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)
“Yeah, mine. Not a whore, my whore.”
“Yes.”
“Because you don’t do this just for anyone, do you?” he goes on, his words both sweet and rough, degrading and endearing.
“No.”
“You don’t dance for anyone else.”
“No. No, I-I don’t.”
“You don’t put on a show for anyone else either.”
“N-no. Only you.”
“Yeah, only me,” he says with a bite, a violence in his tone, a possessiveness that burns me even more. “You don’t spread your thighs like you are right now, like you want something between them just for anybody. You don’t offer up your tits, like you’re doing right now, all red and jiggling, like you want someone to suck on them. Not just suck but suckle and drink from them.”
“Never.”
He breaths out again, sharply, choppily. “That a promise?”
“Yes. No one but you.”
“Good,” he says with a low growl. “Because even when I’m gone, you will still do this only for me. You will still hump the air, touch your tits, play with them. Only for me.”
For a few seconds, I don’t understand what he’s saying. And then I feel a tug in my nipples and look down. I see my own hands playing with my breasts, my nipples, kneading them, tugging at them. I’m gathering my tits in my hands, bringing them together, making a valley, before pulling them apart. I’m also humping the air as he said. My hips are twisting and writhing, the place between my thighs pulsing in anticipation.
“You see it now, yeah?” he rasps.
And I look up. I want to look at him, look at his face but I keep my eyes at the camera. Because I’m giving him a show, something to remember for later. I put aside my needs for now because he needs this from me. Because I know he’ll take care of me later. I know that.
He’s my safe space.
“Yes,” I whisper, still playing with my tits, rolling my hips in a figure eight.
“Say it,” he commands, his words getting even more agitated. “Keep looking into the camera and say, ‘I’m Shepard’s whore.’”
I don’t even take a breath or pause to think. “I’m Shepard’s whore.” And then because I can’t stop myself, I add, “I’ll always be Shepard’s whore. His and no one else’s. Because only he makes me feel this way. Only he can do this to me. Because he makes me so wet. He makes me feel so horny, so restless. So safe. God, so safe that I—"
My words are swallowed because I feel something again. But this time, it’s in my pussy. On my pussy. A touch that makes me jump and look down. And holy God, what I see pretty much makes me pass out. My thighs are still spread and still flushed pink. They’re still glistening with my juices. But what steals my breath and stops my heart is the fact that his boot is right there. The edged toe of his black boot is touching me.
Right there.
In my swollen and wet pussy.
And then my heart jumpstarts back up because he moves it. He moves the toe of his boot and rubs it right between the lips of my pussy. But he doesn’t stop there. He somehow finds the exact spot, my clit, and when he grazes the boot on there, my hips jump. They dance. They twist on the edge of his boot and a moan erupts out of me.
“And no one can do this either, can they?” he asks.
I snap my eyes up and he does it again. Uses his boot to rub my clit and all I can do is moan. All I can do is grab hold of my tits even harder and move my hips to the rhythm of his actions as I answer, “No, o-only you.”
“Yeah, only me. Only I can make my Little Strawberry dance on my boot.”
I blush and whimper in response.
But he isn’t happy with it so he goes, “But then again, you’ll dance anywhere I’ll tell you to because you’re mine.”
“Yours,” I confirm.
“You’ll always be mine.”
I nod. “Always.”
“Even when I leave you, I won’t let anyone else have you. You know that, don’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Camera,” he reminds. “Tell it to the camera.”
And my eyes skid away from his boot, playing with my pussy, and up to the phone he’s still holding and as I move and move my hips. “Shepard won’t let anyone else have me b-because I’m his.”
“Yeah, you are.”
I clench my eyes shut as I keep writhing. “Shepard, I n-need…”
“I know what you need.”
And then he pulls me closer. He uses his hand on my throat to tug at me while at the same time, moving his boot in a way that I find myself almost sitting on it. While my mind is still trying to comprehend what’s happening, my body already knows what to do and the words slip out, “Thank you.”