Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
I circle my clit again and the sharp sensation shoots through my legs, stiffening them and making my neck arch.
“Grace!” he yells, and the rough tone of his voice only makes me want to tease him more. To piss him off. To make him punish me.
A harsh moan is ripped from my throat at the very thought of him doing just that.
Pulling me out of the cage by my ankles and fucking me, filling me with his thick cock. Yes! Ruthlessly pounding into me without any mercy as I scream his name.
My legs try to close as the sensation becomes overwhelming and I whimper, shutting my eyes.
“Be a good girl for me, princess.” Gio’s voice is soft and full of lust.
“No,” I say easily, staring into his piercing blue gaze. His eyes widen at my defiance, and I love it. I love that I can shock him and use this tactic against him.
I’ll regret this later; I know I will. Faintly I’m aware of the edge of my sanity screaming at me. A part of me is furious, hating myself and him. But it feels so good. And I’ve wanted this for so long. No, I’ve wanted more. I’ve wanted him.
He crouches down low, and I meet his gaze as he stares at my body. “You’re going to be in trouble if you don’t stop.”
His low threat brings me closer to my release, and I quicken my strokes against my clit. Yes! I stare at him, willing him to tell me how he’ll punish me. I need him to send me over the edge. I’m so close.
I look him in the eyes and sink my fingers as deep as I can into my needy pussy. His eyes flash to my sex, and his breathing quickens. I slowly pump my fingers, curling them to stroke the bundle of nerves at my front wall and push my palm against my clit.
The sound of his belt buckle clinking as he struggles with his zipper makes me moan.
He’s always shown so much control, but in this moment, he’s undone. And I did this to him. My neck arches, and I have to tilt my head to keep my eyes on him as he unleashes his thick cock. My legs instinctively open wider and I rub my clit faster as he strokes his dick, his eyes darting from my pussy to my face.
“Come here, princess,” he barely breathes, his chest heaving in air as his large hand moves up and down his massive length. I moan, thinking of how he’d feel inside me. How he’d stretch my walls. Would he even fit?
He’d force his way in.
The thought makes my back arch, and I strum my clit faster.
He leans forward, his free hand gripping the edge of the cage. The noise makes my body jolt, but I don’t stop. He groans; anger and lust are clearly evident on his expression.
I love watching him. The sight is enough to push me close, but then he moans my name and it’s my undoing.
My body writhes and my legs tremble and finally I explode, every nerve ending igniting at once. The sensation is almost too much for me to take, but now that I’ve fallen, I can’t stop myself.
We cum together. Thick streams of his cum splash on my thigh, marking me, claiming me as his. The action only heightens the waves of pleasure rolling through my body. I try to keep my eyes on his, but my body tightens with a heated paralyzing pleasure that I can’t control, and I throw my head back.
I try to breathe, but it gets caught in my lungs. Finally, I scream his name, loving the sweet tingling sensation ricocheting through my body.
My limbs sag against the blanket and he groans, forcing the last of his orgasm out. My eyes are heavy, but I look down and see the evidence.
My middle finger slides along my thigh and wipes up some of his cum.
I can’t help the smile on my face as I slip my finger into my mouth and suck. My eyes are locked with his.
He tastes sweeter than I thought he would, with just a hint of saltiness. I fucking love it. So good. I wipe more of his cum off of my thigh and savor it. I feel smug that his plan backfired, and I’m still safe in my cage.
“When you finally come out of there,” he says, and the anger comes back into his voice as he tucks his dick back into his jeans. It’s still partially hard and I find my legs clenching with the sweet sensation of desire shooting through me as he continues, “You’re getting punished for this, princess.”
It takes a moment to register what he’s saying. Instead of fearing the implications, I’m curious. I want to know. Is he going to spank me? Fuck me rough? My eyes roll back in my head and I relax on the blanket, wondering what he’s going to do to me.