Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
“You aren’t going to be the girl in those pictures,” I managed to say.
“Please! I can be!”
I shook my head, breaths in a fervour.
“No.”
She must have thought I was pushing her away, because her fingers twisted back in my hair. It was her lips peppering mine this time, interspersed with begging. Please. Please. Please.
I was in far too deep to stop, too consumed to even think of pulling away. But there are many layers to passion. Filth and fetish were cornerstones to my addiction, but Rosie was at the very beginning. I had worlds to show her before the real fruits of my deviance showed their face.
That’s how I managed to ease my conscience right then.
It was going to be about her, not me.
I was going to show her what real passion meant.
I was going to educate her and give her what she needed before some useless cunt from this godawful fucking estate took it from her without even a thought for her needs. She wasn’t going to end up as a cheap token fuck in some asshole’s repertoire. I’d show her what it meant to be a goddess. A treasure to be worshipped by someone in utter adoration.
It would set her benchmarks for the future. Her life when I was gone.
My next kiss was slower, my tongue flirting with hers. She liked that. She moaned as she found her groove with mine, her tongue becoming more adventurous. Our breaths flowed into sync and I pulled away enough to flick my tongue across her lips, loving the delicate smile on her face as she looked at me.
There was as much adoration in her eyes as I’m sure there was in mine. Her smile made me smile and my cock swell. I’d been fighting the urges for way too long. Way, way too long. I hadn’t touched a girl since I’d walked away from Oxford.
Rosie’s confidence had definitely increased some. Her fingers came up to pull my tie loose, but I shook my head.
“No. This is about you, not me.”
She looked confused. “But I want to…”
I shook my head again, and this time I took her wrists, guiding her arms up and over the back of the chesterfield, leaving her sitting there, arched for me.
“You’ll keep still,” I told her. “You’ll enjoy what you’re given.”
She nodded at that, and my cock swelled some more at the sight of her subservience. She was a pleaser, who’d fly high on praise. I didn’t want to be pleased tonight, though. I wanted to fly high on her heights, not mine.
Her lips were puffy from our kisses. Tender. She was genuine this time when her teeth pinched her bottom lip, her eyes hooded behind her glasses as I let mine rove right the way down her body. My stare must have scorched as I soaked in the heaves of her chest, her work top straining over her tiny tits. I’d already glimpsed the prettiness of tiny nipples under damp fabric when she’d been wearing my shirt as a nightgown. I was desperate to see them through the delicate lace of her bra. Because that’s the thing about knowing filth inside out. I knew how to turn door handles and glance inside without making a sound. I knew how to snoop, undetected.
I’d seen her clothes on the floor. I’d already seen her sweet little panties and lacy bra.
I held back from touching her and savoured every moment. I stared at the promise of untouched skin under her clothes, my mouth watering at the knowledge it was all there for me.
“Do it,” she said, offering her body with the slightest arch.
“My pleasure,” I said.
She groaned as I tugged her top over her head, revealing the sweet lace bra I’d known had been awaiting me. Her tits looked even better than I’d imagined. Her nipples were tiny buttons on sweet pink. Her bra was nothing more than a token gesture, because she didn’t need the support. Her tits were too beautifully small.
I stroked her nipples through the fabric, and her eyes closed tight. Shy.
“Look at me,” I told her.
I teased her nipples again as soon as she did as she was told.
“Nobody has ever touched you, have they?” I asked, just to see the beauty of her shaking her head.
The gorgeous little creature really was a blank canvas, and the deviant part of me wanted to exploit it. I wanted to take the marker pens from my wardrobe drawer and scribble obscenities all over her, at odds with the perfect little flower she was.
“Have you ever taken anything in your cunt?” I asked her, and her eyes widened in the way I adored.
“Do you fuck yourself, Rosie?”
She shook her head, almost embarrassed. “No. I just play.”
“Play how?”
She swallowed, cheeks burning up. A beautiful sight.
“With my clit,” she said, and my cock strained in my pants.