Total pages in book: 216
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
Everything else is crazy, but then there’s this. I close my eyes and my body takes over. I don’t have to think— It’s just— So… Oh…
He sucks and sucks so hard I see stars. I reach down to bury my hands in his curling locks but at the last second he catches my wrists and pins them to my side near my hip.
I buck against his mouth.
Oh God, he’s barely been at it two minutes, but I’m already almost there.
So close.
Muffled cries of ecstasy groan from my throat as he takes me higher and higher.
It’s almost there.
I’m frantic with it. I need it so bad.
Everything’s been crazy and insane, but this need is so pure and clear and—
My stomach bottoms out even as I jerk my pelvis up into Xavier’s face, ready to ride out my climax when he suddenly pulls away.
“Wha—?” I blink in confusion as he stands up, leaving me in a useless puddle on the floor.
He wipes his mouth with his forearm, face placid. “Follow me into my shower and we can continue. Then at dinner I’ll feed you like a good little pet.” He holds a hand down to me to help me up.
So I can be his pet.
Goddamned-mother-fucking piece of—
“Fuck you!” I shout again.
“Language,” he says with a frown, turning on his heel, “But I will be seeing you at dinner.” He tilts his head sideways, eyes focused on my still exposed pussy where he flung up my skirt. “I want to eat you out again for dessert after the filet mignon.”
He ignores my scoff of outrage and leaves to shower.
When I try to beg off dinner an hour and a half later, Xavier lifts me over his shoulder—so goddammed annoying he can toss me around like that!—and deposits me on my feet by the dining room table. Where again there are no chairs other than his own.
He proceeds to eat the most juicy-looking filet in front of me. Both the cut of beef and Xavier himself look mouthwatering. Xavier’s freshly showered and changed into a blue Henley and a worn pair of jeans.
Every so often he’ll hold out a bite of meat on his fingers to me. Not even on a fork. Each time I turn away in disgust even though the rumbling of my stomach echoes loudly in the mostly empty common room.
Xavier finishes the last bite of his steak with a satisfied burp and I glare at him. I have no idea how I can both be so attracted to him and repulsed by him at the same time. He’s starving me and for what—just to prove some dumb point?
And you’re refusing to eat for the same reason, an annoying inner voice argues.
Shut up, I snap back. He started it.
Glad to know I’ve got the mature high ground here. Sigh.
Especially since I don’t know where the hell I’m standing when, after Xavier finishes his meal and downs half a glass of red wine, he declares it’s time for dessert. He stalks toward me where I’ve hovered at the opposite end of the table.
I thought he was joking about that.
Nope, apparently not. He grabs me and hikes me up on the edge of the table, then rips my panties off before going to town on my pussy as voraciously as he attacked his meal.
Which is to say, in minutes, he has me straddling the same edge he had me on earlier in the day. I grab the tablecloth with my hands, knowing if I reach for him at all, he’ll just pin my hands down. I bite my lip and try to muffle my cries.
Oh God, I’m so close.
The waves are shattering. Higher and higher.
So close. Almost there.
If I don’t make a noise, maybe he won’t realize and I can climax before he pulls away.
I try to stay still. So achingly still when all I want to do is shove my pussy against his face until he’s sucking down all my honey. So hard, never stopping and—
Oh, oh, God, yes—
The bastard pulls away right before the sweetness hits.
“Wait—no, please don’t—!”
He pauses, wiping his mouth with his forearm, eyes glittering. “Did you have something to say? Are you hungry for Master to give you your dinner?”
He reaches lazily up with his thumb and gives my pulsing clitoris a caress.
I bite down on my lip because, oh God, just say yes. Let him give you what you need. It would be so easy. Stop fighting it. Bliss is right there. I try to press into his thumb but he retracts it, leaving me whining and panting for him.
“Just say the word, Pet.”
Pet.
Fucking pet.
The word stings and cuts through the haze of lust. God, would I so quickly give up my self-respect for one little orgasm?
I don’t need this asshole for those anyway. I can take care of it all by myself, thank you very much. He said no pleasure is allowed except what he gives me. But he leaves all day to take care of his farm or ranch or whatever the hell it is he does all day.