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)
Oh, I had every intentions of waking her up, but it was not going to be for dinner.
I stripped off my jacket, folding it over the chair and leaving my briefcase on the table. Unbuttoning the top few buttons of my shirt and rolling up my sleeves, I headed quietly up the stairs to her room. Easing the door open, I could see her sleeping form on the bed. The light from the hallway spilled in, bathing her in soft golden light.
She was dressed in a blue sheer negligee. One strap had fallen down her shoulder, pushing the fabric down, leaving me just a glimpse of the edge of her rosy nipple. Her hair was spread over the pillow, and the diamonds around her throat glittered in the moonlight. She was so beautiful and so inviting. My feet almost moved on their own, carrying next to her bed.
Her lips parted just slightly as she shifted, and I slowly leaned down. The need to taste her was overwhelming. To slip my tongue between those pouty lips, to nibble on them until she moaned into my mouth.
Freezing, I gripped the headboard and closed my eyes. What the fuck was I thinking? I don’t kiss my subs. They weren’t relationships. They weren’t girlfriends. They were just for pleasure, and a kiss on the lips was far more intimate that anything I would do between her legs.
It had been a long time since I kissed a woman—since even feeling the urge to kiss.
Irritated with myself, I unlocked the closet door and find what would be needed for tonight. Returning to the bed, I gently picked up her wrists and secured them in the cuffs. Her large caramel eyes suddenly fluttered opened, and she gasped. Instinctively, she tried to scramble away from me, but the cuffs prevented her.
I gave her a few minutes to wake up and realize what was happening. “Mr. Langston?” she whispered. “I thought something might have happened to you. I was worried.”
Instead of answering her, I held up the blindfold. Her chest heaved as she stared at it and glanced uncertainly at me. Leaning over her, I covered her eyes and tied the blindfold in the back. “I’m going to have you, Daisy. I understand the importance that women put on their first times, but this isn’t going to be some romantic story that you tell your friends when you leave here. This is business. This is about money and pleasure. When you think about this moment, you don’t need to picture my face. You’ll just remember what I do to you. Do you understand?”
At first, she didn’t answer. Angry, I reached out and pinched her nipple. Hard. She gasped and jerked under me. “Do you understand?” I repeated coldly.
Whimpering, she took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes. Master.”
God, she’d done it. The acknowledgement had come on her own, completely unprompted by me. Clearly, her time alone had been well spent. With a growl, I shoved the covers back and reached between her legs. I’d expected to find her panties, but instead, she was bare.
And wet.
“What is this?” I hissed and slid a finger inside her. “Did you touch yourself tonight, Daisy?”
“No, Master. I was waiting for you.”
“So why are you wet?”
Even in the dark, I could see her blush as she turned away. Withdrawing my hand, I smacked her pussy, and she groaned. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“I didn’t do anything. I swear. It’s just that when I think of you…when you’re near…” her voice trailed off, and I smiled. The girl more than pleased me.
Withdrawing my hand, I stood from the bed to undress. Her head turned in my direction, and I could tell that she was trying to find me, but I kept my movements silent. Her hands clenched above her head, and she started to close her legs. “Master?” she asked hesitantly in the darkness.
Naked and aching, I returned to the bed and crawled between her legs and pushed them apart again. She was wet, but she still wasn’t ready for me. I was large, and knew that taking her virginity would be painful for her. Still, I didn’t want to hurt to the girl. Leaning down, I slid two fingers in her and stroked while also stretching and preparing her as best as possible.
“Mr. Langston. Master,” she whimpered. I leaned down and nipped at her inner thigh. Immediately, she shifted her legs farther apart, and I wedged a third finger inside her. Daisy cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, and I quickly slid my tongue over her clit. From her body’s reaction, I could tell that she was confused. She retracted and pushed forward, working through the pain and wanting more.
I stroked harder and rough, but continued to lick and suckle on her until her whole body went taut and her pussy shuddered around my fingers.