Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
She’s staring, gap-mouthed, her hands still shaking as she presses them to her cheeks. “My panties,” she repeats. “There are…how many are there?”
“A hundred and seventy-two. Soon to be a hundred and seventy-three. The ones I cut off you today will be added as soon as I can get the plaque engraved. Under each one, you see,” I point toward the case, “there is a little plaque with the date.”
Her ass wiggles on my thigh, her body tensing as the depth of my obsession with her sinks in.
“Plaque? You’ve been stealing my panties for two years?”
I nod, pride filling my chest. “I came and went as I pleased. I mean, I did replace them. I drank from your water bottle, laid in your bed and jerked off with your panties on my face. I had you followed whenever you went to class. And remember that kid… Raymond something?”
She winces in my lap, her cute little toes curling. “Raymond Miller?”
I nod. The sound of his name on her lips has my gut churning. “Yeah, the one that asked you out on a date and shoved his tongue down your throat when you said no? Grabbed your ass before you kneed him in the balls?”
“Yeah, he dropped out I heard.”
“Sure, dropped out.” I chuckle, the dark pride warming me as I remember how he screamed when I broke every finger in the hand that touched her, then slit his throat and buried him in the foundation of a new warehouse I built by the docks. “Yeah, I made sure he dropped out,” I finish, leaving it at that.
“Did you hurt him?” she challenges, reading my thoughts, and I snap my tongue against my teeth. I reach down to cup the weight of her breast, my dick needy and ready for another round.
“Hurt?” I ponder how to answer. “Let’s just say, he knew never to touch you again.”
She shakes her head, taking a cashew from the tray as I give her another drink of water, then reach down between her legs with my other hand to fondle her little clit.
“Daddy’s needy,” I growl. “Now it’s your turn to feed me.”
I guide her to her feet, admiring how she looks like this.
“After I get you cleaned up in the shower,” I say, “I’m going to make you extra dirty. You ever thought about getting your ass eaten out, baby?”
Her gasp answers my question.
“Well, you’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?” I chuckle, threading my fingers through hers, walking us toward the steaming shower. “First, I’ll tongue that tight little hole, then it’s going to swallow ten inches of Daddy’s thick sausage. I’ll feed all your holes today, princess. Whether you like it or not.”
CHAPTER 9
Bijou
Does that thing ever go soft? I want to ask, but from the look in Ramses’ eyes, I decide now is not the time.
I know he’s lulling me into a false sense of security. The food, the water, the shower where he washed me with such tender care, adoring and cleaning every inch of me.
I almost forgot I am being held here against my will. Not to mention the things he’s done to me, with me, on me and inside me without real consent.
“I set up a special place just for this,” he says with that gravelly baritone that I love to hate because there’s no fighting how sexy he sounds.
After the shower, he dried my body and hair, taking his time so the towel didn’t rub my skin too hard. Then he slipped a white silk and lace nightgown over my head and kissed me gently. He’s naked next to me now, walking as confidently as he does when he’s wearing one of his black suits.
His lack of inhibitions knots the tender spaces inside me, making me question my sense of reality.
He leads me down a long hallway of white walls and white artwork. Everything here is white, except the cool black marble floor. I pad along next to him, wondering for a second why I’m not fighting harder to get away, then silently assuring myself I’m just waiting for the right moment.
During the shower, he took out the plug, washing me with his hand and lamenting how much he hated having to let any of his cum seep from my body. Then he told me the lifespan of sperm, and how keeping me plugged for any longer wouldn’t be healthy for the microbiome of my vagina, like it was all some school science lesson.
I’m not sure if I should be terrified or turned on. He knew more about my vagina than I did.
I shiver as Ramses’ monster dick stands out like a battering ram in front of him, bobbing happily with each step as he eyes me like a side of beef.
We enter a room that contrasts with the rest of the décor, and I freeze mid-step as I take in the massive glass-roofed space.