Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” I say, petting her pretty hair. “That’s it. You’re a good girl, Olive. You’re a very good girl.”
I hold my dick in her mouth, counting the seconds. Her eyes begin to water, making her mascara run, and her breathing is erratic and loud.
But I keep my dick right there in her mouth, pressed against the back of her throat, until I get to the count of three hundred. She’s counting too, I’m sure of it. She doesn’t know what my count is. It’s never the same, but she knows I’m keeping time.
And when I get to three hundred, I give it one hard thrust and then pull back to let her cough. But just as quickly as she recovers, I push back in, making her gag again. I keep doing this until the count of sixty. I’m not sure if she’s counting with me now. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’s not, because she’s moaning.
“Do not come,” I threaten. “Do not come, Olive.” She looks up at me, nodding, her face smeared with black mascara now.
I just look at her. I want to take a picture of this moment, but my phone is all the way across the room and breaking the moment isn’t worth it. I live for this. I live for this girl, and her hot, wet mouth, and her makeup-smeared face, and her eyes.
There’s something really wrong about it.
My attraction to Olive is forbidden. And I don’t want to be so enthralled by her, but when those gorgeous eyes of hers look up at me like I’m her God, there’s no way I can resist her seductive enchantment.
You must, Brose. You must resist.
She’s not yours.
She belongs to CORE.
She belongs to CORE. She belongs to CORE.
I say this over and over and over in my head because it’s true. But right now, I don’t care about the rules. I pull out, grab her by the shoulders, spin her around, push her face up against the door, and lift her dress up.
She opens her legs for me without hesitation and I can hear her whispering, “He thinks for me, I act for him. He thinks for me, I act for him,” over and over again.
When I thrust my dick inside her, she comes. She doesn’t make a sound, nor does she clench me, but everything is so wet all at once that there is no way to miss her insubordination.
I lean in to her ear to make sure she hears my ragged, whispered words. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.”
But that’s what she wants. She wants to be bad and she wants to pay for it.
I grab her by the wrist and drag her over to the couch. Then I sit down, pull her across my lap with her ass in the air, and smack her until I come all over myself and her cheeks are red with handprints.
6 - Olive
Asoft chime wakes me and when I open my eyes I’m rewarded with a spectacular view of an approaching thunderstorm through our floor-to-ceiling bedroom windows.
Brose stirs in the bed next to me, his voice thick with sleep. “Turn the chime off, Olive.”
For being a stickler for rules, he’s very hard to wake in the mornings. But that just adds to his appeal, I think. That he likes his sleep.
I reach over, tap the alarm clock, and the chime stops.
“Thank you,” he mumbles, his face now under the pillow.
I swing my legs out of bed and stand up, stretching. I have my back to him, but I know he’s watching. And when I peek over my shoulder, he is. One eye open, staring straight back at me.
This is a morning routine with us. In fact, after two years, pretty much everything is a routine with us. I smile back and he winks, then closes that one eye for a few more minutes of sleep as I make for the bathroom.
By the time I’m showered and changed, he’s up and dressed. I come out of our closet pulling on a trench coat as I watch him knot his tie in the mirror over the dresser. He winks at me again and I smile.
“Hurry up, hurry up,” I prod. “We’re gonna miss the train.”
We’re not gonna miss the train. It’s not Amtrak, for fuck’s sake. It’s the Blue Line out of CORE headquarters. But this is just what I say to him. It’s just part of the routine.
Brose turns and smiles. “How do I look?”
He looks delicious is how he looks. And if we didn’t have work, I’d just tackle him sideways onto the bed and have my way with him one more time. But we do have work, so I just compliment him. “Good enough to eat.”
Brose walks towards me, grabbing his coat off a chair as he passes, and by the time I’m pulling the door open, he’s shrugging it on.