Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“You—”
“Don’t you want to play?”
And we’re back to this again?
“You didn’t bring me on this trip and not expect to get fucked, Devon. That’s what I do. And you know that.” She got on her hands and knees and crawled over to me, never taking her eyes off mine. She rubbed her face all over my hard dick while purring.
And that’s when I lost my shit.
<>B<>
“He wants to play with me,” I panted, the way I always had.
I never expected what would happen next.
He yanked my hair back and I moaned, closing my eyes and waiting for him to do what every other man does.
Always the same.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he ordered in a tone I didn’t recognize.
I did.
And what I saw nearly knocked me on my ass.
There was no lust.
No desire.
No want.
No need.
He looked sad for me. Disappointed and hurt. It was the first time in years that I wanted to cry.
“I’m not doing this with you. I told you that before and I meant it. I don’t want this. I want no fucking part of this. This isn’t who you are… I can’t believe we’re back to this shit. I’m not like your clients and I never will be, Bambi. Do you understand me?”
So I did the only thing that was left for me to do. I said the magic word.
“Please…” I begged him, exactly how he wanted me to.
His eyes widened, he was pissed. He jerked my head back further, leaning right toward my face. “You think that’s going to do it? Huh? You think I’m just going to lay you down and fuck you? Is that what you want? Do you want me to hurt you? Throw you over my knee and spank you like a bad little girl? Hmm…” he mocked.
“Let. Go.” I didn’t want to play anymore.
“Why? We’re just getting started.” He roughly kneaded my nipple and then slapped the side of my breast.
I didn’t make a sound.
“Isn’t this what you want?” he provoked, slapping me again.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, pulling me back to lie on the bed and hovered over me. When I didn’t do what he wanted, he did it for me.
“Your pussy is so fucking pretty… but you know that already, don’t you?” he ridiculed.
He was trying to break me and I wasn’t going to let him. I wasn’t surrendering to him, I didn’t care what he would do or say. My pain was mine. My hurt was mine.
Not his.
I controlled my emotions.
Not him.
“You want me to touch you? Huh? You want me to lick your cunt and then fuck you with my fingers again? That’s what you want, right? You want me to fuck you? That’s what this is about… right?” He smacked my pussy over and over again, making me squirm and scream; not from pleasure, but from frustration.
“Answer me!” he sang. “Fuck, you’re wet. You love to be treated like a VIP, don’t you?” He rubbed my clit; back and forth, causing the friction that had me frantically trying to close my legs to no avail.
“Come on… pretty Bambi, let me hear you come.”
I bit my cheek till I tasted blood and he lapped at my neck.
I moved my hands to touch his cock and before I even had the chance, he let go of my hair and grabbed both of my wrists, placing them securely above my head.
“Little girl…” He toyed with my feelings, just like he wanted to, as he manipulated my clit; having me breathing heavy and climaxing.
“Yeah… who controls your pussy, Bambi? Hmmm… tell me…”
My breathing became erratic and I shut my eyes. I couldn’t look at him anymore because I was breaking, falling apart right before his very eyes.
“Open your eyes, Brooke.”
It was the first time I had ever heard him call me by my name and I immediately opened my eyes at the same time that he thrust in his fingers. Aiming them right to the spot that drove me wild.
“Stop… please…” I desperately panted.
“Oh, you want me to stop now? I thought we were playing a game.” He finger fucked me faster and harder, knowing how to manipulate me.
How to control me.
“Oh, God, why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?” he asked, acting coy.
“Why are you trying to own me, Devon, what the fuck?”
“I told you… we play by my rules or we don’t play at all.”
“Ah…” I screamed out in pleasure. “Fuck… oh, God, that feels good.”
He smiled. It was big and it was bright enough to light up the entire room. “There she is... there you are… there’s my Bambi,” he praised.
My mouth dropped opened and my back arched off the bed. He kept his eyes on mine the entire time that I came all over his hand.
<>D<>
Her breathing was heavy and deep, like she had just ran a marathon; in a way she had. I let go of her and stepped back letting her have some space and air. Her skin was bright pink. She was slightly sweating, and her clit was so exposed that I could see the bright red nub from where I was standing. The smell of her arousal was all around me and she shined brightly with the afterglow of her orgasm.