Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry,” I assure her. “I’m not going to spank your ass with it. Take off your clothes and show me your little tits.”
Lust glimmers in her eyes and she boldly yanks off her shirt. She’s wearing a bra, surprisingly, but that thing gets tossed away in an instant. Once she’s shimmied out of the rest of her clothes, she gives me an innocent questioning look. It makes my cock really fucking hard.
“How many girls have you brought in here?” she asks. I want to fuck the jealous glare right off her face.
“A bunch.”
“So you’re a manwhore?”
“I was. Not anymore.”
She smiles. “So we’re really boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“We’re more than that.”
“Oh really?” She quirks a dark eyebrow.
“You’re my obsession.”
“Like the 80’s song?”
I snort and pop her thigh with the belt. “Shut up. You’re ruining it.”
She kicks at me. “You said you wouldn’t spank me.”
Shrugging, I kick off my shoes and pin her with a stare, my lips quirking up on one side in amusement. “I lie sometimes.”
This must turn her on because my beautiful girl lies back on the bed and spreads her legs to expose herself to me. My cock strains through my pants so I quickly shove down the rest of my clothes. I grab one of the condoms I took from my house and toss it on the bed for later.
“How do you feel about duct tape?”
She sits up on her elbows and eyes me curiously. “Elaborate, please.”
“Would you let me bind you?”
Her skin blotches red as she mulls over her answer. Then, she grins. “I guess, if you eventually let me go.”
“I’m never letting you go.”
“In that case,” she says with a laugh. “Bind me, Coach Captor.”
“Would you let me shut that mouth?” My cock twitches at the idea of her mouth taped shut.
She doesn’t miss my excitement. “Do you do this sort of thing with other girls?”
I swat her stomach with the belt, causing her to yelp. “Not to this degree. You’re the only one I want to do crazy-ass shit with. I want to tie you to my bed and keep you there.” I scrub my face with my palm. “I don’t understand how you get under my skin and make me mental for you but you do.”
My words must satisfy her because she licks her lips in a seductive way. “I think that was a stalkerish way for saying you really, really like me. Who knew you were such a romantic?” She sighs and runs her finger along the seam of her pussy.
I grit my teeth and slap her hand with the belt until she jerks it away from her cunt. “I’m a big fucking romantic. Now you know.”
“What if I don’t like you tying me up? What if something hurts and I can’t tell you no because my mouth is taped shut?” she asks, apprehension in her voice.
I kneel before her and inhale her between her legs. “You’ll love it. I’ll make you love every single thing I do to you.”
“Okay. Put me in, Coach. I’m ready to play.”
“That mouth of yours gets me so goddamned hard, baby.”
She reaches between her legs again. I pop her hand with my belt. One day she’ll learn. This pussy is no longer hers. It belongs to me.
“Well stop fucking talking about it already,” she groans. “I’m about to die of orgasm deprivation.”
I chuckle as I yank the roll of duct tape out from under the bed. She may not be the first girl I’ve gotten a little kinky with but I sure hope she’s the last. I don’t want any other girls in my bed. Just her. Only her. From here on out.
Riiiip!
A shocked gasp escapes her when I tear off a strip of tape. I slap it over her perfect lips. Those pretty blue eyes widen in surprise. Then, I set to taping her wrists together in front of her.
“You good?”
She nods but she’s wiggling as if she’s nervous. I lean forward and nip at her tiny nipple. Once I start sucking on her tit, she seems to relax. Good. I press my palm to her chest and give her a small shove. She falls back against the bed and squeals through the tape.
Smirking, I stand and go on a hunt for my old lacrosse stick. A strand of pink hair has fallen in front of her face. God, she’s so fucking adorable. When I retrieve my stick from behind the door, she stiffens upon seeing it.
“It’s okay,” I say with a teasing grin. “It’s not what you think.”
She relaxes for a brief moment.
“Spread your legs, Miss Flexible.”
Worry flickers in her gaze but when I splay my palm over her belly to stroke her, she lets go of the fear. My cock aches when she effortlessly spreads her legs as wide as the lacrosse stick. She doesn’t fight me when I tape her ankles to each side. Our eyes meet. Heat blazes in hers and I know it matches what must be in mine. I grip the middle of the stick and bring it up in the air so her ass and pussy are mine for the taking.