Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I don’t find him in the living room or in the kitchen, and silence surrounds me, thick enough, I can hear my own ragged intake of breath. Chills of anticipation wash over my skin as I continue my search.
I slow my steps, but he doesn’t call for me again. Once was enough. This is a game we’re playing, and even though I’m on the hunt for him, it doesn’t make me feel any less like the prey.
I creep in the direction of his room, noticing that the door is cracked, but there isn’t a speck of light coming from inside hinting at what could be on the other side. My heart is pounding, a staccato rhythm in my ears as I inch forward. My hand trembles as I use the tip of one finger to push it open.
I’m half afraid he’s going to jump out of the corner and try to scare the shit out of me. He doesn’t, but that doesn’t stop the gasp from escaping when I find him standing in the middle of his room, completely naked, and stroking his very eager cock.
My eyes widen, and he loses his composure for the briefest of seconds, but in an instant the smile that was forming on his perfect lips turns serious once again.
“Come inside,” he growls, and my feet begin to move before the connection can be sent from my ears to my brain. “Do you like my friends seeing the outline of your perfect tits?”
My nipples tighten when his eyes dart to the front of my thin shirt.
“Are you that much of a tease?”
I do my best to keep from clenching my thighs together. I fail, and the heat in his eyes says he knew I would.
“Will you not be satisfied with just my cock?”
My head tilts, and I want to back away. He’s treading very closely to one of my hard limits. Not just the one about sharing me, but this is taking a turn toward humiliation, and that’s not something I’ll handle well.
“Is. My. Cock. Enough?”
“Yes,” I answer, my head nodding slightly.
“Why?”
“Because I’m yours.”
“What’s mine?”
“I am.”
God, I love the possession. All thoughts of wanting to get away fade into the ether.
“What else is mine?”
“My body,” I pant.
“Specifically.”
“My pussy.”
“Whose pussy?”
“Yours. It’s your pussy.” The organ of conversation clenches around nothing, as I wonder if he’s going to be able to restrain himself today, the same way he was able to before. It’ll kill me if this ends without him inside of me.
“Who will I share your pussy with?”
“No one.”
“That’s right, baby. My pussy. Only my pussy.” He drops his hand, and my eyes stay on his cock as the light from the hallway catches the damp tip. “Will you touch my pussy when I’m not around.”
“Y-yes,” I answer truthfully.
“Even when I tell you not to?”
“Yes.”
“Even when it earns you a punishment?”
“Because I want multiple punishments.”
He clears his throat to cover a chuckle, but once again regains his control. I absolutely love seeing that he can’t always be stoic around me. It makes this more tangible, more real, and I’ve never had that before. I long for it on every level.
“Orgasms aren’t the only form of punishment you know.” He steps even closer, near enough I can feel the heat of his body, but he still isn’t touching me. “What if I spank your ass instead?”
“That’ll probably make me come, too.”
He groans, his cock flexing near my stomach.
I want to reach for him, to touch him. My fingers tingle with the necessity to brush his warm skin and soak up his warmth, but somehow, I manage to keep my arms at my sides. The restraint only heightens what’s to come.
“Why are you still wearing clothes?”
My throat seizes. “You haven’t told me to take them off.”
His teeth dig into his lower lip before he speaks again. His eyes trail down the length of me, and it’s as if he can already imagine my nakedness. I feel exposed even though I’m the one standing here dressed when he isn’t wearing a stitch of clothing.
“Do you want me to undress you, or do you want to do it yourself?”
“Wh-Whatever you want.”
“So obedient,” he praises, his thumb traveling the side of my breast. My nipples ache, tits growing heavy with the soft touch. “Unwrap yourself for me.”
“With modesty?” I tease since he demanded this very thing in the elevator before.
His lip twitches, his cock jumping between us, and I don’t know where to focus my attention at the moment.
Instead of giving me another command, he reaches for me, hands traveling up my sides, the thin fabric of my tank top fisted between his fingers. Lifting my arms to assist, my breath hitches when he pulls the shirt over my head. My tits bounce, eager to be released, and I take a half-step closer to him.