Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
I glare at him. "You want me to kick you."
"Try it," he suggests. "See how far it gets you." He plunges his hand between my legs, grinding his palm against me. As soon as I push back against him, he removes it, going back to his rope as if he didn't touch me at all.
I bite my lip to keep from sobbing.
He keeps on and on, touching me, stroking me, plunging one finger inside of me, only to completely remove it before I can even get used to the fact that it's there at all. Each time, he goes back to tying me, smirking as if he knows exactly what he's doing to me. As if he's just waiting for me to snap and try to kick him. It's what he wants me to do. He wants me to give him a reason to punish me.
I resist for as long as I can, fighting the urge as it builds just as high as the desire surging through me. But the minute he smears my juices on his cock and starts stroking himself, I snap.
I lunge at him, too turned on to think straight. Too turned on to think at all. He's torturing me and I can't take it anymore. I need to come more than I need my next breath.
He grabs me by the harness, flipping me onto my stomach. My cheek lands against the pillow, my ass in the air. Thanks to the way I'm tied, I can't fight back. I can't even move.
I sob in frustration as he licks me from behind, using just the tip of his tongue. He doesn't put it anywhere I need it. God, no. He runs it around my hole, teasing, teasing, teasing.
"You think you're in charge here, Gemma? You think you decide anything?" His hand comes down on my ass in a hard slap that sends a pulse straight to my clit. "Toys don't make decisions. They get played with. That's your role here. You take what the fuck I decide to give you." He slaps my ass again, that wicked tongue still not anywhere close to where I need it.
"Please," I sob, my voice cracking as I yield. I can't take it anymore. I need to come so badly; I'll give him whatever he wants. I'll do whatever he wants. "Please, please, please."
He growls, a triumphant sound I feel all the way in my soul. His tongue spears into my hole. I come instantly, screaming his name. It echoes in the room around us as lights burst behind my eyelids and blood rushes in my ears.
He flips me again, rising up over me.
"Look at me."
Somehow, I force my eyes open.
He drags me toward him, lining himself up at my entrance. "Keep your eyes on me. Don't look away. I want you to watch me take what belongs to me."
Oh, my god.
He drags my legs up over his shoulder, wrapping one hand up in the harness to hold me in place. The other is busy between my legs. Even as he pushes his way into me, he rubs my clit, playing with me. I'm so wet, so sensitive. I gasp and cry out, still trembling with aftershocks.
He keeps me right there on the edge as he slips inside, inch by inch. I don't feel any pain. He won't let me. I'm stretched and full and dizzy with pleasure. I don't even feel my hymen give way. I don't feel anything but perfect as he watches me, his eyes locked with mine as if he's staring straight into my soul.
"Look at you," he growls when his hips come to rest against mine. "Taking me like a good little fucktoy."
"I am," I gasp.
"Yeah, you are." He leans forward, pressing a hard kiss to my mouth before he presses his lips to my ear. "Now let's see if you fuck like one, Dilemma." My muscles clench around him, making him growl loudly. "Mm. Just like that."
He tightens his grip on the harness and begins to move, slow at first as if giving me time to adjust. He watches my face carefully, looking for any signs that I'm uncomfortable or need him to stop. When he doesn't see any, he goes deeper. And then harder.
I throw my head back, shouting into the room.
"Goddamn, Dilemma. I knew this pussy was going to be perfect." He bites the side of my neck, groaning. "I'm going to imprint my fucking cock in it."
"Harder, Bronx."
"You want more?"
"Yes." The fact that I can't move right now is killing me. I want to touch him. Instead, he's touching me everywhere, and all I can do is take it. It's torture all over again, but I don't want it to end. If we get to choose the way we die, I want it to be like this. With him all over me, fucking me to death.