Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
She took her spanking well.
The sound of her gasps and moans, the ones she did involuntarily without even being aware that she was doing them, is locked in my mind, playing on a loop. I expected more resistance and brattiness. I suppose that’s because of her appearance. She looks sassy. I think she might be, when she is not caught off guard and then completely taken in hand.
I was supposed to stay at a distance and keep myself a secret. But now I know her scent—both her perfume, and the more intimate one that is uniquely hers. I know the way her hips move when she both wants to escape something and wants it to happen to her.
I am rock fucking hard with recollection. Sitting in my armchair, looking out over the city the way old kings must have once only imagined being able to do, I play our little interaction out in my head over and over again. It lasted less than two minutes in real time, but it has filled my mind for hours.
I am used to being outside the law. I live most of my life outside it. My willingness to do what should not be done is the reason Aiden can be so successful doing what should be done. The two of us are two sides of the same coin.
I don’t usually feel a thrill when I do something wrong, as it were. But what I just did with Ella, that fleeting contact, felt like something Luke would get addicted to. Adrenaline, arousal, tenderness, anticipation, all wrapped up together.
I’ve set her free again, but her butt is going to show the marks of our meeting for a little while at least. I wonder if she is at home touching herself. I wonder if she can admit she enjoyed what happened, or if she is trying to erase all memory of it as fast as she can so she doesn’t have to face what she is.
I unzip my pants, wrap my hand around my cock, and imagine what else I could have done to her in that alley. I could have hiked that skirt, torn her hose, pulled her panties to the side, and pushed myself inside her. I could have fucked her like a little animal. I could have forced her submission.
She was cute when she cried, too. Comforting her made me feel even more protective than I did when I saw she was in danger. Something about Ella makes me want to look after her. There’s an echo in her that reminds her of me, and of Teddy. I might be imagining it, but I don’t often imagine things. The cold ability to see precisely what is there, and nothing else, is one of my greatest assets.
I fist my cock and pump it slowly. I imagine fucking her while she sobs out of contrition. It’s a dark fantasy, but there’s some part of me that very much enjoys punishing a deserving woman, and this little funeral-crashing brat feels like a valid candidate.
I could have questioned her, I realize. Perhaps I should have. I still don’t know how she found us on the day of the burial. I don’t know what she was doing with Teddy, if she was just a friend, or something more. Aiden is following some of those leads, I am sure. But asking any of those questions would likely have given my identity away, and in the moment I knew that she didn’t need to be interrogated. She needed to be looked after. So that is what I did.
I close my eyes and stroke myself to completion imagining how prettily she would come for me when I made her. I know she’s tight. I can sense that about her. The way she wriggled that ass made me almost certain I know how she feels to fuck. Hot, wet, desperate to be driven to the point of release. She needs to come as much as she needs to be spanked to tears. I could do both with my cock inside her. Over and over again.
“Fuck…” I curse the word to myself as hot seed spurts from the head of my cock, arcs onto a rug worth more than some people’s cars, then settles in a warm strand across the top of my fingers.
I need to clean up.
Just as I go to do that, my phone rings.
I answer it with my left hand. My right remains occupied with my erection.
“Yes?”
“Can you come home, please?” Aiden’s voice comes through calmly. “I could use your help with Luke.”
“Sure,” I say. “I’ll be there soon.”
I wash my hands, dab the rug, and go home.
As soon as I arrive, I am led into the kitchen. Kitchens are always the heart of the home, and in this instance, it is handy because it has a floor that can be wiped clean. Fortunate, because Luke has obviously been bleeding copiously.