Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“Kashton…please,” she pants, arching her back. Like this, unable to move her legs, she’s even more uncomfortable.
I lean over her face and pull her messy bun out, letting her hair fan the pillow. Her green eyes search mine. “Just me and you,” I remind her, and she nods. “I’m going to sit you up.” I reach underneath her shoulders and pull her to a sitting position, and she quickly adjusts her arms.
Digging my AirPods out of my pocket, I place them in my ears and go to a song on my cell. When I adjust the volume to my liking, I pull the buds out and stop the song.
I slide them into her ears and then gather her hair at the nape of her neck, securing it in a loose ponytail. Then I slide the spandex hood over her head, and her body begins to tremble in my hands.
I didn’t want to use latex; I figured that it would be too much too soon. This is flexible and has no zippers, so her hair won’t get caught in it. It covers her chin and down to her neck. There’s a hole for her mouth and two small ones for her to breathe through her nose. But the material itself is pretty breathable.
Grabbing the next item I want out of the bag, I rub it against her lips, and she parts them for me. “That’s my good girl,” I praise, though I’m sure my voice is muffled by the AirPods, even though I haven’t started the song yet.
I fasten the ball gag at the back of her head and then gently press on her shoulders for her to lie down.
She whimpers, wiggling on the bed and arching her neck, trying to adjust herself.
I let my eyes take in her body. Her chest is heaving, and her skin already has a sheen to it. I reach over and turn on the pedestal fan, making sure to help cool her down. I was being honest when I told her this is about pleasing her. I remove the lip gloss that I took from her bathroom, run my fingers through it and then rub it over her pouty lips. It said it has a tingling effect.
I want her confused, overwhelmed with need. Taking away certain senses will heighten others.
Picking up the rubber bands I brought, I open my knife and slice through two of them, cutting them in half. Then I slide one under her left thigh, bringing it around her leg and tying it off.
She whimpers, her leg now shaking as the rubber band pulls tightly on her skin. I repeat it with her other thigh before I trail my fingertips up her trembling leg, making my way to her pussy. My fingers brush her soaked cunt, and I smile. She’s ready.
Picking up my cell, I go to the song I want her to listen to, and then I get started.
EVERETT
My lips are burning, and I have the urge to lick them, but I can’t because of the gag that fills my mouth. The silence is deafening while I lie here squirming, unable to see, talk, or hear. Hell, I can barely move. I concentrate on getting my breathing under control so I don’t panic. The sad part is that I do trust him.
He’s different. Yeah, but for how long? He’ll eventually show his true colors. Some are just better at hiding it than others.
“Angel” by Camylio starts playing in my ears, and I try to close my legs, fighting against the restraints.
Drool has gathered at the back of my throat, and I swallow it, wishing I could at least beg him to fuck me.
I jump when he touches my stomach, slowly running down over my hips and between my wide-open legs. I suck in a ragged breath when his fingers begin to play with my pussy. I’m dripping for him.
My arms ache and my jaw already hurts from the gag, but I can’t help but lift my hips, trying to move my body closer to his touch. Needing more. Why is he being slow? He wasn’t the other times. He was rough and needy. That’s what I want now.
My legs…something is wrapped around my thighs. It hurts. Pinching me? My hands itch to touch it. To see what it is.
The song begins to play again, and I realize it’s on repeat. Is it a sign? Is he trying to tell me something?
I feel his lips on my neck, and I arch it to give him better access, but they’re gone too soon. Frustration has my body trembling.
I try to roll my ankles, but he’s got them strapped in a set of heels. He likes when I wear them for him.
A finger slides into me, and my breath catches when he pushes in a second at an agonizingly slow rate. When a third enters, I’m begging through the gag, mumbling nonsense. My legs flex against the uncomfortable thing wrapped around my thighs.