Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
He inserted his cock until the base and his hips connected with my ass. Every inch of him fit snugly inside me, practically hitting my cervix with his length. He was long and thick, the best cock I’d ever taken.
He thrust into me from behind, using a quick pace right from the beginning. He moved through my slickness, feeling the smoothness my heat oozed for him. He grabbed my hips but kept his hold gently, still thoughtful of the bruises and scars across my body.
“Harder.”
He shoved himself inside me with greater vigor. Our bodies made noises from the friction, and I could hear just how wet I was. He pulled his cock out just until his head was inside before he slammed back into me.
“Grab my neck.”
His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, keeping a firm grip as he thrust into me.
“Harder.”
Despite his quick speed he moved faster. He fucked me as hard as he could, shaking the bed and slamming the headboard into the wall. He breathed hard through his movements, the sweat collecting on his chest.
“Spank me.”
He didn’t obey the command. He continued to thrust inside me, one hand on my hip and the other on my neck.
“I told you spank me.”
He hesitated, afraid of hurting me. He pulled his hand off my hip and gave me a gentle slap across the ass.
It was pitiful. “Harder.”
He didn’t cooperate.
“What did I tell you?”
He rubbed my ass gently before he gave me a hard slap.
His palm reddened my skin but the pain felt so good. It made me feel alive. The pain was different the one I’d already endured. It was arousing and satisfying. “Again.”
He smacked me again.
My pussy clenched around him, knowing an orgasm was just over the horizon. I could feel it in my bones. It already felt amazing and it hadn’t even started yet.
“Again.”
He smacked me harder than ever before.
And that’s when I hit my trigger. I spiraled down, screaming incoherent words and coming around his cock. My face pressed into the sheets and the mattress muffled my sounds. The pleasure was overbearing and I was slipping away, reaching the heavens and the stars.
When the orgasm passed I enjoyed the aftershocks. The tenderness felt just as good as the initial explosion. I relished the feel of his cock sliding in and out of me. I slowly pushed myself up so my face was no longer buried in the sheets.
“Master, may I come?” His submission to me was the sexiest thing in the world.
“No. You can come when I say so.”
He groaned from behind me, loving the change in roles as much as I did.
“Keep going.”
Chapter Twelve
Crow
I took Button everywhere I went. In the back of my mind, I always thought of the man who wanted to steal her away. If he snatched, I’d never get her back. He would take her somewhere I couldn’t follow, Russia or Japan. The only way to ensure her safety was by keeping her tucked into my side every moment of every day.
I took her to work with me every day while she read on the couch. She didn’t make a peep so I could focus on all the tasks I needed to be complete. But now much she blended into the background she distracted me.
I thought about her long legs wrapped around my waist. I imagined her underneath my desk and sucking my cock. I imagined a lot of dirty things that got me hard. Sometimes my temper would snap and I order her to blow me right then and there. Sometimes I turned her on her stomach and fucked her without giving any warning.
My productivity wasn’t nearly what it used to be.
I liked having the control, the dominance. I called the shots and rolled the dice. It was my way or no way. But sometimes her temper flared up and she looked at me with those bossy eyes. I let her take over because I liked being dominated once in a while. And she was exceptionally good at it.
Jasmine avoided me. If she needed something from me she sent an insincere email. She suspected Button was in my office, hovering over me like a guard dog. And she would be right.
As the weeks passed, Button got progressively better. Her bruises started to fade and the rosy tint to her cheeks I once adored returned. She didn’t ache from old pains. She walked on her own and took the stairs at a normal pace. She wasn’t back to what she was before but she wasn’t worse either. There were a few scars along her abdomen, hardly noticeable unless you knew they were from there. The surgeon had to cut her open to save her life.
And thankfully she pulled through.
In a very short amount of time, Button became my whole world. I’d known for nine months, and the time passed in the blink of an eye. She came to me as a prisoner, but I quickly realized I’d become the prisoner.