Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
She goes stiff when she recognizes the building as we approach. “What are we doing here?” she whispers, gazing out at Lucian’s club. It’s as discreet as always—nobody would ever guess what goes on inside if they passed by.
But it holds memories for us, and our memories are colored by the different reasons we went there that night. For Maya, it was the night she thought she would hand herself over to a brutal, heartless stranger. She walked in there terrified, trying to force herself through it. I want her to have better memories now. “Relax. This is going to be fun.”
“Are you sure about that?” She doesn’t sound so convinced.
At least she stays in her seat while I park the truck, then turn to her and take her hands in mine. They’re trembling, a little clammy. “We’re not going to Hell. We’re going to Heaven. I already arranged everything. You know Heaven is much different, right? We’ll have safe words and everything. You can have control over what happens, and I will respect your boundaries.”
Searching my face with widening eyes, she repeats, “Really? Are you sure about this?”
“What kind of question is that?” Taking one of her hands, I place it over my growing bulge. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day. Don’t get me wrong—I intend on having a little fun with you. But it will be the kind of fun you have a say in this time. Think you’d be willing to give it a shot?”
Her teeth graze her lower lip, eyes darting back to the building. I’m not going to push. I’m not going to urge. She needs to decide for herself. “Okay,” she whispers with a nod. “Yeah. I want to do this.”
“That’s what I was hoping to hear.” I waste no time getting out of the truck, now buzzing with anticipation. Spending all that time sitting there, waiting for her to get out of her session, gave me the chance to do a lot of thinking. Fantasizing. I have plenty of ideas about how we will enjoy our time together.
We walk hand-in-hand through the door leading to what, not that long ago, was a symbol of Maya’s fears and the abuse she went through. As of tonight, all of that’s going to change.
Since everything’s already arranged, I only have to show my driver’s license to be led upstairs to the room set aside for us. As I requested, there is a bed present, covered in piles of pillows for her comfort but also featuring restraints at all four corners. A nearby table holds an assortment of toys and tools, all of which makes Maya gulp as she studies it, while I have a brief discussion with the girl who led us up here. She leaves us alone after a moment.
“Are you all right with this?” I ask, approaching Maya as she stands next to the bed. She’s breathing a little faster, color flooding her cheeks.
“I think so. So long as we can use a safe word, like you said.”
“How about you say yellow if you want me to slow down, and red if I have to stop?”
Her nervous frown turns into a faint, hopeful smile. “That works.”
“Good.” Looking her up and down, I allow the change to come over me, my nostrils flaring as my breathing deepens. “Now take off your clothes and lie on the bed.”
Something sparks in her eyes, and she wastes no time doing as she’s told, stripping down until she stands in front of me in all her naked beauty. My dick is almost painfully rigid by the time she lies down on her back, her chest heaving, her tits moving up and down with every quickened breath. Fuck, I am so hungry for her, always so hungry. This is all it takes. And knowing she’ll be totally at my mercy as I fasten the fur-lined leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles is like a drug. My head is spinning a little by the time I stand up straight, admiring her helplessness.
Her legs are spread, giving me the perfect view of her pretty, pink pussy. It glistens in the overhead light, making my mouth water, giving me no choice but to rub myself through my jeans. It won’t be enough soon, but I want to take it slow for her sake.
“Look at all of this,” I whisper, reaching out to stroke her bald lips until they darken and swell in anticipation. “What should I do with all of this?”
On the table, I find a flogger with leather straps dangling from the end. She watches me pick it up and test the weight, moving it through the air until I’m satisfied.
“What are you going to do with that?” she whispers, with a catch in her voice.
“This.” Holding it over her tits, I let the leather brush her nipples until she squirms and writhes and pulls against her restraints. There’s a wet spot forming on my shorts by the time I trail the flogger’s ends down her stomach—watching her muscles clench and flex at the feel—before I finally drag it slowly over her pussy. Her lips are glistening now, her juices flowing as one tiny whimper after another forces its way from her throat.