Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
She stepped closer to the screen until her nose was almost touching the pixels of Harlow sobbing softly on the floor as Ellis stripped in front of her. It was hard to watch, yet I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from what was happening in front of me. She was such a beautiful mess. I couldn’t wait to taste those pretty tears on my own tongue, though it would be a while yet.
“She’s scared,” she muttered, her finger trailing Harlow’s features on the screen. “Can’t you tell?”
“Of course I can,” I replied sharply. “She should be. It’s her first fucking day.”
She glanced at me over her shoulder, her smile sly.
“I was scared on my first day,” she said softly. “Do you remember?”
She approached me, her fingers twirling around my collar, smoothing out the fabric. I snatched her hand in mine and glared at her.
“You need to remember your place,” I growled at her. “Or do I need to remind you what you are in this house?”
“Maybe,” she whispered, her voice heavily accented, just like it always was when she got aroused.
I turned her around, her back trembling against my chest as I gripped her by the throat.
“You’re nothing but a plaything,” I told her darkly. “A toy for my men to play with. I could have all of them on you at once if I decided that’s what I wanted. You know that, don’t you? It’s what you’re so fucking scared of… Yet so desperate for, you’re dripping down your legs as we speak.”
She whimpered. I didn’t even need to check if I was right, her moans spoke of it themselves. I wasn’t going to start playing her wicked games again, anyway. Not by a longshot – I was done with her and the sweet fucked-upness of her twisted mind. I’d only met one person who could match my own kind of crazy – and it was her. Together, we were an unstoppable force. But we were also a tornado of insanity, of mindless self-indulgence and the need to ruin everything we touched.
I’d hurt her enough, and she’d messed with my head enough for one lifetime. I was done dipping my dick in crazy.
“I hope you do,” she whispered against my fingers around her neck. “I hope you make them all fuck me… Like you used to, do you remember?”
How could I forget? Days of pure carnal pleasure, of satisfying every need my body had with hers and using her to get myself off, in any way I saw fit. She’d been my slave once. Now, there was nothing but contempt for her in my heart, contempt, and a peculiar kind of gentle curiosity, which sometimes piqued my interest.
But I was done again, and I let her go. She choked and sputtered as she moved back towards the screen, pointing towards the girl suffering on her knees.
“You’re doing it to her,” she snarled. “Don’t think it makes you any less of a monster just because you’re not the one doing it.”
She was right. I was still the same, fucked-up me I’d always been. Perhaps I was even worse now, since I was letting others do my dirty work.
Someone once told me you had to break a bird’s wings to make it stay a beautiful captive, singing its song of sorrow in a pretty gilded cage. Yet wasn’t I taking the coward’s way out by not clipping the bird’s wings myself?
I hated that she was right, and I refused to acknowledge her words. Instead, I turned back to the screen and stared at my pretty girl’s mouth being raped.
Because that was what Ellis was doing. What he’d been instructed to do. To break her by taking her clit and her ass and her mouth, but leaving her pretty virgin pussy untouched for me. I may have been a monster, but even I couldn’t deny myself the simple pleasure of her first time. I needed to be the one to do it. I knew her training would be harder with that tight cunt being off limits, but it was the order I gave, and I was planning on sticking to it.
“She is a beautiful girl,” she remarked, a hint of jealousy in her voice. “Is she going to be your only one?”
She knew of my habit to only keep one girl at a time. Currently, I didn’t have anyone. I had been without a slave for almost a year, ever since I’d visited pretty little Harlow in her apartment and gotten a consolation prize – a lock of her pretty blonde hair that I kept in my breast pocket.
“You don’t get to ask questions,” I told her. “And, in fact, it’s time for you to go.”
She glared at me as I grabbed her wrist and forced her towards the exit.