Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I wonder for a second if this is some sort of test. Is he pushing me deliberately, trying to see how far I’ll go before tapping out?
He has no idea. I’ve spent my whole life doing exactly as I’m told. The fact that I could stop this at any point makes me feel powerful, and I don’t want that feeling to end. I want to do as I’m told, so that I can walk that tightrope.
And I want to see how far he’ll take it.
I do as he says, opening my mouth, extending my tongue as I watch his eyes, identical to my father's, but they are different. Worlds apart in some invisible way.
“Good girl. Hold your mouth just like that.” He looks pleased and a balm spread through my chest that I’m the reason for that pleasure. “Have you ever touched a man before?”
I shake my head.
“Good. I don't want to have to undo bad habits. Now, you’re going to give Daddy a nice little hand job. And then, good cock worship always ends with a good girl choking on her daddy’s cock.”
He draws his lips together, then the unmistakable sound of a person gathering spit tickles my ears before I realize what’s happening.
Rye centers his mouth above me, lowers his head, his eyes on mine as my tongue stretches outward, the surface dry, my jaw muscles stretched as he releases the glistening warmth from his lips.
I falls and I catch it on my tongue, the erotic taboo nature of my uncle spitting into my mouth sends my lower forty into a spin.
“Keep stroking me.” He orders as I struggle with what comes next.
Do I just keep his spit on my tongue?
No, that’s dumb. I need to swallow it. I need to be grateful for it. I need to show him I appreciate the gift he’s given me.
How I know all this, I’m not sure. It’s as though a new Elodie has awakened inside of me with knowledge of things I’ve never before considered but feel wildly natural and empowering.
Watching Rye closely, I draw my tongue back into my mouth. Close my lips and swallow the warm saliva as it mixes with my own.
God, how I want to see how I affect him. How he reacts to me. How I want to please him is like a growing, breathing, demanding new being inside me.
I squeeze my fingers tighter as I move my hand up and down the veiny stem of his arousal, there’s a hint of Scotch lingering in Rye’s spit as it slips down my throat and from the flicker in his eyes, my actions are pleasantly surprising.
“You know what Daddy needs from his little girl.” He takes a long, satisfied breath as another drop of clear liquid seeps from the tip of his cock.
The leash jerks again, sharp enough to leave a sting where it bites into my neck along the bottom edge. The other pink leather straps cling to my skin, leaving nothing hidden from my uncle’s eyes that lock onto me as his thick cock bobs in front of my nose.
His free hand hooks under my chin. “I know you’re wet,” he makes an animalistic sound when I run my tongue over my lips.
He drags his thumb along the seam, “You know all that slick little girl juice you’re making is for Daddy now, isn’t it?”
I barely nod as my throat tightens questioning if this is all just a part of tonight’s game for him.
My heart skips. Things inside of me re-arrange themselves because for me, none of this feels like performance and not knowing if Rye feels the same, is more dangerous than anything I’ve done so far tonight.
The liquid’s dripping faster from the tiny slit now and it’s mesmerizing. I’ve never seen a man’s anatomy like this up close. Only in pictures and a few porn clips that never seemed to do anything for me but make me roll my eyes.
But, this. Oh my God, it’s a thing of beauty that also inspires fear.
Too big too big too big something inside me chants but he’s already lining up with my lips, his thumb dragging my lower lip down.
“Open for me,” he orders in that voice that could undress a girl without a touch. “Your first taste of your uncle will be a moment you should cherish for the rest of your life, Dautie.”
I comply, my hand secure around the solid root of him needing that security somehow. My breath rifles in and out of my lungs and over my tongue and lips making them dry.
I’m ravenous for him. For this. The weight of his length shocking as it lands on my tongue
The first inch nearly splits my jaw open. The thick, soft ridge slides over my tongue raw as I gag, the scent of salt and musk flooding my nostrils.