Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
A knot of fear tightens in my belly, but I nod my head anyway, wanting to go through with this.
“Touch yourself,” he orders while wrapping a hand around his length. Just like the time I watched him in the shower, I’m mesmerized by him. The way his hand wraps around his large penis... the way he strokes himself.
My own hand travels down my stomach and to my folds. I’ve touched myself before but of course never in front of someone. It feels wrong, too intimate, but also it feels right like I’m sharing something special with him.
“Now, rub your clit for me.” His gruff voice vibrates through me as I bring my fingers to my clit and start to draw small circles around it. Pleasure blooms deep in my belly as I watch him stroke himself while watching me in return.
“Mmmh,” I moan softly while picking up speed, rubbing my clit more furiously. The pleasure is there, but it’s not enough to drive me over the edge. Dropping my hand, I lift my eyes from Julian’s crotch to look him in the eyes.
“I don’t think I can do this. I want you to touch me,” I admit, knowing already that this is a terrible idea.
“You sure?” he taunts, and steps closer again. Leaning down, he pinches one of my nipples between his fingers. The action is painful, but a jolt of pleasure follows, making me chew on my lip to stifle the groan that wants to come out.
Breathlessly, I say, “Yes.”
He plucks at my nipple again, and I spread my legs a little wider, beckoning him right where I want him. Chuckling softly, he gets down on one knee, so we are eye to eye. He slips a hand between my thighs, grazing the bundle of nerves between my folds. Something sparks in my belly at his touch, and all I know is that I have to feel it again.
“Again.” I look up, pleading into his eyes.
Gritting his teeth as if he’s in pain, he swirls two fingers over that magic spot, and I let out a low whimper. Keeping my eyes on him, a slow heat starts to build in my belly, and the faster he moves his finger, the higher it rises. Pressing firmer against that spot, he moves faster and faster, and I build up, my muscles tense, my hips rising, seeking out more until I crest.
“I’m…” I shudder against the bench, every fiber of my body unraveling as pleasure rips through me, overtaking my senses.
“You’re coming. Come on my hand,” Julian grunts as the orgasm ripples through me.
Pulling away, he stands up. Taking the same hand that was between my thighs, he brings the two fingers to my mouth.
“Open and taste yourself while watching me beat off. All while knowing that only you do this to me. Only you, Elena.”
Opening my mouth, his fingers slip inside, and his pupils dilate, the blue becoming almost black. Mewling around his fingers, I taste my arousal on them, it isn’t a bad taste, if anything, it makes me hungry for more.
Dropping my gaze to his hand, which is fisting his penis, I suck greedily on his fingers, swirling my tongue around them, listening and watching as he loses himself in pleasure. He works himself hard and fast just as he said, so much so that his movements and grip look almost painful.
Gritting his teeth, the words come out in a rage. “Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you, to blow my load in your virgin pussy. All mine. Every untouched inch of you is mine.”
“Mmmm,” I say around his fingers.
“Spread your legs. I’m going to mark you,” he tells me, and I oblige, wanting to see him unravel and fall apart. He’s seen me weak so many times. I want to see him when he gives in to the pleasure—when he’s at the mercy of his own will.
Spread as wide as I can, he strokes faster, his eyes darting between my face and my spread legs. Sucking harder, I relish in the hiss that slips past his lips and watch with amazement as he tips his head back, bares his teeth, and the cords in his neck and abs tighten. He looks utterly beautiful, and I want to see him like this again. I crave it, need it.
A moment later, his release comes and spurts of warm white liquid land against my mound in sticky ropes. I stare down at them, feeling not disgusted, but marked, just as he said he wanted to do. Seconds tick by, and he tugs his fingers from my mouth. His chest rises and falls rapidly, matching my own.
When he looks at me again, there is this sedated look on his face, and I smile because I helped put it there. For the first time since arriving here, I don’t feel completely useless.