Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
After a quiet moment, I look at her face. She seems lost in contemplation.
“I think so,” she finally answers. I chuckle at her response.
“You’re being very good, kitten. How would you like me to reward you?”
She bites down on her bottom lip.
“I--” she starts to speak but stops herself. I know she’s ready. I know she’s craving a release. Each time I rest a hand gently on her lush ass, she tilts it slightly.
“Tell me, kitten. I want you to know that you can tell me anything. So long as you’re respectful, you won’t be punished.”
“I don’t want you to...have sex with me.” Hearing those words fall from her lips is disappointing. But I simply tack on the unspoken “yet” to the end. Obviously, she won’t admit that she wants me just yet. She’s angling for control as well. This is her bid to ensure that if she says no, it’s not going to happen. And that’s a truth. I want to earn it. I want her to yearn for my touch and desire pleasing me more than anything else. And I will. This is just a step, a small hurdle, in that direction.
“I don’t intend on fucking you. Not until you beg me, remember?” She eyes me warily and I know I should just play my cards, so she has more confidence in her decision. I reach inside my pocket and pull out a small vibrator.
“You’re doing very well, kitten. I’ll be honest, I’m very pleased. But you haven’t earned my touch yet.” Her brows creases and she almost looks disappointed. “This is all I’ll use.” She looks between my face and the vibrator.
“You’re going to tease me? Until I beg.” It pisses me off that she makes that assumption. Although I know she’s read that shit in her books.
“No. That would not be a reward. I’m going to put this vibrator against your clit and make you rock yourself on it until you cum. That’s all there is to your reward.”
She may not notice that her ass raises just slightly, but I sure as fuck do.
“I asked you a question. Do you think you should be rewarded?”
“Yes.” She finally gives me the green light in a breathy voice that makes my dick impossibly hard.
“I think so too, kitten.” I push the vibrator under her, past her clit and snug between her body and the bench, just to warm it and then walk around to the front of the bench. I take the strap in her left hand and move it into place. She pulls back and nearly falls off the bench. “This is your reward, but you will receive it how I see fit.”
Her big brown eyes look up at me with worry. I can’t wait to ease her concerns.
“I told you what’s going to happen. I won’t lie. Once you’ve cum, I’m going to want you, and I’ll ask. But if you say no, or don’t beg well enough, I’ll release you and show you to your room.” She nods her head and places her chest flat on the bench again. Her breathing is coming in pants, and I know she’s scared. But she’s trusting me. In only a day, I’ve gained enough trust to make her bared to me, completely vulnerable--and she did so willingly.
The realization thrills me.
I strap both her wrists and her ankles, letting my fingers trail along her exposed skin. I gently pull the nightgown up to her waist and then slip her panties slowly down her thighs. They don’t go far, but it's enough to expose her. I bend slightly and blow against her glistening sex. She’s so fucking wet. I want to lean in and take a languid lick of her sweet cunt. I want to slide my fingers inside and feel her tight walls clench as she cums. But right now, I’m limited. Soon. Soon, she’ll beg me for more. She’ll desire nothing else. I smile as I pull away and pull out the warmed vibrator and twist it on.
Soon, she’ll be begging me.
9
Catherine
I pull my wrist slightly, but I can hardly move.
My arms don’t even bend. The leather straps around my wrists have virtually no give. My ankles are strapped as well, and I can barely move my legs at all. I’m completely restrained. My heart beats frantically as his hands move down my body. My ass is higher up and I know why. This bench was made for fucking. And I’m strapped to it. Willingly.
As soon as he locked in the first buckle, I felt regret. I don’t know him. He’s not a good man. That’s really all I’m sure of, at least about him. I know one other thing. I have to do this in order to get out of here. And he promised he would let me out. He’s made all sorts of pretty promises. My blood heats as his hand lingers on my ass. His other hand moves to the other cheek, and he spreads them. I can’t help that I’m turned on. I’m so fucking hot for him. It’s been over a year now since I’ve felt a man’s hands on me. And I’ve definitely never felt the hands of a man like Anthony. It’s exhilarating.