingers, and her body lowers to the bed, her eyes closing.
“Where do you want my cock the most—your ass, cunt, or mouth?”
“My pussy.” She groans, her body rocking side to side. “My pussy, please…”
I chuckle. That’ll be the last hole I’ll fuck of hers. When you fuck a woman’s pussy, it’s for her enjoyment. Nothing about this will be about her. It’s all about me. She’ll learn to please me.
I lower my hands between her legs, and she spreads them for me. I run the tips of my fingers up and down, feeling her wetness from coming on herself earlier.
“Yes.” Her hips buck, but I don’t push my fingers into her.
My plans with her will take weeks, months even. I’m going to ride this train as long as I can.
I stand and watch her chest rising and falling softly. She’s out for now. “Come on, doll face.” I slide my arms under her limp body and pick her up, carrying her to her new home. I was telling the truth. How long she stays with me is up to her.
CHARLOTTE
I’m floating, but at the same time, I feel like a blanket is on top of me, weighing me down. There’s a humming in my ears, and my mouth is dry. My heavy eyes open, and I realize I’m lying on my back, staring at a black ceiling. Everything hurts, including my back. I feel like I slept on an uneven rock.
Rolling onto my side, I stop myself when I feel my arm is in the way. I try to move it, but it doesn’t work. Did I sleep on it wrong? Has it gone numb?
Sitting up, I look down at it to see black belts wrapped around each thigh and a short chain connected to matching belts that are around each wrist, pinning my arms down.
My breathing picks up, and I start yanking on them, but all it does is pinch the skin on my thighs from the leather. “HAIDYN?” I shout his name, throwing my head back, trying to get my wild hair out of my face so I can see clearly. “Haidyn?”
I’m met with nothing but silence. I manage to get to my knees. It takes a lot of work, but I’m able to get to my feet. My legs feel like Jell-O, so I press my back against a cold concrete wall, trying to take in my surroundings.
The first thing I notice is a small mattress on the floor. No bigger than a twin. It’s what I was lying on. It looks dirty, and there’s a wet spot from where I was most likely drooling. At least, I hope that’s what it is. To my right is a white countertop with six cabinets underneath.
I rush over to them, almost tripping over myself, which would suck because I can’t use my hands to keep from slamming my face on the concrete floor. Bending down a little, I position myself to where my right hand can reach the cabinets. I grab the handle and try to open it, but it’s locked.
“Fuck!”
I try the other, then another, and another with no luck. All six are locked. “Goddammit.” Haidyn is smarter than that.
Blowing my hair out of my face, I look at the far wall, and my heart picks up as I step in front of it. It’s a mirror. A large square glass that takes up most of the wall. I see myself in the reflection. I look hungover. Or like I’m coming off a three-day binge of some sort. My eyes are puffy, and my hair is a tangled and wild mess. My chin and cheek are slick from drool.