Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
I’m up to the headboard now, my chest heaving and my channel throbbing and throbbing with his filthy words, with the graphic images he paints for me. And he’s up on the bed now too, on his bloody knees, his dick in his hands, tugging it, sometimes lazily, sometimes harshly, when he continues, “But you know what’s wrong with that picture?”
I press my spine into the headboard. “What?”
He runs his eyes over my trembling and flushed form. My nightie is a modest one, more like an oversized t-shirt than anything else; he’s seen me in much, much less. But the way he looks at me makes me think I’m wearing one of those dresses I used to, back at the club. No, actually the way he looks at me, with starving eyes and features that scream hunger, makes me think I’m already naked.
His eyes go down to my thighs, to the place between them that’s still smarting from my countless orgasms. My dress has ridden up and he can see my panties, wet and useless, as he rumbles, “You don’t have to hunt me down and make me fuck you. Because I’m already either rolling you down on your back or flipping you on your hands and knees and pushing inside you before you can finish saying my name. Because you love saying my name. Isn’t that right, baby?”
I nod, my lips parted with broken breaths.
“Yeah, I know,” he goes, staring at my panties. “And as soon as you sneak into my room, I’m already on you. I’m already tearing off your clothes and making your panties history. I’m already putting you on my dick like it’s your throne and giving my princess the ride of her life.”
“I’m your… p-princess?”
He looks up then. “Yeah, because I guess that’s what you call the girl you’re a slave for.”
My heart squeezes in my chest. “Shepard—”
“Unless you call her your Little Strawberry. Either way, I don’t think even I can keep my dick away from you.” He bends down then and, grabbing my ankles with both his hands, one of them wet and somehow so much more erotic as it makes contact with my skin, he pulls me forward. I squeak as I go down on my back and find him climbing over my body. Once he’s settled between my thighs, he continues, “Away from your strawberry pussy. One way or another, that’s where I’m ending up. So tonight, we become best friends, yeah? My dick and your pussy.”
I put my hands on his bare shoulders and hug his bare, hot waist with my thighs. “Okay.”
He buries his fingers in my hair and stares into my eyes. “We’ll do it the right way, yeah?”
I nod, squirming against him, feeling his dick on my belly, hard and hot, like every inch of him. “Will you call me your good girl?”
His lips tip up on one side as he rubs his thumbs on my cheeks. “You like that, huh?”
I nod. “But I also like when…”
He grazes his nose against mine. “I know.”
I keep looking into his eyes and ask, “What is that? Why do I feel like that? That I want to be your good girl but I also want to be your whore. I want you to kiss me and pour all your air into my lungs but also, wrap your hands around my throat and squeeze really hard so that I can’t breathe. Why do I lose all my will around you? Why does it feel like I’m…”
Intensity swirls in his eyes as he whispers, “You’re what?”
“I’m more yours than I am mine. That you own me.”
That I love you so much I’ll live forever but also die this instant.
Of course, I don’t say that, and I’ll never say that because it’ll only freak him out and make him think he hurt me when it’s my choice to be doing this. But this is the closest I’ll ever come to telling him. And since we’re doing this the right way, I might as well do it my way too.
And the moment only becomes sweeter, so much sweeter when he whispers, “Because you own me.”
And I’m so overcome by emotion that I move my face to the side and catch his thumb in my mouth. I suck on it and lick the blood off his skin. It’s dried now but not too much that I can’t taste him or get the hint of metal on my tongue, making me even hornier. This, too, brings everything full circle because he drank my virgin blood two nights ago and I’m drinking the blood he shed for me because of that. Which he understands, because his chest moves with a large breath and his dick lurches against my stomach before he descends on my mouth again.
After that, he proceeds to do everything the right way.