Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Now, clean this mess,” I say, pointing at the puddle of Coke near the table. When she tries to get up, I growl, “No. On your knees and crawl.”
Her eyes twitch, but the smile on my face only grows as she still obeys my every fucking word.
Yes, that’s the face I’m looking for, thief. That’s the one that gets me going, that makes this worth all the fucking money in the world.
On her knees, she crawls to me in her maid outfit until she’s right at the table with the brush. But the second she tries to place it on the floor, I snatch the brush away and watch her reaction.
“Clean the floor, twig.”
She snarls, “How? You have the brush.”
“How do you think?” My tongue darts out, and I slowly lick my lips until the realization finally hits her. “Lick. It. Clean.”
The sheer number of hateful darts she aims in my direction gets me hard.
“That’s it, little thief. Give me all your fucking hatred. I can take it …” I growl, grabbing her chin to make her look at me. “As long as you play the victim, I’ll play the fucking monster.” A grin spreads on my face. “Now clean it.”
Ivy
Grinding my teeth until a chip breaks off, I bend over and lick the floor clean, tasting the same Coke that was just in his mouth.
I have never felt more degraded in my entire life, but I can’t stop either because I signed up for this. My body is theirs to use and play with as they see fit.
Fuck.
I should’ve known he would put me through the worst kind of stuff.
I lick up the liquids, trying not to think about it just having been in his mouth as I clean the floor with my actual tongue until it’s all gone. But his groan … God, the groan that follows makes my entire body clench.
“Good girl,” he says, placing the brush beside him on the couch like it’s some sort of treasure. “See? You can do it.”
“Fuck you,” I spit, looking up at him while hate slowly poisons my heart.
He grips my throat, and I gasp for air. “Beg. Beg for it, and maybe I’ll allow you to feel what it’s like to be fucked by my cock.”
What?! The arrogance.
I spit in his face.
I don’t know what else to do to gain back some semblance of power.
His fingers slowly uncurl from my throat, and he wipes the spit off, then holds his fingers in front of his mouth … and spits. With his other hand, he grips my cheeks and pinches them. “Open your mouth.”
Slowly, my lips part, and his fingers inch closer to my mouth, rubbing my lips with our mixed saliva until he pushes them in. With his eyes locked onto mine, he pushes his fingers in deeper and deeper until his knuckles hit my teeth. “Lick.”
Rage fills my bones.
Yet I still do what he asks, licking off his fingers until I can taste both him and me on my tongue for what feels like forever.
Victory drags out a smug half smile on his face, making me want to repeat it all over again. But if I did, this game of back-and-forth would never end. This is what he wants. For me to realize there is no way out, no way to take back what I gave away: My freedom to do whatever I wanted.
And I handed it to him on a silver platter.
As his fingers leave my throat, I cough, but his other hand slowly tightens around my neck. He towers over me, dick tenting his pants, and I can’t do anything but let him squeeze off the vein in my neck until I’m lightheaded.
He inches closer and closer until he’s a hair’s breadth away from me, and his tongue dips out to lick my top lip. Just a hint. Just a taste. Just a single touch.
And my pussy is already throbbing.
Fuck no, Ivy! Don’t allow it to affect you.
“Stand up,” he says, a filthy grin on his face as he pulls me up from the floor with a firm grip around my throat.
He guides me back until I’m right in front of the couch, and he sits down, his gaze as well as his hands slowly gliding down my body all the way from my nipples, which peak out of the dress, down to my belly button hiding behind thin white cotton.
His fingers crawl underneath the short skirt of the maid’s outfit, leaving goose bumps in his wake. He pushes up the dress until my thong is exposed, stopping only once the scar he left is visible.
His eyes travel up to mine, and their hunger makes me swallow. “This scar …” His finger slides across the mark he created on my skin. “It looks so goddamn good on your skinny bones. You’ll learn to fucking love it.”