Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
He slaps my ass with one hand, and I try to say “ow” into his mouth, but it’s all jumbled up with the kiss, and anyway, it doesn’t hurt. It feels good, and I stick my ass out, asking for more. He spanks me again, and again, until my ass tingles nearly as much as it did earlier, but this time—mixed with the passion—it’s so incredible I could die.
“Do you know what we call this?” He touches me between the thighs again. I’m so sensitive there that I cry out and try to close my legs, but he laughs. “Keep them open for me, or I’ll spank that ass harder.”
“I…”
“Say it.” His voice is granite. “Tell me what you’ll do.”
“I’ll… keep my legs open for you.” My voice is so full of need that I don’t recognize it as my own.
“Very good. This is your pussy,” he whispers, tracing a finger along my skin. “Your clit.” He finds the nub that I sometimes rub, late at night on my pallet. Only his touch makes me burn so hot and bright that I want to scream. “Right now, my pussy. And my clit. You understand that?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yours.”
“To do with as I please.” His voice is arrogant, but I melt inside. I’m all wet between the thighs too.
“You liked it when I spanked you. And when I do this.” He thrusts his fingers into me and finds a spot on the inside of my body that makes me whimper in pleasure. “And this.” He rubs his fingers over the spot until I tremble. My body reaches a crescendo, going higher and higher. I’m going to die. It needs to stop, I want more, I want…
“But you don’t get it so fast.” He eases his fingers out of me. “Because where’s the fun in that?”
I almost cry with frustration and he slaps my ass again. And again. When I nearly can’t take it, he reaches up and removes my upper garments too, so I’m fully naked.
“Your breasts, so perfect,” he murmurs, then bends his head and licks one nipple.
The feeling is so pure that I cry out, and it’s like a flash of light connects his lips through my nipple to my clit. I grind on his lap, shameless, begging with my body, as he kisses me over and over.
“You’re riding my cock.” He nips my lip. “Tell me you want my cock.”
“Please, I want your cock,” I beg.
I understand how mating works. I know some of the words. I just never imagined how good it could feel.
“No.” His voice is rough and taut. “I cannot unless we are… officially mated. But I can do this for you.”
He finds my clit again with his fingers. “And if you ask me very nicely, I’ll bring you the release you want.”
“I’ll do anything you want,” I whimper.
“Ah, but you already promised that when I first set eyes on you,” he murmurs into my ear, then bites the lobe. Hard. “What more can you possibly offer?”
He’s teasing, but I have an answer for him. It’s a promise that comes from deep in my heart, and although it’s a rash one, I know it’s true. I don’t get to say it, though, because his skillful fingers are working my body in ways that make me lose all control. He strokes, teases, pinches, each motion bringing me closer to the precipice.
“Don’t come until I give you permission,” he orders me, as my thighs start to shake and I moan in need. “If you vecking come too soon, I’ll take that belt and whip your ass right now before I make you come again and again, and until you can’t take any more.”
I cry out, because those words make me burn hotter than I can stand.
“Please,” I urge him, my voice shaky. “I’m going to die if you don’t let me.” But I don’t think of disobeying him. Even if it’s a game, he owns me. Completely.
I think he whispers something like, “I will never let that happen. I swear it.” But I’m uttering sounds that make it hard to hear, little sighs and moans.
Finally, he says, “Now,” and flicks my clit before stroking in even steady soft movements. I scream and allow it to come, this incredible surge. Behind my eyes, it’s all lights and colors and flashes. And in my body, the sweetest, more excruciatingly awesome feeling I’ve had in my life. And it goes on and on as he touches me, as we’re connected, until it peaks and burns. Then I float back down to his arms, sweaty, panting, full of bliss and contentment.
Chapter 6
Drayk
Veck the stars. What have I done? The human slumbers in my arms, utterly exhausted from her ordeal and her, dare I say it—phenomenal—orgasm. She makes a little purr and snuggles up to me, then says something unintelligible in her sleep. She’s smiling, though, so I don’t think it’s a nightmare.