Total pages in book: 221
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
“I want you to be a slut for me, because that’s what a good princess will always be in my world, Cass. She’ll be a slut. She’ll love me enough to open her legs for me and put me first, however I want her to give it and however I want her to show it, just like my mother did for whichever jackass wanted her to spread her legs for them, but that time will end… it will change… things will change.” He’s still moving against me, his cock rock-hard as he pauses. “You’re going to be my wife, and the mother of our children, and when that happens, sweetheart, all my filthy fantasies will be over. All my games will be gone and buried, which is why I need to do them so deep, and so dirty, and so fast now, because soon they’ll be gone. Soon we’ll be married and we’ll be parents, and there’s no way I’ll be opening that mattress room door then. I’ll be burning the fucking mattress outside.”
The glow of thank fuck inside me is beautiful. It’s a relief to know that although his games are dark and dirty and push me to the limits, they’re building to a crescendo because the future is coming. A white picket fence and a man who’s desperate to be the perfect father he never had.
“Can you still do it for me, baby?” he asks. “Can you be the slut I need you to be until you’re my wife? Because I need these fantasies to come to life, before we settle down.”
My smile is genuine. “I’ll be anything you need me to be, Ant, because all I need is you.”
I keep my hands above my head when he frees my wrists, floating with happiness when he tugs my skirt and panties down and unbuttons my blouse.
“You’re going to be my wife,” he tells me as he slips his hands between my legs. “And I love you too much to wait much longer, which is why I’m going to push you so hard… That’s why I can’t hold back, sweetheart…”
I can’t say anything in return, except moan and squirm as his fingers get to work.
“No other man is going to be inside your beautiful cunt once our first child has come out of it,” he whispers. “So we need to make the most of it. We need to play all the games we can play. Is that what you want, too, baby?”
My reply comes easily, because he’s working my heart and my clit so well, both at the same time.
“Yes.”
I’m not ready for the topic change when he speaks again.
“And are you going to give up your career to be the mother I never had? Because I need that, Cass. Do you understand that now?” He slides three fingers deep, stretching me. “Do you understand how I need our family to be worth more to you than anything else, just like it is to me?”
The question is so pointed it jabs as deep as his fingers. He’s working my clit so well that my breaths are shallow, and I can’t speak…
He does, though. He keeps on talking.
“I’ve given up so much of my career to be with you, baby, because this is going to be our life now. I need the same commitment from you. So will you do it for me? Will you quit your job and be with me?”
This isn’t the right time to be thinking about this, and it isn’t the right time to be making these decisions, and my thoughts are twisted, and my body is ragged, and I’m still hurting for him so much and loving him so much that all I want to do is make it right.
So I nod.
I fucking nod.
I don’t need to see him to know he’s smiling.
“You mean it, baby? You’ll quit your job to be with me?”
“Yes…” I say. “I will do… soon…”
“Soon?” he asks, and his tone is already changing. “Soon, like when? Because what’s the point in putting off the inevitable?”
I don’t want to be talking about this while he has his thumb on my clit, so I shift my position and get up on my elbows, looking at him as I catch my breath.
“Soon, Ant. I just don’t know when yet. I have projects I’m working on.”
“Ok, fine, your choice,” he replies, and with that he’s up and on me, freeing up his cock. I don’t get the chance to dwell on it any longer before he’s all the way in my pussy, slamming hard.
My arms are pinned back above my head and he’s all in with every thrust.
“It’s ok, baby, you choose when you want to hand in your resignation,” he whispers to me, his tone as dirty and dark as ever. “But be warned, you may be calling in sick all week, since our games need playing… and I’ve already got several of them lined up for you.”