Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
With a resigned set to my jaw, I turned back and had taken a few more photos of her drinking next to some pill bottles and a couple more of her touching the toy when I realized it was time to take it up a notch.
“Push down the top of your dress, princess. I want to see those perky little tits.”
Her shoulders hunched forward, her arm crossing protectively over her chest. “Marksen, please.”
“Do it,” I ordered.
She looked down and took a few deep breaths, then did as I directed, pushing the fabric in the cups down, folding it into the underwire.
“Red is definitely your color, princess.”
She didn’t say anything. Her arms moved to cover her breasts while she stared down at the table. She looked so vulnerable and crestfallen like that, I had to take a few more photos just for me.
“Now, I want you to take some of that powder and put it on your nipples.”
She stared at the pile of powder and bit her lip as she shook her head. “Marksen, no. What if it absorbs into my skin?”
“So what?”
“I don’t do drugs. I never have.”
“Calm down. It’s powdered sugar. It can’t hurt you unless you have diabetes.”
She leaned in, took a pinch of the sugar, and licked it from her finger.
I quickly snapped several photos.
I didn’t think she even knew the blackmail gold she was giving me.
Then she did as I told her to and put some on her nipple.
God, I wanted to lick it off of her, as if those pert, pink nipples needed anything to be sweeter.
They could be a little stiffer, though. “Take the champagne glass and put it on your nipples. Get them nice and hard for me.”
Her cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink. “Please, don’t make me.”
“Do it, Olivia. Or I will suck them into stiff little peaks myself. Though I doubt I will stop there.”
Reluctantly, she took the champagne glass and pressed it to her nipples one at a time. I got a few okay shots, but it wasn’t giving me the effect I wanted.
“Hold still.” I walked across the room to the ice bucket and grabbed an ice cube. “Come here.”
Olivia got to her feet and met me in the middle of the room.
She let out the most delicious gasp as I ran the ice over one nipple.
She tried to back away, but I snatched her back to me with an arm around her waist.
Her hips slammed into mine.
Our gazes clashed the moment my hard cock pressed against her stomach.
Lowering my gaze to her breasts, I ran the ice cube over her sensitive nipple again, tightening my grasp when she again tried to pull away. It hardened instantly. I moved to the other breast. Enjoying how the skin around her nipple puckered in the most sensual way.
It made me want to fuck her again right here and now.
Screw the photoshoot.
The way she arched into my touch as her lips parted was primal. I doubted she realized what she was doing or the profound effect it was having on me.
Her breasts were sensitive, and I would bet good money if I reached underneath her dress, I would find her sweet pussy slick.
God, she was so beautiful, so responsive.
I wanted to spend hours licking and sucking her tits, trying to find out if it was possible to make her come just by playing with her breasts. I would sit her on my lap and make her keep my cock warm while I teased her.
I resisted.
There was still work to be done.
I flicked a hardened nipple with the tip of my finger. “You know, these would look so enticing with a golden barbell through them.”
“Is that what’s next in your wretched blackmail scheme? Piercing my nipples and hanging a sign between them that says, ‘Slut for DuBois’s dick?’”
“No, of course not.” I tilted my head to the side and glanced at her with my hand to my chest, feigning offense. “‘Marksen’s whore’ will be sufficient.”
“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath.
Grabbing her behind her neck, I moved her back in front of the camera.
“Back on your knees, Olivia,” I ordered.
She did as I commanded and gracefully sank down as she looked up at me, careful to avoid glancing at the erection straining out of my pants.
I reached around her and pinched a little of the sugar between my thumb and forefinger and smeared it on her breast. It stuck to her damp skin. Then I spread more under her nose.
“This is almost perfect,” I said. “Look up at me.”
Her big brown eyes had tears gathering in the corners again. Even with the white dusting under her nose, she looked pristine.
I needed to ruin that like I had ruined her.
“Why are you being so cruel?” she cried.
I cupped the side of her jaw and ran my thumb over her red lips, smearing the lipstick from her lips over her cheek.