Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
In the early days, she thought he kept her with him as a warning. She would see how strong and powerful he was. The first few times, she had been afraid he might take out his gun and shoot her. Dom had weapons on him at all times.
Staring at him now, she couldn’t help but look down the length of his body and feel that ache inside her. Okay, she was a completely lame doormat, because she did like her captor. There were a few fantasies starring Dom that she couldn’t deny. Last night had been incredible, and she loved every second of it. Right until the point he sent her to bed like a child.
“I think you’re drooling,” Dom said.
She pressed her mouth closed. There hadn’t been any drool. He didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. She was perfectly capable of staring at him and not drooling. The temptation to quickly wipe her mouth was so strong, but she was able to stop herself and instead look at him. All through breakfast, she avoided it.
Maybe she was being petty? Maybe it was just easier this way. She didn’t know. Anyway, she was looking at him now, and there was that yearning, that stupid, crazy, irrational yearning. What should she say to him?
He put the heavy weight he’d been lifting down, and she watched as he sat on the bench. He rubbed the towel across his face.
She simply stayed put, waiting.
And then, he turned toward her. “Come here.”
She knew she should tell him no. A part of her brain was responding in all the right ways. There should be no doubt, no is the answer. However, the sensible part of her brain was not in control. The lame doormat was, and she took a step toward him, then another, without uttering a single word of protest. Within a matter of seconds, she was right in front of him, and he reached out at first, taking her hand.
Just that one touch, and she felt like melting against him. His touches were like fire. She didn’t close her eyes but kept looking at him. Then, he let go of her wrist and pulled her close, and his face pressed against her stomach. She let out a gasp, especially as he lifted the black shirt she wore and seemed to nuzzle her stomach.
A pool of heat flooded her pussy. Both his hands circled her waist, and then swiftly moved up her back, and she couldn’t help but moan as he seemed to stroke a part of her body that felt on fire with need. Her whole body felt needy.
She didn’t even realize her eyes were closed until she opened them as he released the button of her jeans. The sound of her zipper being lowered filled the silence of the room, and Dom began to pull her jeans down. They fell to the floor, and he helped her step out of them. Once again, he didn’t seem impressed with her panties, so he tore them straight from her body.
The panties were all his, so he would have no choice but to buy more. She only wore what he provided. Her shirt and bra ended up the same as the jeans. They were in one piece, but on the floor.
Once again, she stood before him completely naked.
This was a repeat of last night.
She stood there, not knowing what to do, and then Dom’s hands touched her.
He began at her calf and started to travel up her body, stroking the back of her knee, and then grazing across her buttocks. He gripped the flesh in his palms, and she couldn’t help but release a moan. The sound was so unexpected even to her, that at first she didn’t think she made it.
She was so sensitive, and she let out a little giggle as he pulled her close. He kissed her stomach, and then he stood, and his hands curved up her back. One hand went to the back of her neck, while the other stayed on her ass.
Staring into his dark, brown eyes, she felt rooted to the spot. They were so close. His breath fanned across her face, and then his lips took possession of hers. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was passionate, hard, filled with need. At first, she kept her hands by her sides, not wanting to ruin the moment. Then, she couldn’t not touch him anymore. She had to. Putting her hands on his arms, she stroked up, and then circled her arms around his neck, not wanting to let him go.
He let out a growl, but that was swallowed down as she kissed him hard. The touch he had on her ass was almost bruising, but she didn’t care if it left a mark. He wasn’t hurting her, and each touch, each kiss felt better than the time before.