Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Mr. Langston hummed against my pussy and the vibrations pushed my orgasm even stronger. I gripped the bedding in my hands, twisting and clawing at them with each gasp of delight. My eyes slammed shut, the darkness adding to my pleasure.
When the orgasm started fading, my limbs collapsed against the mattress, my energy spent in the best possible way.
It took a full minute to regain my breath.
“God, that was—” I started to say, opening my eyes and searching for the man that could bring me such enjoyment, but he was gone.
I was soaked in my own sweat, thighs covered in my own juices, and still craving more, but utterly alone again. With a groan, I pushed myself up and stared down at my body. His teeth marks were still evident on my thighs, and my body throbbed for him.
Guilt washed over me. Once again, I gave him everything that he wanted—even called him master. I’d planned on begging him for more time, for another day before he took my virginity, but after tonight, I had no leverage. Instead, I’d begged him to let me cum, and now he owned me.
Now he would take anything that he wanted from me.
Curling up in the bed, I buried my head in the pillow, confused more than ever. Frustration at myself for wishing Mr. Langston hadn’t left like that, and fear over tomorrow morning, made tears prick at my eyes. My fingers trailed up to the collar. I had to remind myself what I was to him. A paid sex toy and nothing more. No wonder he didn’t stay. The tears burned my cheeks as I hid under the blankets and tried to forget what I’d agreed to.
Chapter Twelve
Brick
Her breathy moans chased me all the way back to my room. A cold shower did nothing to chase the heat that consumed my body. I wanted Daisy to cry out again from my touch. Wanted to hear her beg for me again.
And I wanted to be balls deep inside her.
I stood once again by my window and stared outside, unable to even drink or work. Daisy had me obsessed in a way I'd never been over a woman before. The only way to ease this longing was to have her completely, and if there was any sense in me, I'd go right back to her bedroom and take what I wanted. How much time did she really need? She’d been so responsive to my touch tonight. Did she really need another night?
Why was I tormenting myself like this?
The bright moon pierced the darkness. I stared at my bare arm and balled my hand into a fist. The muscles and tendons of my arm flexed. Power. Control. That was all that I needed. My sexual urges were second to that, but I had risked quite a bit in buying Daisy—or renting, as she had pointed out. Julia was right to be angry. If word got out about my little deal, I'd be slaughtered in the press.
A single picture. I'd been captivated by a picture, and hadn’t known just how addicting she'd be. If there were any brains in my thick skull, I'd kick her out right now. Pay her whatever she wanted and wish her well.
Except there was no way I wasn't going to do that—couldn’t do it. And it was growing more and more obvious that I wasn't going to get any sleep either. There were better things to do other than brood in my dark room.
Moving quietly to Daisy’s bedroom, I pressed an ear to the door. There was no movement in the bed as I opened the door. She really was a heavy sleeper. Her chest moved up and down as she breathed deeply. I slipped by her bed with the key to her closet and unlocked the door. Even without the light, it was easy to find where the rope hung and the vibrators had been placed. After I discovered that Daisy was a virgin, I rearranged the room to fit her limitations and my needs.
She stirred a little as I circled my fingers around her wrist and moved it to the bedpost. Wrapping the rope, I secured her arm and moved to the other. By the time she fully woke up, her legs were almost tied down too.
“Mr. Langston?” she asked sleepily. “What are you doing?”
“My room was too quiet to sleep,” I murmured, tightening the last knot. Spinning the dial on the bottom of the vibrator, I listened with satisfaction as it revved to life. “I needed to hear you scream.”
“What?” she gasped, but I gave her no warning as the vibrator pressed directly on her clit. She thrashed and jerked as I moved the buzzing ribs over and over against that bundle of nerves.
“Ohhh god,” she said, moaning on the words. She pulled against the ropes tying her, every muscle tensing as her orgasm came swiftly. Another moan came, turning louder under she was screaming and gasping against the pleasure, but I didn’t stop. I loved the way she squirmed under my touch, and bucked her hips to meet the vibrator even more.