Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Reaching down, I grab the hem of my dress and pull it up and over my head before tossing it to the side. I hook my fingers into the waistband of my thong and push it down.
“Leave the heels on,” he orders, and I clear my throat. “Turn around.”
I’m glad to oblige and take a shaky breath when I have a second to look at anything but him. I place my hands behind my back without being told—I know what he wants.
“Good girl,” he praises me, securing my wrists in the cuffs. The sound of them clicking in place is deafening as they secure my hands behind my back. There’s no going back. No escaping them. I hate that it feels like home. I spent so much time like this and have allowed him to knock me back years in a matter of seconds.
I should be ashamed. Pathetic and weak.
“Face me.”
I bow my head, doing as I’m told. He’s sitting down on the couch once more, and I stare at his jeans. My body shakes, my breathing is labored, and my heart is pounding.
He leans forward, dropping his hand to my ankle, and gently touches his tatted knuckles to my skin. I jump from the initial contact. I immediately find his eyes, remembering his rule. When I’m touching you, you look at me. He doesn’t look surprised or amused by my unease. He slowly runs his knuckles up the inside of my thigh while staring up at me.
My legs tremble at the softness. The tenderness in his touch. I’m waiting for a slap or to be thrown onto the floor. He glances over my heaving chest, my hard nipples.
“Kashton,” I whisper, though I’m not even sure why I said it or what I want to say.
“Yeah, angel?” He runs two fingers over my pussy, and my hips rock forward on their own.
That burning sensation covers my skin. As if I’ve been doused with gasoline and lit on fire. I’m fucking sweating standing here in nothing other than my heels while trying to catch my breath.
“You’re soaked, Eve.” He pushes two fingers between my legs but doesn’t enter my pussy. He doesn’t have to. “Just like the last time I had you naked.” Pulling his hand back, he runs his fingers down my inner thigh, leaving a trail of wetness, almost daring me to deny it.
Dropping his hand, he undoes his belt and slides it free from his jeans in a full, smooth swoop.
“Straddle my legs,” he orders, and I slide onto the couch, forcing my shaking legs farther apart to do as he says. I’m embarrassed by how sweaty my legs are against the roughness of his jeans. “Why are you shaking, Eve?” he asks.
I can’t answer. My tongue is too heavy.
“Hmm? I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to play with you.”
I whimper, and he smiles, placing the belt around my neck and looping it through the buckle before pulling it tight. I swallow to see how much space he leaves me to breathe. Not much, and it makes me moan.
“You’re gorgeous, Eve,” he says in awe as his fingers slowly circle my hard nipple. “Every inch of you is perfect.”
He’s going to ruin me, and I’m going to let him. Why? Because it feels good to be wanted. The way those butterflies flutter in my stomach has me dripping for him. Literally. My pussy is staining his jeans while I straddle him.
This is what we’re groomed for. Sex. Even he was raised to be this way. Dominant and controlling. To think with his dick. I haven’t had sex in years, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he got his dick sucked this morning.
Taking the excess belt that hangs down my exposed chest and stomach, he positions it so the warm leather lies down my bare back. The buckle is now at the nape of my neck. “Up on your knees.” He slaps the side of my shaking thigh.
I wiggle my way up onto my knees so my head is above his, and he lowers his body into the couch. He’s practically lying down in the new position. One hand grips my ass while the other fists the belt around my neck. It forces me to look up at the ceiling as it tightens.
My lips part and I suck in a ragged breath.
Then I feel his tongue on my pussy. My hips rock forward, and a shudder runs through me. “Kash—”
The belt tightens more, and it takes away my ability to breathe, let alone speak. My cuffed hands fist and my eyes close, but my hips rock back and forth as his tongue slowly licks at me like I’m a sucker he wants to savor.
KASHTON
I hold on to the belt while my other hand releases her ass and moves between her legs. I finger her soaked cunt while my mouth sucks on her clit. She makes unintelligible noises while she rides my face.