Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I stare at the cherries. Stunned and confused, I’m unable to do anything else. It seems like my heart is going to beat out of my chest.
The man leans over me, picks up one of the cherries with his free hand, and brings it to my lips.
I’m going to faint. I’m not sure what to do. How will I chew?
He rubs my lips with the treat. “Open, Baby girl.”
My entire body shudders at his choice of words. His voice is filled with promise. It’s dripping with sex, and I immediately grip my knees together to squeeze around the sudden pulsing between my legs.
I’ve never had this sensation before. My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples are hard against my bra. I’m panting as I finally find the brain cells to open my mouth and accept the cherry.
The pad of his pointer strokes my lip as he releases the sweet orb. “Good girl.”
Holy fuck. I’m going to self-combust. What’s happening here?
“Be careful, Baby girl. Chew it well.” His lips are closer to my ear. His voice is low and sensual.
It’s a wonder I don’t choke on the cherry as I chew and then swallow.
The dark man’s fingers stroke my cheek. “You are more than I ever imagined,” he says softly.
My head is spinning. Is this really happening? Maybe I fell asleep, slid off the chair, and hit my head on the floor. It’s possible I’m actually in a coma.
The man reaches for another cherry. He brings it to my lips and drags it along the seam, but when I open my mouth to take it from him, he pulls it away. “Be patient, Little one. Let Papi decide when you may have the treat.”
I whimper. My entire body is trembling. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Granted, I didn’t even know what it meant to be horny until I started reading age-play books, but nothing I’ve read has made me as aroused as this man feeding me cherries.
He’s so dominant. I can feel his power wafting off him. It’s making butterflies take flight in my stomach. I’m marginally aware of the dull roar surrounding me, but I pay no attention to anything or anyone. All my focus is on this man. Is his name Papi?
He brings the cherry to my lips again and strokes the bottom one, causing me to pant. My lips part, but I don’t try to snag it. I wait for him to offer the sweetness to me.
I’m so aroused that my panties are dampening. The more I squeeze my thighs together, the wetter they feel.
The dark man bends so his lips are on my ear. The position causes his warmth to disappear from my back, making me quiver and almost whine at the loss.
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Little one?”
I lick my lips as I nod, getting another taste of the cherry flavor in the process.
“Yes, Papi,” he prods. “Show me what a polite Baby girl you are.”
I shudder. My voice is caught in my throat. I want to obey him with every fiber of my being. I’m drawn to do so. But I’m so caught up in how erotic this is that I can’t seem to find my voice.
Papi pulls the cherry away from my lips a few inches, teasing me. “I want to hear your voice, Little one. Tell Papi what a good girl you are, and I’ll let you have the cherry.”
I quiver with a need I don’t even understand. All I know is that I want to please him more than I want that cherry. “I’m a good girl, Papi,” I whisper.
He kisses my neck and pops the cherry in my mouth. “Precious. What a pretty voice you have.”
My taste buds seem heightened. The cherry is even more flavorful than usual.
“Can I get a water, Roger?” he asks over my head.
Roger slides a glass toward us.
When I try to tug my hands free of his grip, he squeezes them tighter. The act makes me squirm. I’m so damn turned on. Off the Richter scale.
The dark man lifts the glass and angles the straw to my lips. “Drink, Baby girl.”
I wrap my lips around the straw and suck. For him. Because he ordered me to do so.
Chapter Three
Allisa
Is this happening? He’s like a dream. Better than any dream. I don’t know why I’m like this, but I did know before tonight that I craved a man who could control me. I just never expected to meet one.
“Good girl,” he praises again, making my panties so wet they’re soaked now. He sets the glass down and puts his free palm on my thigh, stroking my skin with his fingers and thumb.
A moan escapes my lips as I stare at his hand. It’s so large that he’s covering damn near my entire thigh. My dress is so short that his thumb is precariously close to the elastic of my panties.