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)
He looked again at the toys on the table. I felt the battle he was having with his senses.
“Up until now you’ve been an angel,” he said, “but my urges sink into the realms of perversion. If you go there with me, there will be no going back.”
My pulse was racing on overdrive, because he was on the edge. I could see it. I could feel it. One little nudge was all it would take.
I picked up the smallest dildo. I fixed my eyes on his as I ran the head of it up and down my pussy, trying to be as confident as Maisie.
“Do it to me,” I said, using my other hand to tug on a nipple. “I want it, Julian. I want it all. I want to be a good little slut for you.”
I pushed the head of the dildo into me and let go of it, tugging on both nipples now.
He was shaking his head.
“You seem so sure.”
“Because I am.”
I took hold of the dildo and pushed it all the way in.
“You don’t realise what you’re asking for, Rosie.”
I started working the dildo, tried to do a sexy moan. “I’m asking to be your slut,” I said. “Tie me up and write filth on my body and fuck me. Do whatever you want to me and I’ll take it all like a good girl.”
“Fuck,” he said.
“Fuck me,” I said, working the dildo faster.
“Stop,” he said and my hand froze.
“It’s more than just acting the slut, Rosie, it’s –”
“I don’t want to act, I want to become the best slut,” I said and he shook his head again.
“It would take a huge commitment.”
I shrugged. “I can commit, no problem.”
He hesitated, staring at the dildo in my pussy.
I held it there, waited for the words.
“Quit your job,” he said.
“What?”
“If you really want to commit, you need to ring the pizza place and quit your job, because you won’t be leaving here for quite some time.”
His words took me aback.
“I’m already past the realms of restraint, Rosie. I’m beyond the satisfaction of a few hours of fucking with you, only to wave you off with a see you later. If you stir the pot of addiction, it will keep on spinning.” His eyes were so fierce. “Do it if you really want it. Show me how serious you are. Quit your job.”
I pulled the dildo free as the fears of sensibilities crept in from the sides of my mind. How could I afford–
He shook his head, pre-empting me.
“Don’t worry about the implications. I have more than enough money to share.”
Could I do this? Could I really?
“I’m deadly serious,” he went on. “If this is what you really want, then you need to quit your job and stay here with me. You needn’t worry about money. I’ll more than cover your wages and anything else you might need.”
“Quit my job,” I said out loud. It sounded so weird.
“Yes,” he said. “It really is that simple, if being my slut is what you really want. Have a think about it. I’ll go make us a coffee.”
“Wait,” I said as he made to walk away.
I didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t need to think about it.
My phone was buried behind one of the cushions. My fingers were trembling as I called up the pizza house number, and this time when Marcus answered, I didn’t fake a cough. I was looking at Julian as I said the words.
“I quit, sorry,” I said, on autopilot. “Something has come up.”
I hung up before Marcus could quiz or argue, tossing my phone to the side as I stared at Julian, staring at me.
I closed my eyes as he took position on the sofa. My nipples were hard and my skin had goosebumps, the dildo still on the seat between my thighs.
My eyes were still closed when I felt the heat of him as he leant in, and then came his tongue, lapping from my tits all the way up my throat. His face was in mine as he picked up the dildo.
“Let’s make you a filthy little angel, then,” he said. “The rabbit hole starts here.”
Chapter Seventeen
Julian
I was over and done with fighting my demons. So many futile attempts, always failing. The beasts always won, no matter how hard I fought. And this fight was the hardest I’d ever faced.
I stood no chance whatsoever of winning this war. To think otherwise was nothing short of delusion. Rosie was a greater temptation than all of the other princesses combined.
I knew her poor, perfect pussy would still be hurting as she teased me with it, but if this depraved story of us was the rabbit hole the angel wanted to go tumbling down, I’d go tumbling with her, gladly.
I swapped the smaller dildo for the next size up and my face was in hers as I pushed the head of it inside her, well aware of just how much it would hurt as she stretched. I’d seen thick dildos brutalising tender pussies many, many times before.