Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I want to cry for him. I want to give him everything he demands of me, until I’m so lost in him that I don’t have room to think about anything else. I won’t have to feel anything but transcendent pleasure.
This is the release I only find with him.
“I won’t cry for you.” I defy him, sinking into our power play.
“You will. You’ll do whatever I say, because you want to please me. Don’t you?”
I lick my lips. “Maybe.”
“Always this game,” he chides. “We both know what you really want. I should turn you over my knee and paint your ass red with my hand.”
“You’d have to catch me first,” I taunt breathily.
“As if you could outrun me,” he sneers. “You’re such a little thing, so fragile. I could break you so easily. I would hunt you down and fuck you in the dirt. And you would come all over my cock. You can’t escape me. You don’t want to.”
I turn on my vibrator.
“No,” he barks. “Hands only. That vibrator can’t handle you the way I can.”
I turn it off and set it aside, but I don’t wait for his command to touch myself. Boldly, I cup my breast, teasing my nipple through my pink silk nightgown that I know he likes.
“You feel that?” he purrs. “That’s my hand on you. I’m giving you this pleasure. You’re just my instrument, my pretty little toy. Your body is mine. Your will is mine. Are you ready to obey me, Karolina?”
“That depends on what you order me to do.”
I’m clinging to my defiance by a thread. The temptation to surrender to his control makes my fingers tremble with the force of my desire. My entire body feels alive in a way I only experience with him.
But it will be so much sweeter if I make him work for it. He can’t physically overpower me, so I lean into our battle of wills.
Our game is familiar, but I never get bored. Ever since we connected in the chat room of my favorite erotica site when I was a freshman at UNC, he’s been my only source of carnal release.
“You love when I force you to surrender.”
He knows me so well that it should scare me. Even virtually, our connection has always been potent enough to satisfy my needs.
“If I chased you through the woods, how long do you think you would pretend to evade me?”
“Who’s pretending?” I breathe, teasing my nipple with my thumb. I won’t dare to stimulate myself more without his direction.
Already, I'm slipping under his control.
“I’m very fast,” I assert. “Try to keep up.”
His low chuckle is pure, predatory satisfaction. “But I’m stronger. Once I catch you, you’ll regret defying me. I’ll make you apologize with your mouth while I grip your hair in my fist. Then you won’t be capable of sassing me.”
I suppress a whimper at the phantom feel of his shaft sliding along my tongue. I’ve never experienced anything like that in real life.
“Put your fingers in your mouth,” he commands. “Show me how you’ll suck my cock.”
I resist complete obedience; I ease the tip of one finger between my lips, teasing him. I flick my tongue over it and keep my eyes locked on the black pools where his are hidden by the mask.
“You can do better than that,” he says. “I want those fingers touching the back of your throat so you can hardly breathe unless I allow it. You’ll be such a good girl taking my cock nice and deep.”
I slide two fingers along my tongue, moaning at the decadent sensation as I imagine it’s his thick shaft filling my mouth. When I push deeper, I suppress my gag reflex—just like he taught me.
“Hold them there,” he orders.
I still my fingers, but the rest of my body writhes in my sheets. My clit pulses madly. I can barely breathe, but I don’t dare withdraw my fingers. I don’t want to.
He waits until I’m dizzy with need before he relents. “Good girl. Now lick them. Show me how you’ll worship my cock.”
I comply, caressing my fingers with long, hungry strokes of my tongue. I wonder what his precum would taste like. Just the thought makes my eyes roll back on a low groan.
“Eyes on me.”
My gaze snaps to the shadowy sockets of his skull mask, and I fall into the inky darkness, allowing it to swallow me whole.
“There’s my sweet kitten,” he praises. “Don’t stop. Pinch your tight little nipple with your other hand.”
I prop up my phone on my nightstand so I can comply, freeing up both hands to play with myself. He’ll get a full view of my body, just as he likes.
Pain flares when I pinch my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, sending answering sparks of pleasure dancing straight to my core. My inner muscles contract, aching to be filled.