Buy My Soul Read Online Jade West (Sixty Days #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sixty Days Series by Jade West
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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I groaned as he found a spot I didn’t even know I had.

“Good girls get their reward,” he told me. “Good girls get their pleasure through the pain.”

My mouth dropped open. I must have looked like a gulping fish for the viewers, grunting at the pressure.

It was incredible.

And then he stopped.

I bleated like an idiot as he pulled his dick right out of me and dropped his grip. I lurched forward, no longer held by his hand on my throat. The tumble sent me reeling, breath ragged as he moved away from me.

I couldn’t stop myself twisting to stare up at him. He put his dick away like it was a non-event, and I hated it. Hated myself.

Hated the feelings of not being good enough.

“Good girls will learn they have to earn their rewards through concerted effort,” he said, and the feelings burned brighter.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I dared. “I thought… I thought I was being good…”

“Good enough for a new little slut,” he said. “But good little sluts need to beg hard for their pleasure.”

I didn’t know what to do, so I didn’t do anything, just stared like a fool as he retreated to the other side of the room and turned off the electronics.

The green lights shifted to red.

“I’ll get your breakfast sent up,” he told me, then pointed a finger at my spread legs. “Don’t even think of touching that dirty little cunt. You touch yourself, you’ll be regretting it for days.”

I bit my lip and nodded, holding back a load of dumbass questions as he brushed himself down and made for the door.

He didn’t even look over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him and left me alone.

Chapter Eight

Brandon

I paused outside the door. Poised for retreat.

I should have fucking retreated.

I should have been downstairs, planning the schedule of the weeks to come. Planning the way I was going to use the delicious little slut’s body to make my cold, hard cash.

I should have been sending out notifications to our viewers, telling them of the delights to come in her torment and pain, promising their filthy pleasure at her tortured expense.

I did nothing. Just waited. Braced against the door with my ears trained for any sound from my pretty little toy.

She was quiet.

Part of me hoped she was playing with that beautiful cunt, begging for punishment. Part of me hoped her perky little nipples were bullets crying for my teeth.

An even bigger part of me hoped she had pretty tears running down those pretty cheeks, overwhelmed with the prospect of what was coming.

She must have been hungry for breakfast. I should have sent her up the essentials and watched her gobble them down on my own private webcam.

I didn’t.

Seconds turned to minutes and my cock was still pulsing hard in my pants. It was unusual. Ridiculously unusual, in fact, that I was still so captivated by such a wide-eyed little rabbit in my headlights.

I palmed the swell of my dick with my forehead pressed to the door, cursing under my breath as the urges consumed me. And then I turned the fucking handle and pushed that door back open.

She started when she saw me, of course she fucking did. Her shoulders were rigid and her knees tight to her tits on the mattress.

She was absolutely fucking beautiful in her nervousness, and I barely bothered slamming the door closed behind me before I was on her. Fierce and hungry, my mouth claiming hers as my fingers found her throat and forced her onto her back.

I growled, and bit at her. Her lips. Her ear. The shivering flesh of her shoulder.

She whimpered and wriggled, her body squirming under mine. She cried out harder as I rose enough to slap those tits. I didn’t hold back. Her paleness bloomed to pink, skin prickling with the pain. I made sure it hurt. Made sure her eyes were watering, landing my palm just so on those tender little nipples.

“I’m going to hurt you so fucking bad,” I told her, and she nodded.

“I know, sir. Yes, sir.”

I pinched her cheeks in the way I’d already come to crave, puffing up her lips like a gulping fish as her eyes fixed on mine.

“You know shit,” I said. “You have no fucking idea how much I’m going to enjoy your pain.”

I bit her jawline then licked over her distorted pout, lapping with a wet tongue before forcing it in her mouth and hunting for hers. She swallowed but didn’t fight, grunting as I changed my grip and hooked my fingers into her cheeks. I splayed her mouth so fucking wide. Just the way I’d splay her wet little cunt soon enough.

“Give me your tongue,” I ordered. “Show me.”

She was a good girl, poking that tongue out nice and far. Far enough that I took it between my teeth and nipped hard.


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