Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I rub the front of her pussy wall and smile as she throws her arm behind her, clutching at the back of my neck with her small, delicate hand. Her forehead creases in concentration.
I can feel Grace tensing up. And then, it happens. Her naked body shudders as she bites her lips. Still, hot little moans escape her lips.
Keeping the same pressure and momentum, my fingers dance between her legs, even as her body goes limp. Grace pulls her legs together and grabs at my hand, pushing me away.
Just as she wants, I pull my soaked digits out of her pussy. Watching her slump over me, I smack her lips with my palm. “You don’t get to push me away, kitten. You can ask me to slow down, but it’s up to me whether I grant your request or not. And you need to keep your legs open unless I tell you otherwise. Understand?”
Panting for breath, Grace parts her legs. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear. “You see, even if it hurts, you’re mine. You don’t want me to stop or walk away—not really. So you see how I know we belong together?
“Deep down, you know it too. Even if things aren’t perfect, even if some things go wrong, you’d rather stick around despite the pain. Even the pain feels good. Because it’s you and me.”
BDSM has always appealed to me, but only in theory—until Grace came along. I thought the tens of thousands of dollars that I’d paid the club to join them was a waste, but when I left the city, I forgot to cancel my membership.
And that was fate too. Because if I weren’t there that night, I wouldn’t have met Grace. And Jack wouldn’t have come into the world.
With reluctance, I tear my hands off Grace’s silky skin. She can probably feel my hear beating against her back. Everything hangs on how she responds to what I do next.
“I’m not holding you down, kitten,” I say, fighting the urge to run my hands all over her. “But you’re not walking away. You know why?”
Grace shakes her beautiful head. Her cheeks are flushed from the orgasm, and she still yearns for more—I can tell. “No, Sir.”
“Because you’re mine. And if you weren’t too stubborn to admit it, you’d see it too.”
Grace bites down on her bottom lip. “Sir . . .”
“Yes, kitten?”
“Can I see you, please?”
I yank her blindfold off. “You’ve been a good girl, and you deserve a reward.”
Grace turns around to face me, straddling my lap. She sighs heavily when I grab her ass with both hands. I can’t fucking wait to explore every inch of her body. I’ll even pop her anal cherry one of these days.
Grace exclaims and lifts her ass up off my lap when I touch her asshole. She pouts. “Please, Sir. Not there.”
“Okay, not tonight. But I’ll take you there too. You know why?”
Grace’s hair caresses my skin as she shakes her from side to side.
“Because this ass—” I grab her ass cheeks “—is mine too. Every part of you is mine. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
My cock strains against my pants. I can’t fucking take this torture anymore. I think Grace gets the point I wanted to make now. “You’re going to get my pants dirty if you keep grinding on me like that.”
Slowly, deliberately, Grace glances down at my crotch where a wet patch has formed over my erection. “Oh, no. I’m sorry, Sir. How can I make it up to you?”
“Take my cock out, and I’ll show you,” I growl. This innocent act she’s putting on makes me want to pin her down and fuck her hard and fast.
But this is not about what I can take from her. It’s about her giving me what I already know is mine.
My cock fucking jumps at her touch as though it’s never been touched by female hands before. I watch, unblinking, as Grace lifts herself up over my lap, then sinks herself down onto my cock, putting her body weight where our bodies meet. She’s tight, but she’s also so wet her pussy slides smoothly over my cock, fitting around me like a snug, warm sheath made just for me.
For one perfect moment, the clock seems to stop. Grace’s jaw drops open. Her eyes squeeze shut. Her eyebrows knit together. Her moan is silenced when I bottom out, knocking the wind out of her lungs.
“You’re so big, Sir,” she sighs. As Grace grinds herself back and forth on top of me, I rest my knuckles over my pubic bone, pressing it against her clit. She picks up her pace, wrapping her arms around me as she frantically chases her orgasm.
She’s close. I can tell by the way her pussy is choking me. Every time she impales herself on me, I can feel the tight muscles around her entrance sliding over me.