Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
He threw the Chinese food and Thai food menus to the side and then leafed through a few others.
“I could do Chinese,” I told him, guessing that’s what he wanted but that he didn’t want to subject me to any Asian food.
“You sure?”
I nodded. “Like absolutely junky stuff. Like egg rolls and chicken balls with sweet and sour sauce and rice that’s fried with soya sauce and scrambled eggs in it. And while you hook me up for waxing maybe you can hook me up with a membership to your gym? I’m sure I’ve put on five pounds already since being here.”
He smiled pretty big and adorably and then grabbed my ass. “Let’s get a lil’ more junk in your trunk first, my baby.” I nearly swooned on the spot. Then he kissed me quick on the mouth, grabbed a menu from the pile, and then grabbed his phone and as he dialed it he said, “There’s a baseball game on tonight.”
I smiled. “Good.”
“Got an errand so I’ll be a few hours and I’ll pick up the food on my way back. Can you queue up the game for us?”
I nodded and left him to order the food. I made the bed and picked our recently strewn clothes up from the four corners of the big bedroom and then put his TV on the channel for the baseball game. I waited for him on the bed.
I nodded off but woke up to him leaning over me, kissing my neck.
“Mm,” I leaned into his lips. “You smell like Chinese food.” He had a small, shimmery silver gift bag with white handles in his hand. Purple tissue paper corners peeked out. He put it on the bedside table beside me.
I smiled, asking, “What’s that?” and then my heart started beating really loud.
“Presents,” he said softly.
I felt my heartrate pick up even more and my chest felt cold deep inside. I hadn’t been given a present in a long while, not since…since…I broke out in a cold sweat and started to tremble. Hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off the bag.
I heard him, sounding hollow and far away.
“Baby?”
I started to tremble harder. He pulled the blankets back and then got in and pulled me over and then under the covers against him. “You sick? You upset? What?”
“I…” I couldn’t form words. All I could see in my head was Jason. Jason’s face, his dark hair, his blue eyes, his big smile, and he was holding a gift bag the same as the one Dare had. I tried to curl into a ball. I couldn’t get myself together. I was hyperventilating.
“What is it, baby? What?”
“I...”
“Angel?”
“I can’t, I can’t.”
“Can’t what? What’s wrong?”
“Please. Hurry.”
He looked at me like I was crazy.
“Please, please.” I clutched at his fly and tried to get it open.
He grabbed my hand. “Angel? What can I do?”
He knew I was having a panic attack and wanted to help.
“I need, I need…” I was in hysterics. “Hold me down. Take me.” I was whimpering, hyperventilating, clawing at his pants but I had absolutely no sense of coordination.
He said “Shh” and then he caught my wrists and he held them over my head, then pinned them with one hand. His other hand went down the front of the pajama pants and he started to rub my clit.
“Tell me, order me, please.”
“Open up, baby. Stay still.” His voice was commanding, perfect, just what I needed.
My legs spread wide. My breathing slowed down and I closed my eyes. “Tighter, please. Please?” I breathed desperately and his hand tightened on my wrists.
“Don’t move,” he said in a low, husky voice.
I exhaled long and slow and then I started feeling warm again. I started feeling normal again. The sensation between my legs began to build. I started to moan. It took a while and he didn’t stop, didn’t give up, and then I was there.
“Thank you, Master,” I whimpered as I started coming. I came hard, so hard I let out a scream and the sensations went on and on and on even after he let go of my wrists and his hand left my pants.
I shuddered with aftershocks for a minute and then as I started to feel steady again, I realized he was sitting on the edge of the bed watching me. I couldn’t read his expression.
I curled into a small ball against him and put my head on his lap, then looked up to his gorgeous face.
“I’m sorry.”
His hand caressed my hair and he swallowed hard. He looked shaken.
There was a long moment of looking into one another’s eyes and I swear it was like he could see deep inside. I felt naked. Not naked of clothing but stripped completely bare. He lay beside me and pulled me to him and I nuzzled in and inhaled his scent, tried to memorize how he smelled, how he felt. As if I needed to remember it, in case I never felt it again.