Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
My muscles harden, and I jerk the straps again. I can hear them crack, but not far enough.
However, I do know one thing … when I’m out of these chains, I’m going to fuck her brains out. And we’ll both fucking love it.
PENELOPE
“Go on then …” I muse, looking at Dylan. “Show me how badly you want it.”
Dylan’s scooting his chair closer and closer. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
He needs to learn what I had to learn.
Satisfaction comes at the hefty price of insanity.
“How?”
I tilt my head, narrowing my eyes. “You know how.”
He swallows. “Please …”
“Please what?”
“Please untie me,” he begs.
God, I love hearing him grovel.
“Why?” I ask, my hand slipping between my legs again. “Give me a good reason.”
“I want you,” he says like a hussy drunk on lust.
“More,” I say.
“I want to kiss you, lick you, fuck you, drive you mad,” he says. “Please.”
That’s it. That’s what I’m looking for.
I slide off the bed, slowly approaching him. He gulps, saliva rolling down his mouth as he looks up at me. And I zip him open, pulling out his already hard cock.
“You want it?”
He nods vehemently. “God, yes, please.”
I straddle him and lower myself onto his length.
“Penelope,” Felix growls, “don’t you go fucking them without me.”
“I’ll do whatever I want,” I murmur, glancing at him over my shoulder. “Who’s going to stop me?”
The rage on his face is magnificent as I begin to gyrate on Dylan’s lap. His eyes almost roll into the back of his head as I go to town, lifting myself before dropping down again, getting him all worked up.
“Oh fuck, yes.” His wrists jerk against the cuffs, hip muscles pushing up to meet my body with frenzied desire.
This is the kind of love I want. Uninhibited debauchery. No more lies. No more denial. All the fucking submission they could ever wish for.
I roll around on his lap, enjoying myself thoroughly, head thrown back, moaning like a kinky fucker. And Dylan leans in, his tongue dipping out to catch even the slightest bit of nipple as my breasts bounce up and down against him.
“You gonna come deep inside me?” I say. “Fill me up?”
“No,” Felix growls. “That pussy belongs to me.”
But Dylan doesn’t even hear him as he whimpers, “Yes, God yes, I’m gonna come so hard.”
“Then give it to me,” I whisper into his ear, smothering his face with my breasts.
A muffled groan leaves his lips, and I can feel his length pulse inside me.
“Penelope …” Felix grunts as I slowly move off Dylan’s lap.
I approach him as the cum drips out onto the floor. “What do you want, Felix?”
“You,” he says through gritted teeth after a while.
My brow rises. “How much?”
“More than anything …” he says between ragged breaths.
I place my hands on his cheeks, leaning in to whisper against his mouth, “You know what I want to hear.”
After a few seconds filled with more groans, he finally grits, “Please.”
A smile forms on my lips as my hand moves up to his strap, releasing one hand. “Just one. Because I want to hear you say that word again.”
But the moment the strap comes undone, his hand snaps around my throat, squeezing tight. I suck in the air, but it won’t go past his tightening fingers latching around the base of my neck.
“What did you want to hear?” he grits. Leaning in, he whispers in my ear, “Penelope … please?”
I whimper from the sound of his low voice humming in my ear.
“You want me to be your fucking slut?” he asks, and I can feel him smile against the rim of my ear.
RIP!
The other strap came loose just from his incredible muscle strength.
“Wrong. Now you become mine.”
He forcefully shoves me onto the bed, his hand still locked around my throat as he spreads my legs wide and plows in without asking, without begging, without even so much as a single word.
And fuck me, is it everything I wished for.
With his hand clasped around my throat, he thrusts in wildly, pouring all his anger into me.
“You drive me fucking wild,” he says, his hoarse voice filled with desire. “Now take my cock like a fucking good slut.”
I can barely breathe, and I don’t even care.
Felix buries himself to the hilt, and I groan, stunned.
RIP!
With ease, he tears the chain off my neck and throws the key to Ali. “Free him.”
“What?” Ali mutters. “But she said—”
“I don’t care. That game’s over now. It’s about time we had our fucking way.” His grip on my neck loosens a little to allow me a breath. “Because that’s what you wanted all along, didn’t you? Fuck me up until I break.” His fingers slide down my skin like he’s savoring all of it before he devours me. “Well, don’t worry, Pen, I know how to give it to you.”
He pulls out only to thrust in full force, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Even though I had so much fun giving them what they deserve, this is so much better as the icing on the cake.