Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Only if he told me to.
“Here is what is going to happen. I am going to play with this little cunt, and I am going to make you come on my fingers. You will not make a single sound. Is that clear? I want you silent as I make your pussy mine.”
I nodded, not making a single sound and consenting to let this man keep touching me intimately. It was madness. I shouldn’t have been letting him do this, but I was helpless to stop him.
I wanted it too much.
His thumb kept constant pressure on my clit while his finger slid in and out of me, brushing against the sensitive spot he had found with every single thrust.
“God, you are so tight, and so wet. You’re such a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” he whispered in my ear. Even as close as he was, I barely caught his words.
I opened my mouth to say something, then snapped it closed again. What could I say to that even if I could speak? Would I have argued? What argument could I have made, when I was wearing his shirt, my legs were spread, and I was letting him touch me?
“You are so responsive, but well-behaved. You would make the perfect little pet. I would have you naked at all times, chained to my bed, wet and ready to serve me whenever I saw fit.”
Before I could fully register the words or figure out why I liked that idea so much, he pushed a second finger into me. I gasped, the stretch surprising me and burning just a little in the most amazing way. The bit of discomfort added to the pleasure he was giving me. I wanted to cry out, but I couldn’t. That would break his only rule.
“Such a good girl. You’re so greedy for it. I bet you would take my cock so well. The way you’re gripping my fingers, your cunt is so greedy for more.”
The more he spoke, the more he said such graphic and crude things, the more my body responded to him. My thighs were pressing against his hips, the muscles in my core tensing and releasing, and more and more pressure built. Even my fingers, still flat against the desk, were cramped with the need to reach out and touch him.
I wanted to put my hands on his bare chest, feel his skin and heartbeat under my fingers, and know this was real. This was happening. But I couldn’t. I was too afraid this was a dream, and if I moved, it would all fade away into nothingness.
That couldn’t happen.
“I think you would like that, wouldn’t you? That’s your dark little secret. You dress all prim and proper in your designer clothes. You spend time with the right people and say the right things. Every moment of your day, you act like a lady, but deep down, you are no lady. You are raw fire, passion, and need. This tight little body aches to experience all the sinful things life offers, not just the good things society deems appropriate. No, you need the wicked things that lurk in the dark. You want to taste sin, feel the wicked pleasures of the flesh, and give yourself into temptation. I see you, angel. I see you, and I can give it all to you if I decide you are worthy.”
His hand moved faster, harder, and deeper. The wet sounds of his fingers inside me filled the room and filled me with shame, but even that added to the exoticness of it all.
“Give in to it,” he whispered. “Let it take you.”
My back arched, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I cried out as my hand went to his back, and I held myself against him as wave after wave of pleasure racked me.
“Such a shame,” he said as he ripped his hand from my body, stepped back, and forced me to grip the edges of the desk as the orgasm fizzled out, and I needed more. “I knew you couldn’t be my angel.”
CHAPTER 6
THOMAS
“Bad girl,” I admonished her. “I told you not to make a sound. I knew you were no angel. You are a little devil. If you disobey me again, I will have to bend you over this desk and spank you. Though maybe you would like that punishment a little too much.” I placed the fingers that were dripping with her honey to her lips, and she immediately opened her mouth and sucked them clean.
Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that Rose Astrid would be so perfectly submissive, and so incredibly responsive. I bet even tasting herself on my fingers made a fresh wave of wetness flood her panties.
The way she looked up at me with those bright green eyes and refused to make a single sound as I whispered dirty things in her ears and played her sweet virgin cunt like a violin were almost enough to make me forget my plan. The temptation was always at my door, and I usually could decide when to partake, whether the consequences were worth the indulgence, or when the price was too high.